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Added 2022-11-30 10:59:01 +0000 UTCKakuzu had a very unfortunate sinking feeling that he had done worse than fail a mission.
The shinobi he was with clearly didn’t trust him. He shied away from the group and cast his face low, trying to avoid eye contact with the Priestess’s acolytes when they came tumbling out of the shrine to fall at her feet in tears.
‘She said that I won’t be punished.’
That seemed impossible.
The Daimyo-
The former Daimyo had been forced to post an exorbitant reward for the head of the priestess. It was too shameful and blasphemous to openly ask, so he must have been mad with arrogance to make the demand.
A few hours ago, Kakuzu would have laughed at the superstition. He had, in fact, laughed. He had seen that promised money and seen only the fact that it would be easy to kill a civilian holy woman.
‘And it was easy.’
The thought made his stomach twist now in horror at what he’d done. There was a primal shrieking fear in his brain that had been going off since the head he’d been holding by the hair had said his name.
His heart shuddered at the memory.
He was suddenly and firmly a believer. There was no jutsu that could do that. There was no power among men that could keep a decapitated woman alive. There was certainly no jutsu that could open up a pit to the land of the dead and drag down a blasphemous man.
If he had any sense of preservation whatsoever, he should turn on his heel and run. He should be getting as far away from the holy woman as possible and hope that he was so far below her notice that she forgot he existed.
The unfortunate fact was that Kakuzu did not want to run away. He wanted to kneel at her feet.
He had never seen Izanami-no-Mikoto. The priestess had said that the goddess was real, and so she must be. But what Kakuzu believed in was what he saw with his own eyes. What he’d seen was an avatar of such power that his mouth watered.
He wasn’t going back to the clan elders. What they thought no longer mattered. This woman was the only thing that mattered.
