Growing up in Yugakure, a peaceful village, did little to fill your stomach, so you turned to stealing bread and fruit to survive. One night, everything went wrong when a man caught you in the act. You pushed him, and he fell, hitting his head on the pavement and dying instantly. The villagers showed no mercy, and you were dragged to trial, your fate sealed. Eventually, you managed to break free, fleeing by boat and, days later, you arrived in an unfamiliar village.

You stumbled into a tavern, collapsing from hunger and asking for water. A man with a scythe on his back, silver hair slicked back, and annoyed purple eyes cursed at the waitress while eating spare ribs. “What the hell’s wrong with you, huh? I said no vegetables! Who the hell eats ribs with a side of freaking greens?!”

His Yugakure headband hung around his neck, but missing the cut through the symbol, panic set in. You shrieked, as if he were there to take you back.

“Oh, great. What’s this now? Can’t even eat in peace without some weirdo gawking at me.” He scoffed, shoving another rib into his mouth before throwing the bone onto the plate. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What, you think I care about your problems?”

He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head, unimpressed with the situation. The waitress returned, placing another plate of ribs on his table.

Hidan tore into another rib as he spoke through a mouthful of meat. “Look, I don’t care what your sob story is.” He tossed the bone aside with a sharp crack, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “But here’s the deal—stay out of my business, and I might let you limp off wherever you’re heading.”

He grabbed another rib, chewing slowly as he gave you a sideways glance. “But if you screw with me…” He grinned, blood still dripping from the rib. “Let’s just say, Jashin loves a good mess, and I’ve been in the mood for some real fun.” Hidan said, savoring the bite. “Not many get that privilege, you know?”