The long scythe grazed the back of Satoru's hand, a shallow mark left behind.
Hidan's pupils narrowed into sharp needles as he caught sight of the blood glistening on the blade.
His lips curled into a wide, maniacal grin.
"Hahaha… the blood of my enemy!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement.
"It seems the evil god is smiling upon me today!"
The crimson droplets on the scythe seemed to embolden him further as he moved his right foot and began drawing a strange symbol on the ground.
The bright red pattern glowed ominously under the dappled sunlight, casting eerie shadows that danced across the forest floor.
Hidan pulled the chain tight, retrieving his scythe with a quick snap before licking the blade's edge.
"You've been cursed!" he declared, his voice carrying a disturbing reverence.
"Now, let the ritual begin!"
The Konoha shinobi watched in confusion and mounting dread.
"What's going on?" Shikamaru muttered, his sharp mind racing to piece together the scene before him.
"Why does that guy suddenly seem so confident?"
Choji nodded in agreement, his brows furrowed.
"Yeah… he was laughing, but it didn't feel right."
"That smile was unsettling," Ino added, her voice laced with unease.
Kakashi remained silent, his Sharingan trained on Hidan's movements.
Whatever Hidan was planning, it couldn't be good.
He took a step forward, intent on stopping him.
But Kakuzu intercepted him, his large frame blocking the way.
"I won't let you interfere with Hidan's ritual," Kakuzu said coldly.
"You're all finished."
The tension in the air thickened as Kakuzu continued, his tone smug.
"Hidan has a unique ability: once he obtains his enemy's blood, it's over for them."
"The damage he inflicts upon himself is mirrored onto his victim. And since he's immortal…"
Kakuzu let the implications hang in the air, his expression grimly confident.
The Konoha team was stunned.
"How is that possible?" Shikamaru asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
"He's immortal, and now he can curse people with their own blood?"
Kakashi's expression grew more serious as he processed the information.
"This isn't good," he muttered under his breath.
Meanwhile, Hidan stood within the glowing circle, his ritual complete.
Raising his spear, he stabbed himself in the chest with no hesitation.
The Konoha team flinched as the weapon pierced his body.
"Lord Jashin blesses me!" Hidan declared triumphantly, his voice filled with zeal.
"Feel the wrath of the god you dared to defy, Satoru!"
All eyes turned to Satoru, expecting to see him collapse in agony.
But Satoru stood casually, leaning against a tree with a bemused expression.
"Huh," he said lightly.
"You've got… quite the imagination."
Hidan froze.
"What?!" he demanded, his voice breaking with frustration.
"Why aren't you hurt?!"
Satoru tilted his head, tapping a finger against his chin.
"Hurt? Why would I be?"
Hidan's composure cracked further as he shouted, "I took your blood! The curse should have worked!"
Satoru blinked innocently.
"Blood?" he repeated.
"But I don't remember bleeding."
Realization began to dawn on Hidan, but he refused to believe it.
"I know I cut you!" he insisted, his voice growing frantic.
"My scythe drew blood—it had to be yours!"
Satoru's gaze shifted downward to his hand, where a faint red smear glistened.
His pale blue eyes widened slightly as understanding clicked into place.
"Ah," he muttered, glancing at the rabbit lying on the ground nearby.
"That explains it."
With deliberate slowness, Satoru stepped away from the tree and bent down to pick up the rabbit.
The poor creature had a deep wound in its abdomen, mirroring the injury Hidan had inflicted on himself.
Satoru held the rabbit up for everyone to see, its blood dripping in stark contrast to his otherwise pristine figure.
The Konoha team stared in stunned silence, the realization hitting them all at once.
"Wait," Shikamaru said, his voice incredulous.
"The blood wasn't his—it was the rabbit's?!"
Even Kakuzu faltered, his stoic expression giving way to disbelief.
"You've got to be kidding me," he muttered under his breath.
Hidan, on the other hand, was livid.
"You're telling me… I cursed a rabbit?!"
His voice was a mix of rage and humiliation as his aura darkened further.
"You insult the name of Jashin with this mockery, Satoru!"
Satoru shrugged, his expression calm and unbothered.
"Insult? I didn't do anything."
He tilted his head, regarding Hidan with mild curiosity.
"But, uh… can a cursed rabbit still be eaten?"
The casual question nearly sent Hidan over the edge.
"You're mocking me!" he roared, his voice shaking the trees.
"I'll make you pay for this!"
Satoru sighed, cradling the rabbit in one arm as he held his free hand out in a gesture of mock surrender.
"Fine, fine," he said.
"But seriously, let me finish my meal first. You interrupted a very important moment."
Hidan's scythe glinted ominously as he charged forward, but Satoru didn't move.
The tension in the forest grew unbearable as the battle seemed to teeter on the edge of chaos.
To be continued…
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