Shinji wasn't particularly keen on building a faction of his own, mainly because his experiences in his previous life had taught him that once too many people got involved, all kinds of bullshit would crop up endlessly.
How could that compare to the carefree life he was living now?
Every day, he slept until he woke naturally, traveled around and beat up Cursed Spirits along the way, took... Hidan for walks, did whatever he wanted, and mouthed off at anyone he disliked.
Wasn't that a great life?
If he absolutely had to name an ambition, it would probably be to reach the pinnacle of the Shinobi World and knock every Cursed Spirit flat along the way, making it clear to them who called the shots around here!
But now that his pet mutt had actually come up with an idea like this, he couldn't be too dictatorial about it.
Who knew? Those last hundred-odd Bond Points might hinge on this!
After all, when psychological manipulation stopped doing much good, all he could do was talk to the guy about ideals and ambitions.
The original sort of Jashin Cult was out of the question, though.
If they really went about it that way, the Great God of Harmony Crab would jump out and devour everyone sooner or later. It wouldn't be worth it.
So even if they really were going to revive the Jashin Cult, they couldn't just do whatever they pleased.
First, the doctrine had to change. How could going around murdering people indiscriminately be acceptable?
Change it. It absolutely had to change.
Shinji thought hunting Cursed Spirits would make a good replacement. After all, it was all about releasing those pent-up hormones with nowhere to go. Killing was killing, right?
Second, they could retain some of the sacrifices to