Konoha.
Sasori's home.
After his parents, Fushi and Reiko, were resurrected, they had been living here ever since.
When they died more than thirty years ago, the advances in technology were no longer the only things they failed to recognize after their resurrection.
Even the environment had changed from the Land of Wind, where yellow sand filled the skies, to the pleasantly temperate Land of Fire.
They had to learn many things from scratch.
It had taken them half a year after their resurrection to finally adapt.
"Fushi, this kind of life is actually pretty good."
As Reiko picked vegetables, she spoke to her husband beside her.
Fushi was fiddling with a pile of puppet parts. Hearing her, he looked up.
"It still feels a little strange that our child suddenly grew up so much."
The last time they had seen Sasori before their deaths, he had only been four or five years old.
Who could have imagined that once they left, they would be separated by life and death?
Before they died, the one they worried about most was naturally their child.
"We shouldn't have gone to the battlefield together back then. Otherwise, Sasori wouldn't have suffered so much."
Reiko put down the vegetables in her hands, her expression somewhat downcast.
After being resurrected, what they cared about most was naturally what had happened to their family after they died.
They had learned that because they never returned, Sasori had come to resent Chiyo and the Third Kazekage. He later assassinated the Third Kazekage and defected from Sunagakure.
Their deaths had not only caused Sasori immense pain, but also changed the course of his life.
The assassination of the Third Kazekage had even indirectly triggered the Third Shinobi World War.
Fushi sighed. He walked over to Reiko and gently