"So is Jashin a fictional superhero or what, dattebayo?"
“Listen up, you fucking heathen, and listen good. Jashin-sama is not a goddamn super hero, you uneducated little shit. He doesn’t wear a cape and fight off bad guys. He offers destruction in only the purest form. He requires sacrifice and death and fucking pain beyond measure. Get your head outta your ass, kid, and take some goddamn notes. You need to understand the pain of others by feeling it yourself. That’s the only fucking way to truly know pain, by deal death to someone through yourself. Got it? You’re lucky. You don’t even fucking deserve to know this shit.”
I just was feeling bad and seeing you makes me smile. -turns her head some and backs up- I'll go now... -walks away-
“Good. Great. Fucking fantastic.” Though his words were harsh when he turned away a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Of course seeing him would make someone smile. He was Hidan, after all.