(WARNING. This is a pretty graphic chapter towards the end, so if you can't handle animal slaughter, turn away now.)

Well so much for those 20 reviews XD Lazy readers! Nah guys it's cool. Hopefully the chapters will pick up and the story will get more reviews in time. Here's to another chapter and I still encourage for viewers to give me their thoughts. Good, bad, how is the pacing, is it clear, interesting, is it believable enough that you could possibly see it as canon enough for what little information is listed? Let me know please...Please!? ...*facedesk*

About a month passed by slowly and Hidan had been in an entirely new wave of training for most of that time. Not to his surprise, very little of it consisted of actual shinobi training. In fact, there hadn't really been any actual training as far as shinobi work was concerned. Not that he was disappointed, or surprised, but as far as the group was concerned, shinobi training was all on your own time. You were self taught unless you sought out a Sensei for yourself. It wasn't a bad deal really, but Hidan knew his skills as a shinobi could greatly be improved given he left his village at a genin level shinobi. That was just unacceptable for him. However that would have to be tended to after his duties to Jashin-sama. His worship came before anything else, no questions asked. That much had been made clear from the very beginning.

That afternoon; not that he could tell what time it really was thanks to being underground at all times, Hidan found himself moving through the cave rather aimlessly. His mind wandered about, mostly revolving around his experiences thus far as a Jashinist. However once again he found himself thinking on his new mentor, then again he spent most of his time these days with the man.

Junpei was fine as far as a mentor was concerned, he spent hours at a time teaching Hidan one on one about everything he needed to know as a Jashinist. Most of them consisting of how many rules there are explaining what is forbidden, what is expected of you, and punishments should you fail in your duties. About eighty percent of those punishments were of course death, each death varying, depending on which rule you fail to follow. They were quite strict on rules as a matter of fact. However, they were a set of rules Hidan could agree with. So unlike Yukagure, he respected these rules and worked to become an obedient servant for Jashin.

He took a seat on one of the wooden seats lined against the cave walls, and inhaled deeply, taking moment to rest. He was honestly just looking for a way to kill time until Junpei came for him. Something that apparently needed discussing. Usually this was the time Hidan would go to the surface with Shou to spare and practice his taijutsu, however that would have to wait until another time.

His attention wasn't caught again until he spotted someone rounding the corner to where he was. Which wasn't unusual really, but he still liked to keep an eye on everybody. In the long run, trusting a fellow Jashinist with your safety was about as safe as sleeping in a bed of angry scorpions. However he was mildly surprised to see Taromaru approaching the spot where Hidan was sitting. His steps were slow and smooth, his hair slowly swaying side to side with each stride, and his trademark grin was plastered on his smooth face.

A chill of excitement raced down Hidan's spine at the sight of the man. Even though his time spent there was short, each day he spent listening to the words of the group's leader, he grew to respect and admire the man more and more. He was so incredibly devoted to Jashin and, he was so full of knowledge and wisdom, he always took extra time to teach the lower ranks, he was a strong leader, a strong shinobi, and his faith was unwavering. One day, Hidan's goal was to become like that. To have that unwavering faith, to know your purpose in life and to embrace your role as a servant for Jashin whole heartedly.

He glanced up when Taromaru paused in front of him, his head turning to look a Hidan wordlessly. For a moment, both men were silent. However Hidan couldn't stand how heavy it was making the air feel. His lips parted a moment as he tried to think of something to say to break the silence, but words wouldn't form. Did Taromaru even want for him to speak? What was he doing? It was...somewhat unusual. Hidan tried to peer at the man's eyes but it was difficult to get a good look. The shadows dancing along the walls from the torches, made it hard for him to see the man's expression, and looking through that deer skull didn't exactly help.

A soft chuckle was the first noise to cut through the silence before Taromaru finally spoke. "Junpei-san informs me you are doing well...and at such a fast rate. It isn't often we receive such young members who are as devout as you are."

A thin grin tugged the corners of Hidan's mouth at the unexpected praise. He straightened his back somewhat and inclined his head more upward to look at the man. "That right? Heh, I can't imagine anything else I'd rather do. Still...I can't compete with someone like you and Junpei-san yet."

"Yet," he assured. Turning the rest of his body to face Hidan, Taromaru seemed to grow more interested in the conversation. "However, if you continue on with your studies and pay great head to everything Junpei-san has to teach you, someday, perhaps you also be rewarded with the title of Priest. It has been quite some time since we have had a new Priest, but I am willing to bet that times may change. That is unless you somehow, Jashin forbid, lose this drive you have...or die."

Hidan's brows furrowed at the very mention of even hypothetically losing the determination he had for his faith. Shaking his head firmly, he spoke out a little more harshly than he had meant to. Then again, tone control was his weakest point.

"Not a chance. There is nothing else out there for me, and I've learned so much so fast...this place has done more for me than my village could ever hope to do. I'd rather die than lose the motivation to keep pleasing Jashin-sama." After all, without the will to do well for the one you serve, what good is a person? After all, human beings were meant to be lead by a greater power.

Taromaru watched him for a moment, seeming to take in what he was saying. However the smile never once flickered. "Your words are strong and sure, however we shall see just how far you are willing to go. It's easy to say and want to do well...it's another process entirely to actually go the distance and push past all odds for the sake of being the best servant a man on this earth can possibly be. However I'll let you in on something."

He took a moment to pause, watching as Hidan was leaning in closer with great interest. Not only was this his first actual discussion with Taromaru, but a semi private lesson. This was like a gold mine for someone like him.

Once confident he had Hidan's undivided attention, he continued. "They say faith can move mountains. If your faith is sure, and your devotion sound, you can accomplish great things." He paused once more, taking a step forward towards Hidan and leaning in, locking gazes him. Hidan's breath caught, his heartbeat seeming to pause just so he could catch what was coming next. "Let me just say this...between you and I. You came to us as a nobody. No name, no face, no purpose. You obviously desired more for yourself, and so Jashin-sama offered you something priceless. A purpose in life. A reason to exist. You chose wisely. However, this is the end of what he will selflessly hand over to you. You see, most faiths consist of Gods giving protection, comfort, and great promises their followers. They become sheep. They follow after a God because they grow accustomed to being a follower and relying on their Gods for everything like lost children. They stop thinking for themselves and try to pass everything problem wise off to their Gods. Jashin-sama is different because unlike those Gods, after he has offered you a path in life, it becomes your job to not only serve him with undying loyalty in return for what he has given to you, but to remain independent and function on your own. If you have a problem in life, it is nobody else's job to solve it but your own. Just to be able to continue thinking for yourself and to keep yourself as strong as you can possibly be. Unlike most Gods, he will not save you from disease, he will not restore lost sight, he will not comfort and nurture you like some surrogate mother, and he will not offer second chances and forgive you if you make a mistake and sin under his name. Once you have sinned as one of his followers, you not only disgrace him, but your name becomes tarnished, and eternal punishment is all that awaits. It's as simple as that. Jashin-sama encourages for his followers to be devoted to him and obey yes, but as far as day to day life is concerned, it is sickening for him to watch a follower become complacent and to rely on others for everything. Do you understand? Bear this in mind daily, and you have my word that you will not only survive this world as a good shinobi; which I know is something you personally are striving towards, but as a good servant of Jashin-sama. And nothing would make him more proud, than to only have his best followers at his side when our time in this world is over. Isn't that something to be proud of? To have your God select you over somebody else because of your loyalty to him? To me, there would be no greater gift. That to me, is worth fighting for."

Hidan was awestruck, and for once speechless. His eyes were full of an almost childish wonder as his jaw hung open slightly. Taromaru had the ability to go on and on about nothing but his undying faith to Jashin-sama, and hearing him speak about how it was worth the struggle to do well was completely inspiring to Hidan. He couldn't even bring himself to be defensive over Taromaru saying he was once a nobody. If he was totally honest with himself, and really considered the reality of it...he was a nobody. He came from a village that will undoubtedly be a running joke among minor countries and great nations alike for what they did, he had no true path to follow, only an idea for a path, he was a poor shinobi compared to others which he blamed his soft hearted Sensei for, he just had and was nothing. Now, he had the chance to be somebody. To not only grow stronger, but to have a source for that strength. Taromaru was right. Jashin-sama not only gave him a path, but something to fight for and believe in. There was hope. There was a reason to go on living.

Somehow, even after such an intense discussion, Hidan found himself feeling serenity for the first time in his life. True inner peace. His smile widened as he glanced up to Taromaru.

"You're right. About everything. I want to make a name for myself Taromaru-sama...I want to please Jashin-sama, and I want to be stronger. No, I want more...I, I...I don't know what I want, but I want more. For the love of...why don't more people know about this? Sure there are plenty here, but how come more people on the streets don't know about this like other Gods?"

Taromaru smirked somewhat, his arms folding as he snorted lightly.

"Because either they do know, and fear our ways because they are ignorant and weak, or our missionaries usually are killed in combat. It is no newsflash that Jashinists are suckers for a good battle. Our teachings are to never back down from a fight even against all odds, and to embrace the idea of death. So naturally a Jashinist on their own looking to spread the word of Jashin, as any good missionary does, will do so mostly via example and die for what they believe in. As honorable as it is, it reduces our numbers greatly and as a result, less and less can be enlightened of our ways."

Hidan lowered his eyes slightly, hating to hear such a tragic tale. Of course, the most sound religion out there, and the ones who's job it is to spread the word wind up dead faster than other Jashinists. What a load of shit. It was frustrating for Hidan because to him, everybody deserved to know about this faith. Everybody deserved a chance to be saved, but how could that happen when the missionaries can't resist a one sided battle? It was a problem.

Taromaru halted in his speech however when he spotted Junpei rounded the same corner he himself had come from. Junpei also spotted the pair and Hidan's hard expression before stopping at once and seeming somewhat caught off guard. "Oh, Taromaru-sama...forgive my interruption, I was just looking for Hidan-san here, but I can come for him later if you're-" He was silenced when the blonde lifted a pale hand, waving it nonchalontly.

"Not at all, we were just finishing up here. I got caught in my weakness for speech but I have arraignments to prepare for tonight's ceremony, so I must be on my way now." Junpei offered a polite bob of his head, as did Hidan as Taromaru hurried off, apparently spending more time on chatting than he meant to.

Hidan then turned to look at Junpei, rising to his feet.

"You're late."

The older man chuckled somewhat and nodded his head, moving beside of Hidan to lead him through the cave walls.

"Yes, yes I'm aware. Apologies, but my attention was required elsewhere..so you seemed rather involved just then. I take it your time with Taromaru-sama was eventful?"

Hidan laughed dryly, as if that was even a matter of question.

"I can see now today more than ever why he leads us. I swear he could lose me all day if he would just keep talking like that...he's so informative and he's just so spiritually solid. I swear one day I want to be like that. I want my faith to be that strong."

Junpei glanced over towards the younger man and smiled somewhat, nodding his head in agreement.

"He has that affect on people. He's been blessed with a silver tongue and a long wind. He's the best leader this group has seen in years...you know why though don't you?"

Hidan's brow furrowed a moment at the question. Why? Why was Taromaru so devout did he mean, why was he a good leader? What difference did it make why? "Uh, no," he answered honestly. This earned him a chuckle but Junpei clapped a hand on his shoulder, shaking him lightly.

"Hidan-san...the reason why he leads us as strongly as he does, is truly a miracle of itself. He is the son of Jashin-sama."

Hidan felt his jaw drop nearly to the floor, his eyes widening the size of dinner plates as the information was offered. He rounded on Junpei within the next second, stammering dumbly for a moment.

"What say that again!? Does everyone here know about that?! How can he be his son!?" You could practically hear the exclamation points at the end of his sentences as his voice nearly cracked. Junpei couldn't help but laugh at his student's reaction, placing a hand over his stomach to dull the aching that came with it.

"Calm down Hidan, don't get so excited. Yes, nearly everybody here knows this, and I figured you would appreciate knowing as well. Taromaru came to us from a hidden shrine that he introduced us to that's actually out past tea country. Even our previous leader could tell he was more informed about Jashin-sama than he was."

Hidan interjected at this, wanting answers preferably as fast as his brain was forming questions.

"Wait, did you know the leader before him then?" Just how old was Junpei exactly? Hidan knew he was one of the oldest in the group, if not the oldest, but he had never asked him just how far did it go?

Junpei nodded his head as he continued walking Hidan through the cave.

"Yes I did. He lead the group when I was a child and Taromaru-sama here as been leading us for over twenty years now after killing him." Again Hidan found himself dumbstruck. So Junpei was pretty well up there in his age, and the son of Jashin had slaughtered the previous leader in order to take on the job. That was a lot of history in one day.

Exhaling deeply, he looked over to Junpei once more, seeming to still be curious on something.

"I can't take anymore surprises today...tell me about this ceremony Taromaru-sama's working on?"

Junpei laughed once more, seeming endlessly amused by Hidan and his reactions to certain situations.

"That is what we are going to do now actually. I need to get you prepared. Everybody will be there and we will all be meeting on the surface at sundown."

At this Hidan quirked a thin silver brow, seeming once again lost as to what was going on. Obviously something big if it called for an entire gathering on the surface. "What exactly will we be doing?"

Turing to face the younger man, Junpei seemed to think of the best way to explain just what it was that was going on.
"Hmm. Well, you see, what happens is based around an old legend. I'll explain it to you first and the rest will make more sense. Ages ago, there was a story of a warrior shinobi who had been fatally wounded during battle on the night of a new moon. This was well before the first Hokage's time mind you, so these were battles that when injured, you were expected to die. Anyway, this shinobi managed to survive through the rest of the battle and afterwards, drug his limp body into the forest that happened to be nearby. Well, just before his body could give out, Jashin-sama approached him in the flesh."

At the sound of this Hidan, took an unconscious step closer to Junpei, who in turn leaned away slightly, not really expecting for Hidan to become so interested. "Really? Where does it say that? I've never read this legend in any of the books you gave me. I know it's not there I read them all twice now. What did he do? What did he look like? Gods can take on any form they want can't they? What happened next?"

Junpei blinked a moment before bumping Hidan in the side with his elbow, mostly to try to get his personal space back.

"Relax, I'm getting to that. Stories say that he appeared to the man as a giant tiger. Upon looking at the man, Jashin-sama could see his love of combat instantly. So he offered the man eternal life, in exchange for eternal servitude. If he spread the word of Jashin-sama's teachings, and promised to follow those teachings himself, he could live and fight forever without running the risk of being killed ever again. Well this shinobi of course said yes, and was granted eternal life just as promised, becoming also what was known as the first Jashinist in recorded history. So there in that very same forest, he built a shrine in order to preform sacrificial ceremonies for Jashin-sama during the new moon. This was to show his eternal gratitude for his gift. This is also the very same shrine that Taromaru hailed from, and to this day, it is watched and protected by other Jashinists, who still preform this ceremony. So, as you can imagine; every new moon, we too preform this ritual, to show our gratitude to Jashin-sama for his enlightenment towards us. You've not read it before in those books I gave you, because it is only recorded in a very specific passage in one of many set of books that only Taromaru has access to."

Hidan listened intently to the tale, making sure to store away for later use that he would have to somehow get his hands on these books. It wasn't enough for him to just hear stories. He had to know for himself. He wanted to know everything there was about his God. Just how old was this faith? What does one have to do to be as close to Jashin-sama as possible during a lifetime? Is there a way? Then it hit him. Eternal life. Eternal life meant a way for the word of Jashin to be spread. A way for the word to be spread without the risk of being killed over differing opinions. If a missionary were granted with such a gift...no...if he were granted with such a gift.

Now he had a goal. Now he knew what he wanted. He wanted to be as close as possible to his God, in exchange for eternal life, so that he could forever spread the word of Jashin to all of those poor lost souls out there. However...this was something he knew that he would have to do on his own. That was the way of Jashin. You do everything on your own. And so he would. He would find a way...somehow. Briefly he couldn't help but wonder what happened to the supposedly immortal shinobi that had encountered Jashin-sama...and even then...if Taromaru was Jashin-sama's heir...did he have the gift? Of course announcing such a thing aloud to too many people would be foolish, because then you would basically be a walking target. However he was still curious. Surely the son of Jashin was blessed with such a gift, right?

Glancing over towards Junpei, who had been staring at him for quite some time now, Hidan tilted his head slightly and questioned.

"So...does legend say what happened to that shinobi? The immortal one."

Gravely Junpei shook his head and sighed heavily.

"No Hidan-san...it was never revealed who the shinobi was, or what has become of him now...there is a chance that perhaps somewhere out there such a man still roams around but we may never know. He could be anywhere." Taking a moment to mull over the possibilities, Junpei eventually shook his head and turned back to Hidan.

"Well either way, we have a job to do now. Come, this is your first ceremony and you need to be ready. I'll have to get you changed and then we'll go to the surface. Taromaru-sama will take over from there."

Nodding his head, Hidan eagerly followed Junpei to his personal quarters where the man moved to the end of his bed. At the foot of the bed was a large trunk that was apparently used for storage. Upon opening said trunk, Junpei pulled out a pair of robes, but these were different than the current robes that Jashinists wore.

These robes, rather than off black to dark grey, were pure jet black. However not only this, but the white design that covered the back vaguely resembled...almost a skeleton. The sleeves also had white markings along them, only the designing was more abstract and elaborate. The same Jashinist clasp used on the traditional everyday robes was present, and Hidan noticed that on Junpei's set, the ends of the sleeves looked...almost burned.

He took the extra set of robes that Junpei passed over to him and set them on the top of the bed for now. Reaching for his current robes, he opened them and stepped out, revealing the naked flesh beneath. Folding them up haphazardly, and placing them on the bed, he reached for the ceremonial robes, but Junpei stopped him by taking his wrist.

Hidan turned his head to look at Junpei in question, but for a moment the man just stood there, gripping his wrist. It was odd for Junpei given that the man rarely got within arms length of anybody, and the fact that Hidan figured himself being naked would make it if anything, awkward for Junpei to be near him. However, Junpei seemed perfectly fine with him standing there naked.

"Uh, Junpei-nii?" He watched the older man's eyes do a quick sweep up and down for a moment, and he seemed to be pondering something. However, before he could question again, Junpei finally spoke up.

"I've got a few things for you...I meant to give you all of this including the robes yesterday but I never got around to it...put these on." He released the grip on Hidan's wrist, and took a step back, fishing around the trunk for something else.

Placing an unsure hand on the spot where Junpei was holding, Hidan noticed it was oddly warm. He still wasn't sure why stopping him from dressing had to involve holding him like that but whatever worked he supposed...it was just odd. His thoughts were once again cut short when a rough sort of jingling filled his ears, the sight of something off white sailing towards his head. He caught the objects in his hand and noted it was jewelry. Bone jewelry. One of the pieces was a pair of arm bangles that looked like they were pieced together by some unknown animal's ribs, however when he took the necklace, it dawned on him just what these were. It was a necklace made entirely out of human bones. Each piece of bone separated off at least five human teeth, forming a complete pattern all they way around until the necklace was full. He blinked a moment, mildly disturbed by this, however it didn't stop him from slipping both items on, followed by the new set of robes.

Turning to Junpei, whom once again was staring at him, Hidan cocked a brow and finally questioned.

"What?! What do you keep looking at? Do I have something in my hair or what?"

This seemed to snap Junpei out of some thought but the man merely laughed, waving a hand.

"Oh nothing important..come on, we need to get to the surface." Without another word, he strode past Hidan, who still looked unsatisfied, but had no choice but to accept the answer. Sighing heavily, he followed after the man through the cave until the exit finally came into view.

Stepping out, he was greeted by a large gust of wind followed by grains of sand traveling after it. The sand hitting him upside the head was unwelcomed and earned a vulgar curse from Hidan as he put the hood of the robes up to protect his face from any more assaults. Junpei chuckled a lead him to the top of the caves entrance, where sand finally parted way to reveal the hard rock. It was only then Hidan noticed what everybody was gathered around. A large amount of logs and sticks were stacked up in a tee pee like fashion. There was also a large beam pole in the center of the wood, where a collared whimpering dog, a goat, and a set of five small colourful caged birds were bound. Hidan glanced at the terrified animals for a moment before looking at Junpei. So this was the set up to one of these ceremonies? He had to say as far as how heavy the atmosphere felt with anticipation, this wasn't disappointing. It was then he noticed Taromaru pushing his way through the front until he was standing in front of the set of wood, facing the crowd. The robes he wore were a bright, crimson red with gold trim, and intricate black designs decorating the chest, sleeves, and back of the robes. His hands were now covered with jeweled rings set in gold bands, and the blonde locks were woven and styled with a strange black vine that looked to be thorned, causing tiny drops of blood to trickle down the sides of his face behind the deer skull mask.

He clapped his hands together loudly, before spreading his arms widely, speaking in a loud, commanding voice.

"My brothers and sisters! It fills my spirit with great joy, to see you all gathered here tonight for this very special event! For those of you who have not participated before, listen up!"

Hidan stayed very silent, and very still, but couldn't help notice a few of the other members, who were also new stiffen slightly. After a moments pause, Taromaru continued, never once loosing his enthusiasm.

"We have gathered at this same spot for centuries to celebrate our New Moon Ceremonies! This is a time for us all to come together as one, and show our gratitude to Jashin-sama!"

Hidan was somewhat surprised when the atmosphere seemed to shift as suddenly as it did. It felt the same as it did when he was first introduced to the group. At first, quiet and fickle, to suddenly, alive and completely fueled. The group cheered loudly, the sound of the whipping wind being easily drowned out in their cries. Upon the first bit of praise, Taromaru continued, starting to pace side to side in front of the group, seeming to almost shiver with the building excitement.

"We come together, and we praise his name, for showing us the light! For making us stronger! For giving us the clay we needed, to mold ourselves, to shape our lives to what we want them to be! For shielding us from society's binding, narrow minded teachings! To help us break away from the crippling laws of man! For us to live the way we were intended to live! Have scientists not deemed us mammals? So tonight! Let us embrace our true calling! Let us live like the animals we truly are inside! Let us unleash the chaos chained inside! Let it out! Become one with the animal inside of you! The hungry, bloodthirsty beast that waits within the darkest corners of your minds! Reveal it!"

At each phrase, the crowd cheered louder, and louder for more. Arms flew into the air in applause, heads craned upward, crying out to the skies. Hidan couldn't even help the wicked grin that spread across his face. His heartbeat pounded inside of his chest, threatening to burst out of his body altogether. He laughed along with the group, soon, tossing his head back in a shrill cackle, his eyes going wild when Taromaru preformed the proper hand seals, and torched the wood and animals with a fire technique. The smell of burning animals flesh filled Hidan's nose, the smoke stinging his eyes and making them water, but now was a time he didn't mind. The flames rose high into the air, as the animals cried out in agony, the birds dropping instantly. The goat and dog struggled with all of their might to escape their flaming prison, but to not avail. Soon however the goat dropped into the flames, no longer moving, the fur stripped away to near nothing as the flesh began to blacken and turn crispy. The dog looked ready to drop, but to Hidan's surprise, Taromaru reached his bare hands into the flames, and drug it out by the collar, even as the nylon snapped from how much of it had been burnt away.

As soon as he did this, Hidan felt his body being shoved forward as the crowd rushed towards the fire, still cheering and crying out to the skies. Hands flew to the dying dog, and once more Hidan was surprised as the group began taking huge bites from the animal, even though the fur was on fire and the animal was not yet dead. He felt a hand shove him forward roughly, and turned to see Junpei moving behind him, encouraging him to jump into the fray.

He did nothing less. As if something else had taken over, he found himself with a burning set of hands, tongue, and cheeks as he bite into the flesh of the canine, watching as another part of the group took out the goat and what was left of the birds. Blood was shared among them, jaws were snapping like a pack of wolves, and the sound of crunching bones echoed through the valley. The carnage lasted for only Gods knew how long before soon nothing was left but a dull flame, animals bones with bits of flesh still clinging to them, and panting members. Each of them were scorched in some way, but nobody minded.

Taromaru soon stepped back up to the front, also panting. His hair was messed, blood stained his mouth, robes, and hands, which were also somewhat charred in black, and his sleeves were still smoldering. However he looked quite pleased, almost as if he were at peace. Raising his hands into the air once more, he waited until each head turned to look at him before speaking again, his voice somewhat shaky and strained.

"Brothers, sisters."

Lowering his hands back down to his sides, Taromaru took a single step forward and, spoke more quietly, causing the crowd to have to lean in to hear his voice over the wind.

"Look at us. We, who worship a God of chaos, are more at peace with ourselves, than over eighty percent of the population who have sought and found redemption. We, together, will survive as an unstoppable unit, because of our God. We, will remain aware, and prepared for whatever this earth has to throw at us, because of our so called, 'savage' Deity. Let me ask you this...think of this as you leave here tonight, and answer for yourselves...is it really so savage? Is it more savage than the corrupt bureaucrats who rule over our nations? Is it more savage than what shinobi do to each other daily as it is? When a mission is on the line, and you are forced to kill one another. When an elected official has to cover up his backside, which could mean the slaughter of countless others to ensure this. Why is it so taboo, to simply have the very same tactics as our civilized, modern day society, out on display? At least people know what to expect from us, and can trust us to never change our ways or stab them in the back...no. We'll just aim for the front."

A wide grin spread across his face as the group shared a quiet chuckle at the small crack of humor. Hidan didn't necessarily join in the laughter, though it was a decent shot at keeping the mood light. He was simply too captivated by what Taromaru was saying.

"Consider this, and I'll let you decide for yourselves. Our faith aside, what really separates our ways from theirs?"