Just as Sen Senju was about to squeeze his fingers shut, the four masks on Kakuzu, who was bound as tightly as an oversized rice dumpling, suddenly blazed with dazzling light.
The black threads underground gave a muffled groan under the strain. Then all four masks exploded at once, their raging wind, fire, and lightning chakra combining into a massive shock wave that blasted every vine around him away.
Hidan, who had been hanging beside him, was swept away by the same shock wave and rolled several times across the ground before coming to a stop.
Having lost a heart, Kakuzu clutched his chest with a huge hand woven from black threads, hissing in pain. His green eyes seethed with violence.
"Hidan! Stop playing dead! This brat's Wood Release is strange as hell. I'll hold him off! Hurry up and use the blood you got to curse that bearded bastard to death! Otherwise, neither of us is leaving here alive!"
Hidan climbed out of the muddy pit and spat out a mouthful of bloody, sandy phlegm. He held a bloodstained steel needle, a crazed sneer twisting his face.
The blood on that needle was precisely what he had scraped from Asuma during the earlier chaos.
He licked his dry lips and, carrying his large red scythe, darted straight onto a flat stone slab in the center of the temple ruins, looking utterly brazen.
"Hahahaha! Kakuzu, you old bastard, you finally did something useful!"
Laughing wildly, Hidan dipped his toe in his own blood and rapidly began drawing that eerie circle enclosing a triangle on the stone slab.
"Asuma, you think that brat can keep you alive? No one escapes Lord Jashin's curse! Once I finish this circle, none of you are getting out alive today!"
Seeing the bloodstained steel needle