Naruto: Menma Exiting Infinite Tsukuyomi

Chapter 148: Sasori: You two, which one is our target?

"That color is named Fear!!"

Hidan covered his left eye, staring intently at the man with his right.

He didn't blink, afraid of missing even a single moment.

At this moment, in his eyes,

The man, dominated by the fear of death,

The extremely murky color on his body was being replaced by a pure white.

Like a failed work of art, smeared with paint and ugly beyond belief,

Slowly shedding those turbid colors, gradually returning to its original appearance.

"Ah~ Truly... so beautiful~"

Hidan couldn't find any adjective to describe this change.

But from the bottom of his heart, he felt it was the most beautiful color in the world.

Perhaps this was humanity's original appearance, its most beautiful form.

In comparison, the blood and slaughter he once craved,

Were simply crude and ugly to the extreme, completely incomparable!

This color, unstained by a single speck of filth, was the gift he wanted to offer to Lord Jashin!!

"Hidan, you..."

Even the well-traveled Ryūmei felt a bone-chilling cold.

The performance of the group of cultists was even worse; not a single one dared to make a sound.

"This guy... just what kind of mood is he in when he's killing people?!"

He was clearly just slaughtering cruelly,

But Hidan's expression was only one of piety and compassion.

This sense of incongruity, where his actions and expression were completely contradictory, simply made one's heart grow cold.

"What this eye of mine sees is a work of art that only I can create. This beauty is incomparable to anything else."

Hidan turned his head to look at Ryūmei, speaking piously: "No matter what darkness the other person lives in, I can make them bloom with their own color."

"This... is what Lord Jashin wants."

Ryūmei, being watched by him, couldn't help but subconsciously take half a step back.

The group of cultists behind him also all showed looks of cowardice.

"So that's how it is. Only I am Lord Jashin's devout believer."

Hidan murmured to himself with a vacant look: "You cannot accept Lord Jashin's gospel. You are all just a bunch of heretics."

"In that case, I should send you all back to Lord Jashin's embrace!"

With that, before anyone could react,

Splurt!!

Following a piercing sound of tearing wind,

A cultist's head was directly pierced by the black short spear thrown by Hidan.

"Hidan! Are you insane?!"

Ryūmei's eyes widened instantly, questioning him angrily: "Why are you doing this? This is disrespectful to Lord Jashin!!"

This sudden attack from Hidan had completely caught him off guard.

The rule of the Cult of Jashin was that one could not randomly kill their own, otherwise, they would surely be executed by all the Jashin cultists.

Did this guy get his brain smashed by something on his trip outside?

"Ahahaha! It's you who are disrespectful to Lord Jashin!!"

Hidan picked up the Triple-Bladed Scythe from the side, a sneer spreading across his lips: "What you seek is nothing but power, status, wealth, and slaughter. What use are these things to Lord Jashin?"

"You guys... are simply not worthy of being Lord Jashin's agents and believers!"

One of the cultists finally couldn't bear this fear, screaming in terror as he turned and tried to flee.

But Hidan directly chased after him.

With one swing of his scythe, he pierced the man from behind, lifting him high up.

"Look! You too have become a form that Lord Jashin likes."

Hidan stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, shouting with a pious and fanatical face.

"You are the first. Go and serve Lord Jashin bathed in glory."

Thump.

With a gentle flick from Hidan, the man fell to the ground, unable to rest in peace, his eyes filled with intense fear and confusion.

Even at death's door, he couldn't understand why this madman Hidan dared to do this.

The so-called Jashin, how could it possibly exist?

"Damn you!"

Ryūmei's face turned livid. He took a few subtle steps back and said: "Hidan has become a blasphemer! Hurry up and execute him together!!"

Hidan's current behavior clearly showed he intended to kill everyone.

As soon as the leader's words came out, all the cultists were instantly fired up as if injected with chicken blood.

"Kill him! Kill this blasphemer!"

"Nobody run! If we don't kill him today, none of us will live!"

The crowd surrounded Hidan, their eyes filled with bloodlust.

However, facing this siege by so many people, Hidan felt not a single trace of fear.

"Yes, that's it! Come and offer your lives to Lord Jashin!"

The scarlet color in Hidan's right eye seemed to ignite. Laughing wildly, he actually took the initiative to charge into the crowd.

Splurt!

Thump thump thump!!

Hidan was like a cold killing machine, fighting against everyone.

Every strike he made could take a living life. He left no one who appeared before him alive.

In just a short while, the ground was covered with corpses.

Just then, a figure leaped over the crowd and came before Hidan.

"Die!!"

Ryūmei, having found his chance, swung his blade directly at Hidan's head.

Crack crack crack!

Realizing he hadn't managed to cut off Hidan's head, only severing his left arm, Ryūmei quickly withdrew.

"Hahaha!"

Blood flowed freely from Hidan's severed arm.

Although his face was growing paler due to the massive blood loss, his eyes were becoming brighter and brighter.

Immediately, with a look of madness, he turned and cut down several people with a single slash,

perfectly embodying the four words "fierce and cruel."

The blood on his body... it was impossible to tell what was his and what was others'.

"This..."

The remaining cultists began to feel a chill, hesitating to move forward.

Just then.

"Use explosive tags to blow him up!"

Hearing this, the cultists all took out their explosive tags and threw them at Hidan.

With a loud "BOOM,"

Thick smoke obscured everyone's vision.

But the remaining cultists still stared intently at the center of the explosion.

However, as the smoke gradually dissipated,

"Hahaha!"

A wild laugh suddenly came from within.

"As long as I have Lord Jashin's grace, I am immortal! Even if I'm blown to bits with only my head left, I will crawl out of hell and bite through your throats!"

Looking at Hidan, soaked in blood yet still laughing wildly, the expressions of the cultists gradually turned to terror.

Before long, Hidan had cut down the remaining people one by one.

In the end, only Ryūmei, who had barely survived until now, was left.

"Great Lord Jashin, your most faithful believer offers you the most perfect sacrifice."

Hidan stood there, covered in wounds, holding his scythe in one hand and the necklace around his neck in the other, praying in a low voice,

completely ignoring Ryūmei in the distance.

"Hidan!"

Ryūmei gripped the chain-sickle in his hand, his expression ugly: "I also have an immortal body. Do you really want to fight me to the death? Why not just retreat..."

But before he could finish,

Click!

The base's main gate suddenly opened, and two figures walked in from outside.

"Tsk tsk tsk, looks like we've run into a tough one."

Looking at the tragic scene in the main hall of the base, a trace of amazement flashed in Kakuzu's eyes.

Even for him, who had lived for a hundred years, he rarely saw such a brutal scene outside of a battlefield.

Sasori, at his side, looked at the praying Hidan and couldn't help but complain: "This guy's devotion to Jashin is almost on par with your devotion to money, Kakuzu."

"But... you two, which one is our target?"

(End of Chapter)

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