"What are you thinking about?"
Kakashi noticed Linto had been deep in thought the whole time.
"I'm wondering, why are these cultists killing people?"
Shizune, holding the little pig Tonton, tilted her head, pondered for a moment, and said, "Cultists... are basically crazy people, what else could it be but madness... right?"
"It's definitely madness, but madmen aren't fools. Madmen have their own logic.
They kill people either to release their inner desire to kill – that's for emotional satisfaction.
Or to perform some kind of ritual – that's to achieve an ideal.
Considering they're called the 'Jashin Cult,' I'll put the latter first. These enemies have the ability to curse from a distance. Does this ability complement their killing rituals, meaning..."
Linto said, "The more people they kill, the stronger their ritual becomes."
Tsunade pointed to the wound on her chest, constantly healing and tearing open, "Isn't this strong enough?"
Linto shook his head and said:
"They can only produce a curse after coming into contact with you.
We're right beside you, and everyone can feel the prying from the shadows, but neither Kakashi nor I, including Shizune, who has followed you the longest, have been cursed.
This shows that if they want to curse us, they probably need some kind of 'medium.'"
Tsunade had also considered this.
But that day before fighting the cultists, Tsunade was drunk and threw up everywhere.
She also shed a little blood during the fight.
After the fight, Tsunade even spat in the direction the cultists ran away.
As for which is the 'medium'... Tsunade gave an awkward dry laugh, unable to tell them apart.
"What do you mean by 'increasingly stronger'?" Kakashi asked.
Linto said, "Like not needing any medium, just knowing the person's appearance and name, and writing it in a notebook to curse them to death... something like that."
The other three and the pig stared wide-eyed.
Linto waved his hand, "That's just my guess, don't take it seriously. I just think they must have a purpose for killing."
Especially killing young people.
Constantly causing Tsunade to be severely injured and then healed.
It all points to one thing –
"Life energy."
Having absorbed such vast life energy, what exactly does the Jashin Cult want to do?
"I can't do it anymore."
Tsunade's voice interrupted Linto's thoughts.
From afternoon to night, the others were fine, but Tsunade's body couldn't take it.
Tsunade's complexion worsened. Even if the slug could keep her alive, enduring the pain of "drilling into the heart and scraping the bones" non-stop for twenty-four hours was enough to drive anyone mad.
She needed to rest.
…
"They went to an Izumi hot spring hotel."
"Tsunade and her useless followers went to soak in the hot spring with a pig. Hatake Kakashi also went... to the men's bath, probably as a bodyguard, right, still holding that book called 'Make-Out Paradise.'"
"Linto left the hotel alone."
The left, right, and sacred leaders exchanged information and deployed tactics.
"I'll deal with Kakashi."
The sacred leader said, "'Make-Out Paradise' sounds like a dirty book. I just need to seduce him a little, and he'll reveal an opening, and I can collect his blood."
The left leader nodded and said, "Then the two of us will deal with Linto. I heard he's a wicked criminal, but he's somewhat gentle with children. The right leader and I will disguise ourselves as children and find a way to get his blood."
The three looked at each other, their eyes firm, and clasped their hands together.
"The physical body is empty, return home to death."
The left and right leaders turned and left, leaving the sacred leader alone.
She walked into the hot spring hotel and easily stole a hotel employee's uniform.
After Kakashi finished his bath, she gently knocked on the door and said, "Guest, a Mr. Lin has ordered a massage service for you. Is it convenient for me to come in?"
Kakashi, enjoying the electric fan in the room, was stunned for half a second, then saw the door opened a crack, a pink, bare foot exposed in his eyes, then a slender ankle and a perfectly curved calf, and then...
He couldn't see any higher.
Kakashi glanced at the sacred leader's elegant smile and scratched his head, "Linto, this guy, suddenly so polite..."
"Then I'll accept it with gratitude."
Kakashi lay on the bed.
The sacred leader walked over, knelt beside him, and a faint lily fragrance drifted in, very pleasant.
She took out a hair tie, tied up her long hair, and said softly:
"Guest, I'll start then."
Kakashi nodded, closed his eyes, and his nose twitched again, as if carefully smelling the scent of the sacred leader.
"Just as I thought, a perverted lecher."
The sacred leader's eyes toward Kakashi were not contemptuous, but filled with pity.
"Poor man trapped in the desires of life and flesh, Hatake Kakashi, don't worry, I will save you, so you can enjoy the peace of death."
A blood-taking needle appeared in her palm.
This was a blood-taking tool specially made by the Jashin Cult. The needles were extremely fine and dense, and contained anesthesia. When inserted into the human body, there was only a momentary faint sting, lighter than a mosquito bite.
It might be a little obvious usually, but during a massage, it wouldn't attract any attention at all.
In a head-on fight, the sacred leader was indeed not Hatake Kakashi's opponent, but killing people and fighting...
Were two different things.
After a few minutes of massage, the sacred leader inserted the blood-taking needle into Kakashi's back. After a brief pause, a drop of blood was taken out. Kakashi didn't react at all.
Just a few more minutes to finish playing the role of the masseuse and she could leave.
Kakashi was already a dead man to her.
"I wonder how the left and right leaders are doing?"
…
Linto walked through the market, flanked by vendors selling local specialties and gifts. He walked down the street like a tourist picking out souvenirs.
There were many tourists like Linto strolling around. The "Demon God Murder Incident" was indeed terrifying, but since they had come all this way, they couldn't just hide in the hotel because of a one in ten thousand chance.
"Big brother, buy a bouquet of flowers."
Two "children" wrapped in headscarves came over, holding a bouquet of roses.
It was the left and right leaders using the sect's secret technique to disguise themselves as children. Seeing that Linto was about to refuse, they quickly said the reason they had prepared in advance:
"Big brother, we haven't eaten yet. We're waiting to sell the flowers to buy something to eat. Please buy one."
Seeing Linto reach for his money, the two were overjoyed and quickly handed over a bunch of roses.
Rose stems have many thorns, and it was inevitable to be slightly pricked when touched.
The left leader skillfully mixed the blood-taking needle among them and pierced the back of Linto's hand.
Click.
Blood, obtained.
Behind the left leader's disguised innocent face, cold eyes stared at Linto.
"Linto, the legendary invincible one, is nothing more than this."
"From this second on, your life is over."
The two took Linto's drop of blood and disappeared into the passing tourists in the blink of an eye.
Linto held the roses, narrowed his eyes and looked at their receding backs.
Soon after, the town's bell rang.
The town residents looked at the bell tower, "It's not the hour yet, why is it ringing already?"
Hearing the bell, the sacred leader, who was massaging Kakashi, smiled.
This was the agreed code. Three bell rings meant that the left and right leaders had successfully obtained Linto's blood.
"Guest, time's up, I should go?" The sacred leader said, preparing to get up and leave.
Suddenly, Kakashi grabbed her hand and asked lazily, "Why did you choose to do this job?"
"Why... it's just work."
The sacred leader didn't want to waste her breath on someone who was already dead.
Kakashi didn't let go: "I thought you would say that you have a gambling father, a sick mother, and a younger sibling in school."
"Guest, you're joking. How could there be such a tragic life?"
"Yes, impossible, but--"
Kakashi pushed up his forehead protector, revealing a slowly rotating Sharingan:
"Since you don't have such a tragic life, why did you become a cultist?"
The sacred leader realized her identity was exposed. She immediately threw the blood vial into her mouth, bit it into pieces, and Kakashi's blood flowed into her mouth. At the same time, she took off her clothes. The clothes fell on the ground, forming a strange array.
She drew a dagger from her waist and stabbed it toward her heart -
The sacred leader's movements froze, losing control of her body.
She saw the slowly rotating three-tomoe.
Sharingans!
It was the power of the Sharingan!
"When did you see through my flaws?" The sacred leader asked through gritted teeth.
"You have the scent of lilies, but these blocks are planted with lilacs, which means you're not the masseuse of this shop at all. Besides..."
Kakashi rubbed his sore shoulders: "Your massage skills are really terrible."
The sacred leader was silent, looked coldly at Kakashi, then chuckled.
"You can catch me, kill me, I don't care, my companions have already succeeded."
"Linto is about to die."
At the same time, the left and right leaders took Linto's blood to an old abandoned warehouse. A cultist had already drawn the ritual array and was covered in black and white paint, waiting for death.
The left leader carefully handed the blood vial containing Linto's blood to this selected believer and sincerely congratulated him:
"Congratulations on returning home."
"Likewise, I'll be waiting for you in the arms of the Evil God."
The cultist took the blood vial, drew a steel needle from his waist, the tip of the needle against his chest, his eyes full of fanaticism for death.
"Everything dedicated to... the Evil God!"
The cultist shouted, opened the blood vial, and poured Linto's drop of blood into his mouth.
The next second, there was a loud bang. The left and right leaders shuddered in fright. When they came back to their senses, they found that the selected cultist was bleeding from all seven orifices and had fallen to the ground with a thud.
"What's going on!"
"How did he die?"
The left leader, who was closest, vaguely saw that the drop of blood that fell into the cultist's mouth seemed to come to life, piercing the man's head from the upper palate, and then...
exploded with a bang.
"This Linto... what kind of monster is he, no, he's beyond the scope of a monster."
The left leader felt a chill:
"Evil spirit! He's an evil spirit!"
He took a half step back and bumped into someone.
A faint scent of roses wafted over.
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