Evening.
The setting sun cast its lingering glow over the ruins.
In the center of the ruins, Hidan lay quietly inside his formation, a black spear embedded in his body.
Compared to him, Yugito Nii was in far worse shape. Wounds covered her entire body, and a black spear pinned her palm to a wall. She was barely breathing.
Kakuzu sat nearby, flipping through the bounty book he carried with him as he complained impatiently:
"Aren't you done yet, Hidan? It's already been thirty minutes!"
"You're so damn noisy, Kakuzu! Don't interfere with my ritual! Ugh, that hurts..."
Hidan raised his hand and pulled the black spear out of his body.
"Damn it, this is all your fault! You're making it impossible for me to even perform my ritual properly!"
Kakuzu snorted. "You do those disgusting prayers every time. Can't you just skip them? Hurry up and head to the next destination, idiot!"
"Hey, hey, hey! I think it's a pain too! But these are the commandments, and I have to obey them! And what did you mean just now by skipping them? That's blasphemy!"
"Hmph!" Kakuzu was utterly dismissive. "What goddamn deity? In this world, money is the only thing you can trust! Get up already. We still have the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki waiting for us to deal with!"
Just then, an aloe-shaped head emerged from underground:
White Zetsu: "Oh my, looks like everything wrapped up nicely~"
Black Zetsu: "Thanks for your efforts, you two. Leave the Jinchūriki to us..."
White Zetsu: "We specifically waited until Hidan's ritual was over before showing ourselves. What a waste of time~"
Hidan roared furiously, "You atheists who don't know how to pray! When will you shut up? You're so damn noisy!"
Black Zetsu: "Heh heh... Don't be upset, Hidan. When you're sad,