Our highly revered Archbishop had just returned to his room and slammed the door shut. Immediately, he ripped off the Jashin necklace from around his neck. Extreme rage caused the veins to bulge all over his body. In this private space, he finally stopped restraining himself, revealing the hideous and tyrannical truth of his face.
"Why! Why, Lord Jashin?!"
He held up the Jashin necklace, staring deathly at the circular pattern with the inverted triangle inside. With a face full of madness, he questioned:
"Why?! Clearly, I was here first!"
"I was the one who single-handedly revitalized the Jashin Religion! I am the one who offers so many sacrifices to you every year! Why? Why can I still not obtain your recognition?"
"I can accept that brat Hidan, but why can even that outsider kid receive your blessing while I cannot?"
"I was clearly here first!"
The madness on his face gradually turned into despair. The necklace clattered as it fell to the ground, and he slumped powerlessly against the wall. Suddenly, a light flickered in his eyes, and the look of madness resurfaced.
"I see! I understand now!"
"You must be testing my ability. You want to see if I can snatch this terrifying power away from them, don't you?"
"That must be it! It has to be!"
Hope returned to his eyes. He gesticulated wildly as he spoke, "I knew it, Lord Jashin. You wouldn't give up on me."
Having seemingly figured something out, the Archbishop calmed down instantly. However, madness and danger were brewing deep within his pupils.
Simu, of course, had no idea what kind of psychological struggle our Archbishop had just undergone. After the Archbishop left, he headed back to the main hall while carrying Hidan's head. After all, Hidan's body was still there.
"Hey, hey, hey! I'm telling you, can't you hold my head properly? How am I supposed to maintain my reputation in the Jashin Religion if you carry me around like this!?"
Hidan's tone was no longer as tough as it was at the beginning. It even carried a hint of helpless compromise. Hearing this, Simu simply shrugged his shoulders and spoke in a nonchalant tone.
"Can't you just kill them all later?"
Hidan froze for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. That's right! Why hadn't he thought of that? As long as he killed all these guys, no one would know what happened today!
"Humph, I have to admit, your brain is actually quite sharp."
Having reasoned it out, a fully arrogant Hidan gave Simu a backhanded compliment.
"You flatter me."
Simu's expression remained indifferent. He didn't take this guy's praise to heart at all. Seeing Simu act so unbothered made Hidan feel uncomfortable again, so he tried to save face.
"Since you have a bit of wit, if you're willing to submit to me now, I might consider letting you be a Deputy Leader later!"
Simu laughed. He adjusted his glasses and then lifted Hidan's head right in front of his face.
"Do you want to try what it feels like to have your body filled with crap?"
Hidan flew into a rage once more, "Damn you, Simu! Is crap the only thing you can threaten me with?"
Simu spread his hands, "Anyway, in my eyes, there isn't much difference between you and crap."
"I'm going to kill you!" Hidan roared, baring his teeth.
Simu maintained his indifferent attitude. He placed Hidan's head on the ground and used his palm to slightly adjust the direction. A bad premonition instantly rose in Hidan's heart, and he hurriedly shouted, "Wait, damn it, Simu, what are you planning to do?"
A smile appeared on Simu's face, "Watch me... precise goal!"
Swing, build power, and a powerful kick! It was all done in one smooth motion! Even a pro soccer player would have praised it; this kick was at least at the level of a world-class athlete.
Unfortunately, Simu was not a soccer expert after all. He had clearly aimed for the body, but he ended up kicking the head straight into the blood pool.
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Well, Simu admitted to himself that he had actually done it on purpose.
"Uh, you guys over there, please help fish Hidan out."
Hearing Simu's command, several followers who were helping sew Hidan's body together quickly agreed. They fished Hidan out of the blood pool. After all, the guy in front of them was a Divine Son, and more importantly, he was a Divine Son who could cut off someone's head and kick it around like a ball whenever he wanted. If they didn't obey, they suspected their own end would involve Simu turning their heads into soccer balls too.
"You bastard Kamizuki Simu! I'm warning you, don't you dare use my head as a soccer ball ever again!"
Hidan continued to bark like a dog. However, people are just like that. As a famous writer once said: if you tell someone you want to open a window, they will definitely refuse; but if you tell them you want to tear off the roof, they will ask if you can just open a window instead.
Hidan was the same. At first, he was upset about being beheaded, but now his requirement had shifted to: you can behead me, just don't kick it like a ball. This was the human tendency toward compromise.
"Put him down. I'll sew the head on personally."
Simu took Hidan's head, and then two more appendages snapped out from his ribs. Hidan's face changed as he struggled, "Bastard Simu, I knew you were up to no good! What are you doing now?"
As he spoke, his newly sewn body began to move. It had to be said that Hidan's body was truly ridiculous. After only about ten minutes of being sewn together, it could already start moving.
Simu frowned and said coldly, "Don't move."
Immediately, he shot out two mantis blade-limbs, pinning Hidan to the ground.
"Ah~~"
Hidan let out a gasp. A sense of disgust appeared on Simu's face. This guy seemed to have a bit of a masochistic streak. Whatever.
The two appendages on his ribs moved rapidly, and fine white threads began to flow from the tips. This was the ability of the [Koukaku · Spider]. By producing spider silk, one could bind and restrain prey, and of course, it could be used for sewing.
Simu just hadn't expected the first time he used this Kagune would be to sew on a human head. He was very fast, and in no time at all, he had Hidan's head sewn back on. Simu clapped his hands and released Hidan's body.
"Bastard Simu, I want you to—"
Hidan bolted upright, but before he could finish his sentence, he realized he couldn't get up properly. A follower on the side couldn't help but remind them:
"Uh, Lord Simu... it seems you've sewn Lord Hidan's head on backward."
"Hmm?" Simu raised an eyebrow, "Oh, so I did."
He hadn't been paying attention earlier. Hidan's body had been lying face down, which meant his head was now facing his back.
"I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"
Poor Hidan's voice had gone hoarse. Then, the followers watched as a red shadow shot out from Simu's body, cleanly and decisively cutting off the head he had just finished sewing.