The Wise Man's Grand Scheme, Driven to the Brink!

Slurp!

Asuma licked his lips. "This blood tastes like a little boy's piss. It's yours, isn't it?"

Sizzle! A dark metallic sheen spread across his deep-yellow skin!

He raised a rough hand and bit hard into its back... Drip! Blood ran down his hand. He moved his feet, tracing the Death by Blood Possession ritual pattern with the blood.

"We both have the Evil God's power. Whoever seizes the initiative wins. The moment your blood fell into my hands, the outcome was decided!"

Whoosh!

Hidan swung his scythe at Asuma by its chain, trying to force him out of the ritual circle.

"Heh." Asuma chuckled, and his eyes became Shin Uchiha's Mangekyō Sharingan!

Clang!

His eye technique activated, sending the approaching scythe flying back!

"When we clashed earlier, I marked your weapon with my hand! In a sense... you've already lost!"

Asuma drove the iron spike in his hand straight into his heart.

Crack!

His Impure World Reincarnation body felt no pain, yet his imagination ran wild. "Aaaah! Kurenai, my foolish Kurenai... When that silver devil Uchiha Riu thrust his hideous silver thing into you, he must have shown you no tenderness at all!"

Clang!

The scythe hit the ground. Hidan clutched his chest and crouched in agony...

Asuma rolled his eyes upward, twisting the spike in his wound. "He must have pushed through every barrier like this, drilling in with all his might. Here, there, everywhere, until you couldn't tell pleasure from pain, until you didn't know which way was up..."

"..." Hidan curled up on the ground, blood soaking his stylish black coat.

Asuma's face contorted. He stabbed himself again and again in a frenzy, shouting with every thrust. "Then he drove harder! Once! Twice! Again! Again! Again! Again! Again! Again and again and again!"

**Crack! Crack! Crack!