Zabuza Momochi and Hidan were both ninja who favored taijutsu.
Their physical builds were a match for each other, and the weapons they used were both brutally heavy long arms.
The Kubikiribōchō and the triple-bladed scythe clashed with a flurry of sparks.
In pure taijutsu alone, Hidan, who had come up through the unpolished methods of a small village, was more than a tier below Zabuza Momochi, but that crazy, death-defying streak of his kept Zabuza Momochi feeling constantly on edge.
After all, his move this time was originally meant to gather some intelligence and bring it back.
Who could have expected such an unexpected wrench to be thrown into the works midway, leaving him completely baffled and unable to recover to this day.
"I have always kept to myself when it comes to you guys in Akatsuki! Don't fucking push things too far!"
Zabuza Momochi swung his great blade fiercely to force Hidan back, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Kakuzu added unconcernedly from the side:
"Just following orders, getting you into the organization is the end of it. By the way, your current employer is our target for this trip, so if you don't agree, we'll just have to make you die right here."
Hearing this, Zabuza Momochi's face alternated between pale and dark, and he had long since cursed all eighteen generations of Kakuzu's ancestors in his heart.
Some lunatic put a bounty on Gato, that bastard? Which suicidal person dared to make a move against such a fabulously wealthy man, did they really think that group of elites wouldn't collectively suppress them?
Even though Zabuza Momochi now wore the title of rogue ninja and the jobs he took were all shady, he had never once entertained the thought of messing with someone like Gato.
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