"What's wrong? Does it hurt to watch?"
"No way! You didn't even frown when you hit him that hard just now, but now you can't stand me giving him a couple of light kicks? Those are some serious double standards."
Seeing this, Shinji immediately launched Verbal Jutsu: Yin-Yang Sarcasm Technique.
It instantly left Itachi speechless.
"Are we still fighting? If not, hurry up and leave."
"Just wait. In less than a year, he'll be standing before you again. Whether you give him your eyes then or keep playing your 'brothers' revenge game' is up to you."
Itachi finally couldn't help asking again, "Who exactly are you? What do you know?"
"The Jashin Cult's Prophet, Akagi Shinji. Remember that name. I know far more than you can imagine. So, interested in joining us? There's no future in staying with the Akatsuki. A leader with delusions of grandeur takes you all out gold farming every day. That's just unbelievably lame!"
Shinji casually assigned himself the title of "Prophet" to make it easier to fool people later.
Well, even though he knew it was unlikely, there was no law against trying.
Akagi Shinji?
The Jashin Cult?
A prophet?
Itachi paused, searching his memory carefully before realization struck. "You're that Jashin Cult lunatic who nearly killed Kakuzu the first time you met, then walked away unscathed twice after being invited by our leader."
"Who are you calling a lunatic? I'm warning you, don't go slandering me! The real Jashin Cult lunatic is over there."
Shinji pointed at Hidan, who was locked in a passionate melee with Kisame, a look of perverse excitement on his face.
Itachi thought for a moment, then said, "That only proves there might be more than one Jashin Cult lunatic."
A decapitating strike!
Swish! The blade sliced through the air.