Chapter 165
"Clang!"
The sickle struck a rock, and the splashing water echoed with a dull sound. Still, this method wasn't going to catch the Three-Tails.
"Tch, did that thing slip into another dimension? Wild tailed beasts are always a pain in the ass." Hidan frowned. He really didn't want to admit it, but yeah, this was gonna be another pain.
He swam upward through the lake, arms flailing like a goose that had been plucked and tossed into water—definitely not a graceful sight.
"We gotta find a way to lure the Three-Tails out. Charging into some alternate dimension just to fight it? Not a great idea." Hidan flicked his soaked necklace aside, the symbol of his evil god dangling as he slicked his silver hair back into a loose bun.
"Looks like senpai forgot how to use his brain again. Should we switch targets, then?" Tobi said, twisting and contorting his body with exaggerated clown-like antics. Even circus performers couldn't match his ridiculous movements.
Hidan didn't bother replying. Thinking wasn't his forte. He barely even remembered the mission details half the time. He was a brute, a musclehead. If he ever got put in charge of a mission, the entire squad would probably die before lunch.
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At the same time, Yakushi Kabuto, always one to enjoy grave-digging more than combat, ran into an old face.
He was holed up in a cave—cold, damp, dark. Maybe it was Orochimaru's influence, but Kabuto's hideouts always had this funeral-home vibe. Then again, he was basically running a one-man corpse retrieval business.
A woman with bluish-purple hair stood at the entrance. She wore a light green robe, her figure wrapped in a shimmering aura of pink crystals. Her face was stone cold, eyes locked on Kabuto with visible disdain.