Facing the sealing techniques and capture nets cast from all directions by dozens of bounty hunters, Hidan, trapped inside a Chakra Metal net, laughed instead of fearing them and let out a frenzied roar.
"HAHAHAHA! Come on! You trash! Entertain me with those weak little paper talismans of yours! Let's see whether your ink dries up first, or my blood runs out first!"
He completely abandoned defense, allowing chakra-infused kunai and short blades to pierce his body. The barbs on the metal net had already sunk deep into his flesh, but he did not care in the slightest.
The next instant, with the one arm he could still move, he yanked out the long sword piercing his shoulder, hilt and all, then drove it through a bounty hunter who had charged too close, pinning him to the ground.
The Triple-Bladed Scythe became a bloody whirlwind—not to block attacks, but to trade wounds for wounds, hooking enemies who came close along with their weapons and then viciously dragging them toward him.
For a time, that enormous metal net became a suicidal hell of spikes. Any weapon used to attack Hidan might become the weapon that killed its wielder the very next second.
This mad fighting style, which treated his own life as worthless, caused every bounty hunter's assault to falter. They had seen people who were unafraid of death, but never anyone who used self-harm as a means of attack.
Seizing this brief respite, Hidan twisted his head around. His scarlet eyes pierced through the crowd and locked onto Kakuzu, who stood in the distance without making a single move.
"Kakuzu! You immortal bastard! Are you still busy calculating your damned money?!"
Hidan laughed wildly, his voice full of mockery and one final warning.
"Don't think you're the only one with