Day by day, the entire Demon Country had fallen completely. It seemed there wasn't a single living person left. Konoha had stationed defenses along the border and didn't dare act rashly.
At this point, the Sand Hidden Village's Iron Sand had expanded to an unprecedented scale.
Everything was proceeding according to the Sand Hidden Village's expectations, advancing toward final victory.
"It's time to settle everything, Konoha."
Endless Iron Sand had sealed off the entire country. Above the Iron Sand wasteland that resembled the apocalypse, blazing flames scorched the earth. The world had become a charred, barren desert, while steaming waves of heat twisted upward.
Inside the Sand Hidden Village's lair, the only living person looked at the four Human Puppets before him.
Grandma, his parents, and the Third Kazekage.
Beside him, his mother reached out, wanting to hug Sasori, but Sasori pushed her away without the slightest courtesy. As he warned her with his eyes, he said, "I'm freezing to death. Don't touch me."
With her age fixed at that of a young woman, Mama looked a little aggrieved. At a loss, she glanced at Sasori, then at her husband.
Real tears couldn't flow from a Human Puppet's face. If she pretended to cry and let Iron Sand drip out, she would only be scolded for faking it.
With little experience raising children, his mother felt so miserable she wanted to cry. Yet she wasn't particularly upset inside, either. The conflicting feelings nearly made her vomit blood, but she had no blood to vomit, which made things rather difficult.
"Sasori."
Sasori felt the same way.
Maternal love was suffocating—physically suffocating. Although her chest rose and fell, it was extremely hard. Her pair of iron arms were powerful enough to crush someone. The first time he wasn't prepared, he had nearly