The sun rose gently over a bukit, hill as Zetsu sprinkled water over several bunga 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 anda 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 anda got here pal.” “We are not your pal. Now if anda don’t mind We’d like to continue with our gardening.” Hidan...
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