86: Chapter 86 The Undying Monster and the Crimson CurseThe path through the woods was muddy and difficult to navigate.
The rotting leaves, mixed with moisture, emitted an unpleasant musty smell.
Sarutobi Asuma walked at the front, the cigarette in his hand flickering, the ash blown away by the wind and disappearing into the darkness in an instant.
"Teacher Asuma."
Shikamaru followed behind, his voice a little strained.
"What's wrong?"
Asma didn't turn around, he just flicked his cigarette ash.
"The gold exchange is just ahead."
Shikamaru stopped in his tracks, his usually half-closed eyes now filled with an unusual seriousness.
"I can never forget what Naruto said before."
"For some reason, the aroma of roasted meat seemed to haunt my nose like a ghost."
"It lingers."
Three days ago.
It was also a gloomy afternoon.
Inside the private room at BBQ Q, the charcoal fire was burning brightly.
"I want that piece of pork belly."
A pair of chopsticks pierced through the grill, precisely picking up the sizzling, oily, premium beef from the baking pan.
Shikamaru was stunned.
look up.
What I saw was Naruto's face, which had a half-smile on it.
When did this guy come in?
Choji dropped the potato chips in his hand onto the table, and Ino's mouth dropped open, completely forgetting that this was a gathering of Class 10.
Naruto, however, acted as if he were at home, sitting down with an air of nonchalance, stuffing the piece of meat into his mouth, and chewing it with gusto.
"It tastes good."
He swallowed the meat, his gaze sweeping over everyone at the table before finally settling on Asma.
That look in his eyes.
It didn't feel like looking at a teacher; it felt more like looking at a dead person about to be buried.
"Naruto, you."
Asma was about to reprimand the uninvited guest.
Naruto, however, raised a finger and placed it to his lips.
"Shhh."
"Have you heard of it?Some things won't die even if you cut off their heads."
The air in the private room froze instantly.
The only sound was the crackling of the burning charcoal.
"What do you mean?" Shikamaru frowned, his brain racing.
Naruto stood up and patted the oil off his hands.
He walked to the door, his back to everyone, his voice light and airy, like a whisper from hell.
"Be careful of curses, Uncle Asuma."
"Especially.don't let anyone lick your blood."
The memory abruptly ended.
Shikamaru felt a layer of cold sweat seep out from his back, sticky and uncomfortable.
"Teacher, Izumo, Kotetsu."
Shikamaru took a deep breath, suppressing the unease in his heart.
"We absolutely cannot be careless in the battle to come.If what Naruto said is true."
"Don't be scared by that brat's nonsense."
Asma stubbed out his cigarette, exhaled the last smoke ring, and his eyes were sharp as knives.
"No matter what kind of monster it is, once its head is severed, it will die."
He drew his chakra blade from his waist, its sharp edge flashing with a cold light.
"action."
The gold exchange is a solitary public toilet building.
It's hard to imagine that the Earthly Land, which is worth thirty million taels on the black market, is now stuffed into that simple body bag.
The door was violently kicked open.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere.
Two men dressed in long robes with black backgrounds and red cloud patterns stood there.
A tall, masked figure, with only a pair of green eyes visible.
Another carried a huge three-section scythe, his silver slicked-back hair was meticulously combed, and the necklace of an evil god was revealed under his open collar.
Kakuzu.
Hidan.
"Ugh.this is such a hassle."
Hidan slammed his scythe into the ground, creating a spiderweb-like crack in the concrete.
He glanced at the body bag on the ground, then at the four people who had barged in, and grinned in an exaggerated way.
"Kakuzu, I told you this thing was too heavy, I had to carry it."
"Shut up."
Kakuzu's voice was muffled and emotionless."Someone has brought money."
"Money, money, money, all you think about is money."
Hidan waved his hand impatiently, his purplish-red eyes fixed on Asuma, his tongue licking his dry lips.
"This bearded man looks.quite suitable to be offered to the evil god."
Before he could finish speaking.
A dark figure suddenly appeared.
Shikamaru formed hand seals, and the shadow beneath his feet shot out like a living snake, instantly wrapping around Hidan's feet.
The shadow imitation technique was successful.
"Now!"
Asma's figure disappeared from the spot.
Wind Release chakra enveloped the blade, tearing the air with a piercing shriek.
That's too fast.
Hidan was so fast that he didn't have time to react at all.
The sharp chakra blade sliced into his neck without any resistance.
It's like cutting a piece of tofu.
Pfft.
Blood gushed out, drawing a scarlet arc in the air.
A silver head flew high into the air, tumbled several times, and crashed heavily to the ground.
Glug glug.
The head rolled to Izumo's feet.
The headless corpse swayed, and the scythe in its hand clattered to the ground.
Then, the body fell straight down.
quiet.
A deathly silence.
Izumo and Kotetsu exchanged a glance and let out a long sigh.
"Resolved."
Zitie wiped the sweat from his forehead."What?The members of Akatsuki are nothing special."
"It seems Naruto's information was wrong."
Izumo kicked the head next to his feet."His head's off, how could he not be dead?"
Asuma sheathed his sword, his tense muscles relaxing slightly.
The feeling of cutting bone was very realistic.
It was indeed cut off.
"Shikamaru, don't be too nervous."
Asuma turned around and looked at his disciple who was still maintaining his ninjutsu."Mission complete."
"It hurts like hell!"
A piercing roar suddenly came from the ground.
It wasn't from that masked man.
It came from the head at Izumo's feet, a head that should have been dead.
Everyone's expression froze instantly.
As if burned, Izumo jumped three meters away and pointed in horror at the head on the ground.
"He.he spoke?"
That head was still chattering away.
Kakuzu"Are you watching a show, you bastard?Hurry up and get me back here!It hurts so much!"
Asma's pupils contracted violently.
Really.not dead?
Naruto's words struck him like a heavy hammer blow to the heart.
—Some things won't die even if you cut off their heads.
"Don't stand there!"
Shikamaru was the first to react, yelling, "Don't let them regroup!"
But it was too late.
Kakuzu, who had been silent all along, moved.
He was faster than Asma.
He activated Body Flicker Technique and appeared directly next to Hidan's head, lifting the noisy head up with one hand.
With his other hand, he grabbed Hidan's headless corpse.
Countless black tentacles emerged from Kakuzu's wrist, like living blood vessels, and burrowed into Hidan's severed neck.
The sound of needle and thread moving.
A teeth-grinding, grinding sound.
To everyone's utter horror, Hidan's head was "sewed" back onto his neck.
Hidan cracked his neck, making a series of snapping sounds.
"Ah.that feels much better."
He gripped the scythe on the ground, his eyes turning extremely crazed, his killing intent almost tangible.
"You had a good time chopping just now, didn't you, big bearded man?"
Asma's palms were sweaty as he gripped the knife.
What kind of monster is this?
"spread!"
Shikamaru shouted.
The red, three-sectioned scythe swept across with a whistling sound.
That was pure power, without any fancy techniques.
Asuma sidestepped.
The sharp blade grazed his bulletproof vest.
Although it didn't hit him directly, the barbs at the tip of the sickle still managed to pierce his skin.
A drop of bright red blood splattered out.
"Oh no!"
Shikamaru's heart sank.
—Don't let anyone lick your blood.
Hidan did not pursue.
He sheathed his scythe, extended his long tongue, and gently licked the blade stained with Asma's blood.
Slurp.
"tasty."
Hidan wore an expression of ecstasy, as if he had tasted the finest wine in the world.
Immediately afterwards.
A strange change occurred.
His skin began to change color.
His originally pale skin quickly turned black, and white lines emerged, outlining the shape of his bones.
It's like a.
A living skeleton.
He pulled a black spear from his pocket and drew a circle in the pool of blood on the ground with his toe.
A triangle is nested inside a circle.
The curse array of the evil god cult.
"The ceremony.begins."
Hidan stood in the center of the magic circle, looking at Asuma not far away, his smile ferocious and twisted.
Are you ready to feel the pain?
Asma sensed something was wrong.
A strange chill enveloped my entire body.
He was about to rush forward and interrupt the other person's actions.
Hidan then did something that no one could understand.
He raised the spear in his hand.
No throwing was done.
No attack.
Instead, he aimed at his own thigh.
Thrust down hard!
Pfft!
The spear pierced through the thigh muscle, and blood flowed freely.
"What is he doing?Self-harm?" Zi Tie was dumbfounded.
"Hmm!"
At the very same instant.
Asma, who was charging forward, suddenly swayed to the side.
A burst of blood erupted from his left thigh without warning.
A sharp pain struck.
Asma knelt on one knee, staring in disbelief at the bloody hole that had appeared out of nowhere on his leg.
Location, depth, size.
And the wound on Hidan's leg.
Exactly the same.
"teacher!"
Shikamaru's mind went completely blank.
He finally understood.
This is what Naruto meant by "curse".
Hidan pulled out his spear, drawing a string of blood droplets, his face flushed with a sickly redness.
"Can you feel it?This pain."
He groaned with pleasure, raising the spear again, this time aiming it at his own abdomen.
"This is the highest grace bestowed by the evil god."
Asma clutched the wound on his leg and looked up at the black and white skeleton standing in the crimson magic circle.
despair.
It surged in like a tide.
At that moment, he finally realized that he was not facing a human being at all.
Instead, it is a real.demon.
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