The sun rose gently over a burol as Zetsu sprinkled water over several bulaklak and birds chirped a beautiful melody. Zetsu began to speak to himself. “This is a beautiful morning. Yes quite. Absolutely nothing could ruin it.” “Yo Zetsu! What the f*** are you doing?” Zetsu turned around and mumbled to himself. “Except that.” The birds flew away out of fear of Hidan’s shouting. Hidan looked at Zetsu’s garden with disgust. “These are some pretty ugly weeds you got here pal.” “We are not your pal. Now if you don’t mind We’d like to continue with our gardening.” Hidan...
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