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17. Kicked off a cliff. 

      “Tch.”

      Fear was evident in the young girl’s eyes, that much Hidan knew. Visage as a whole said otherwise, but he knew better. Years of slaughtering and years of studying the faces of his victims, and those dying who hadn’t even been by his hand, had taught him that the eyes would never deceive. The eye was a whole other realm, a different dimension. It spoke the truth the mind would never admit to, telling stories the mouth would never speak.

      She was scared.

      And quite frankly? Hidan didn’t care.

                              A thousand feet above ground and hanging from a cliff,
                                                                even then he spared no mercy.

      Cherry blossom locks fluttered in the wind. The girl’s grip on the edge of the cliff was faltering, growing weaker and weaker. Hidan crouched down and placed a hand on top of one of her own, gently raising her fingers. One arm soon dangled by her side, the other hanging on for dear life.

      With a smirk plastered to his face, the immortal stood up right once more and slammed a foot on the girl’s face.

      Broken features and….well, a broken body.

      Watching her fall was like watching a cinematic, its quality brilliant and filled with clarity.