"He's so handsome, it'd be a shame if he didn't go mining." Fuyou stroked his chin and muttered to himself. Then he looked up at the group in surprise. "What's wrong?"
"..."
What do you think?
Yahiko gave a helpless chuckle and said, "Nothing! As expected... Fuyou, you're still Fuyou!"
"Indeed."
Keeping their distance was the right thing to do.
Nagato rolled his eyes. The serious atmosphere from just now... had vanished in an instant.
Only Sasori frowned upon his delicate face. Looking at the plain clothes and ordinary black hair of the man before him... he could not glean any information at all.
Who exactly was he?
Or rather, who exactly were these people?
Rain shinobi from the Land of Rain?
In that instant, Sasori completed an intelligence analysis in his mind and ultimately decided to carry out his previous decision.
Insufficient intelligence!
Retreat!
As for making him mine... ridiculous!
He was Sasori of the Red Sands!
Sunagakure's genius puppet master!
How could he possibly do something like that?
So now...
Sasori looked at the man with those strange eyes from earlier... this one called Nagato was not weak. If he could be used...
With my poison, perhaps I could...
However.
Before he could finish that thought—
"Everyone, get him! We'll deal with him first." Fuyou suddenly spoke with a serious expression. "There's no need to talk about morality or a strong person's pride with shinobi from an enemy village. Everyone attack together and use your strongest moves. If he dies, then he was just unlucky."
"...Understood!" x4
As soon as he finished speaking.
Sasori stared blankly at the group charging straight at him, a sentence rising in his heart that he did not know whether to say.
He had thought this group would hand him over to Sunagakure.