Hidan's Faith

When the Canopy Screen showed the Jashinist Cult stirring up trouble in the future, Kakuzu finally looked up from his account book.

His gaze settled on Hidan's bored, inexplicably smug face. At last, he spoke, his voice thick with contempt.

"Hey, Hidan. Did your future self leave his brain up his ass? That future Naruto Uzumaki is a monster, and you still dared to pick a fight with him? Wasn't dying once enough for you?"

Hidan drawled a lazy "Huh?" without even fully lifting his eyelids, then shot back with equal disdain.

"Shut up, Kakuzu! Don't lump me in with a washed-up assassin like you, who can't beat someone and decides to retire and teach at some 'Assassination Classroom'!"

"I'm immortal, blessed by Lord Jashin himself! Naruto Uzumaki may be strong, but he's still a mortal. How could he compare to a god?"

Kakuzu's stitched face betrayed nothing, but genuine curiosity flickered in his green eyes.

He closed his account book. "You're always going on about 'Lord Jashin.' What's the name of this god you worship? Does he actually exist?"

Hidan immediately perked up and sprang to a sitting position. He looked at Kakuzu eagerly. "Oh? What's this, Kakuzu? Have you finally seen the light? Ready to join my supreme Jashinist Cult?"

"Our god? Uh..." He faltered for a moment, then declared with absolute conviction, "He's called Jashin, obviously! Lord Jashin is Lord Jashin!"

Kakuzu fell silent for three seconds. Then he slapped a hand against his forehead, which was covered by Earth Grudge Fear, with a dull thud. His voice rang with regret and disbelief.

"I must be out of my mind. Why did I think asking you would get me an answer? You don't even know which god you worship, do you? As long as someone calls themselves