Kidnapping Anya

"Put it on credit? And pay me back double?"

The moment Kakuzu heard Hidan say that, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck his mind. The mystery of his future bankruptcy, which had been troubling him for so long, suddenly seemed to have its missing piece.

No wonder! No wonder I'll go bankrupt! That bastard Hidan must have conned me with some empty promise to "pay back double once the cult grows," then poured all the money I worked so hard to earn, along with Sister Nan's payment for her goods, into the bottomless pit of his Jashinist Cult!

That spendthrift idiot doesn't have the slightest idea how to manage money!

Whatever urge Kakuzu had felt to give his former partner a discount vanished. In its place came a towering rage and a cold desire to kill.

"Get lost!"

The single word struck like an icicle, laden with undisguised disgust and menace.

Hidan froze at the sudden rebuke, then started to flare up. "Hey! Kakuzu, you—"

"Fire Release: Searing Migraine!"

Kakuzu had no patience for another word. He formed Hand Seals, drew a deep breath, and spewed a raging sea of flames from his mouth toward Hidan and the two others!

The searing flames ignited the surrounding vegetation in an instant. Heat rolled over them!

"Whoa! You're serious?!" Hidan might have been immortal, but he had no desire to get scorched. The two ordinary cultists behind him were terrified out of their wits.

He hurriedly swung his scythe to deflect some of the flames, then leaped back with his two stumbling subordinates.

"Kakuzu! Just you wait!" Hidan stood at a safe distance, pointing at Kakuzu as he shouted in a fury:

"When Lord Jashin descends and unites the entire Shinobi World, don't come begging on your knees to