After the two were sent out, Sasori thought for a moment and refused Hozuki Mangetsu's idea of calling others together. He had a few things he wanted to ask Hidan.
And if nothing went wrong, that person probably had some questions for him too.
Sasori looked inside through the window of the ward.
The originally clean bed sheet was covered with strange symbols drawn in blood, and Hidan was lying on the blood-soaked sheet.
It looked like he was in a devoted prayer.
Although Hidan could be said to have flaws as a person, he was definitely a good follower of his religion.
Deidara felt that the Jashin Cult was probably to Hidan what art was to Deidara and Sasori.
Of course, Sasori sneered at immortality and religion, but he wouldn't directly criticize others. He just didn't agree with it much.
Sasori moved his gaze from the small window on the door to the door itself. He reached up on his toes and touched it. There were some bumps of different sizes on the door.
It looked like it had been attacked from the inside, probably when Hidan tried to break the door.
But because he didn't succeed, he had to go back to praying or something.
Sasori shook his head helplessly, but didn't say anything.
Sasori pressed his finger on the door, and with a "buzz" sound, the sideways sliding door opened.
"Come out, things are ready over there."
After all, they weren't too familiar, so Sasori carefully chose his words.
He hadn't said anything after spending so much time with Hatake Satoru, but Hidan was already complaining.
"What? You should call me 'the Great Jashin'!"
"But you've been reduced to delivering messages now?"
This kid was stupid to a certain extent. Didn't he realize what was going on around here after just waking up?
And he trusted Hatake Satoru so blindly without understanding him. Sasori could almost see Hidan being tortured.
"You're trusting that person so blindly without knowing anything?"
And Hidan should have met Hatake Satoru before. Didn't he have any memory of him?
Sasori pondered subtly.
"It's not without reason. He just has that feeling!"
"It's a follower's intuition!"
Hidan looked like he knew everything. When it came to faith, he was the expert.
If Hatake Satoru had the power to destroy the world, that wouldn't be far from the truth.
Did this guy really have an automatic sense for strong people?
"You wouldn't understand! Just come with me!"
Hidan obviously didn't have any extra thoughts. Since his god wanted him, he would go.
It wasn't strange that Sasori felt this way. In a situation where everyone seemed to be bewitched by Hatake Satoru,
it wouldn't be wrong to say that he was the only normal one.
Of course, among the Akatsuki members, he was probably the most normal one.
Neither his age nor his personality would allow him to blindly trust Hatake Satoru.
This wasn't good or bad. This kind of non-absolute loyalty made Hatake Satoru find him interesting.
After all, it would be boring if everyone always agreed with him. Sometimes you need to hear different voices.
"Speaking of which, I was a little surprised when you died. Did your god make your body too?"
Hidan asked curiously.
"You used to be an old guy, but now you've been turned into a kid. That's pretty cute. You got a good deal."
"I didn't even recognize you!"
"Can your god turn me into a kid too? What is this..."
Blah, blah, blah...
Sasori lowered his eyes helplessly. That's why he couldn't get along with guys like this.
He kept talking to himself. Deidara would sometimes say a few words, but compared to him, that kid was just talkative, not a chatterbox.
Luckily, he wouldn't have to listen to him talk for too long. Hatake Satoru would take care of him.
"You weren't turned into a kid. That's just your god's weird sense of humor."
"And I wasn't an old guy to begin with. Didn't you even look at the body when they replayed the video?"
After the battle, someone would definitely come to retrieve the ring, and they would analyze the footage.
The Akatsuki members didn't know that he had been kept by Hatake Satoru and remade. That meant that no one was there when the two of them were fighting.
Otherwise, they would have seen that his core had been taken.
But even if the battle wasn't recorded, there would be images when they found the body and the ring. Karna had blasted most of Sasori's parts away with a light beam.
The only remaining puppet body should have been the only recognizable one. They would have thought that was his body.
Why did Hidan think Hiruko was his real body? What kind of eyesight did this guy have?
Sasori pursed his lips slightly and muttered to himself.
"Oh!"
"So that was you? I thought they just picked up a random body."
"After all, I think I heard that you have lots of different puppets."
"Ah... um... I think I remember a puppet with red hair."
Hidan looked like he didn't really remember, but he was pretending to.
The Akatsuki members all joined with their own plans and goals. They only needed to be familiar with their own teammates. There was no need to be familiar with others.
In the early days, when they were recruiting Deidara, they would all go out together.
Other than that, everyone had their own missions, and teammates were rarely in the same place.
Everyone chatted a bit during meetings, but there wasn't much contact at other times.
Even if a coworker you don't usually see lost a lot of weight, no one would notice.
"It's too much to say 'so that was you'..."
"You really don't pay attention to these things."
If it wasn't him, it would be strange to just introduce a puppet as his body.
Hidan shrugged, not caring. They were all outlaws. They lived one day at a time.
They didn't want to be famous and go down in history.
It was rare enough that Hatake Satoru had picked him up.
And it was even rarer that Hatake Satoru picked people up and kept them safe.
The two of them chatted as they walked towards the lab with the equipment.
There were already a number of people in white coats standing around there.
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