Asuma Sarutobi had misjudged the gap in strength between the two sides.
Even at his peak, he might not have gained the upper hand against either Kakuzu or Hidan.
Let alone now, when he was already half dead.
As for the Ino-Shika-Cho trio, they were highly talented.
But they had yet to mature.
Against opponents of this caliber, they stood no chance at all.
After just one round of attacks, all four of them had suffered injuries of varying severity.
The three masked figures and Kakuzu himself amounted to one Kage Level fighter leading three Elite Jonin.
They were practically a ninjutsu artillery battery, unleashing attacks without end.
There was almost no pause between one ninjutsu and the next.
Asuma and the others scrambled to stay alive, with no time to put their own plans into action.
"Hahaha! There's no one left who can save you now!"
"Just accept your deaths!"
Hidan seized his chance and hurled the scythe in his hand.
He threw it toward the blood the four of them had spilled on the ground.
The scythe successfully picked up some blood.
The madness in Hidan's eyes intensified.
With a flick of his hand, he pulled the scythe back on its chain.
"Hahaha!"
"It finally worked!"
"Now, let the sacrifice begin!"
Hidan tore off his clothes.
He licked the blood from the scythe and swallowed it.
Then strange markings appeared on his body.
Using his foot, he drew a circle containing a strange pattern on the ground.
Kakuzu stopped attacking as well and stood aside, watching with interest.
He found every one of Hidan's sacrifices fascinating.
Hidan looked at Asuma and the others, a crazed grin spreading across his face.
He took out a dagger and drove it hard into his own abdomen.
All four of them were