"Why?"
"Why? You're a Sand shinobi! You're a ninja from one of the Five Great Shinobi Villages—you have no idea how miserable the Land of Rain is! I only want to change this place!"
After that roar.
Sasori, expressionless, was taken back to prison along with the other six.
He did not care about being betrayed.
From the very beginning, he had intended to use the others as bait, so being betrayed was perfectly normal.
As for the misery of the Land of Rain...
That had nothing to do with him either.
No!
Even the shinobi world, the Land of Wind, Sunagakure... none of it had anything to do with him!
What he pursued now was nothing more than eternal art!
So.
He had failed?
It did not matter!
The tools he had casually made had been confiscated?
That did not matter either!
Back in his cell, Sasori calmly gazed at the towering walls behind him. They were like rows of iron bars... separating him from the shinobi world.
But he still had not given up!
He believed in himself!
One day, he would definitely escape this place!
Very soon.
Some time passed.
The uproar caused by the prison break some time ago seemed to have subsided.
Everyone continued digging mines and sewers in peace every day.
Jūgo glanced at Sasori. For various reasons, he had yet to be exposed. Instead... 9527 had left.
Thinking of what 9527 had said before leaving, Jūgo could not help but feel emotional.
Sure enough.
Another guy moved by Yahiko's ideals.
"For the Land of Rain?" Jūgo murmured, his heart burning with passion.
They all believed!
The Land of Rain would definitely change!
And at that moment.
"Come here!" A low voice sounded beside him.
Jūgo froze, then came back to his senses.