If I can't beat them, I'll just slip away.
There are more of them. It's not a matter of me being weak.
This is no longer an age of fighting alone. If you want to make it in this world, you need influence.
While studying in Konoha, Sasori learned this lesson.
He didn't leave the Wind Country. He remained there, then took a trip to the former River Country and casually reported them to Konoha.
Suffering a setback? That didn't exist.
He might as well repair the Third Hokage while he was at it.
For several months, Sasori buried himself in the search for underground ruins. If he could obtain the technology of an ancient civilization, perhaps he could surpass Konoha in certain fields—and surpass that terrifying woman.
Then, hard work paid off. Sasori found this place.
Amid the barren mountains, on the rugged surface of the loess plateau, vast amounts of sand blown by the wind were blocked by the mountain range, and the dust had accumulated to form a plateau.
At this desolate place, almost the end of the world, where human footsteps were rare, Sasori found his target.
A ruin exposed to the elements.
A broken tower rose into the sky, and one could vaguely glimpse the glory of the civilization that had once existed there.
In the open-air temple at the center of the ruins, a huge beast lay quietly in the spacious hall.
"Alive?"
Looking at the somewhat ugly and foolish, round-headed beast, Sasori couldn't identify what it was.
The school's biology classes covered knowledge of nearly every creature in the world, but this giant beast was clearly beyond the scope of common knowledge.
"What is this?"
"Little Ten-Tails."
A woman's voice echoed through the empty hall, answering his question.
"Who!" Distracted by the giant