My man Hidan, ruthless and a man of few words!
He had long since taken a dislike to this fat pig. If Shinji hadn't always told him that Lord Jashin disliked ordinary people as sacrifices and preferred high-quality offerings, warning him not to attack ordinary people at random...
Otherwise, the moment this bastard started running his mouth, his Bloody Triple-Bladed Scythe would have sent him to meet Lord Jashin.
Faced with Hidan's utterly serious question, Hozuki Mangetsu could only rub his cheeks a couple of times and say helplessly, "Don't kill them all. Anyone still holding a weapon is yours."
Before he had even finished speaking, quite a few people tossed their farming tools aside.
Although Matsusaka Ichirō had stirred them up earlier, after witnessing him being beheaded and killed just like that, their fear still overcame their impulses.
Standing trial didn't necessarily mean death. After all, many of them had been forced into it by circumstances, and perhaps that could be taken into account.
But if they charged now, that vicious-looking man with slicked-back hair certainly wouldn't spare them.
Of course, those who knew they definitely wouldn't meet a good end had already put down their weapons and were preparing to slip away.
Then Hozuki Mangetsu cut every last one of them down.
Mercy?
That word had never applied to Hozuki Mangetsu.
Even if Hidan hadn't acted just now, he would have killed that blabbering fool himself.
"From now on, everyone stays quietly at home. Anyone who dares run will end up like these people. Do you hear me?"
Everyone was scared pale. None of them dared disobey.
Before this little disturbance could stir up any real trouble, it came to an abrupt end.
"Boring!"
Not getting to cut down a few more people left Hidan rather unhappy.
Shinji