Sasori of the Red Sands kept his eyes fixed on Yuhara. He did not care what Yuhara's surname was, nor whether he was powerful. At that moment, he only wanted to know how Yuhara had stopped his Puppet Technique attack... It was plain to see that Yuhara had not actually touched the trap buried beneath his feet beforehand.
Even so, Sasori still maintained the same condescending attitude as before. In his view, a cheap trick was ultimately just a cheap trick. Even if these three were somewhat capable ninja, so what? Their strength could never surpass his.
There was nothing inherently wrong with Sasori's attitude, but it would bring fatal consequences. A weak ninja might not necessarily die, but an arrogant ninja would have a hard time living long.
Sasori of the Red Sands was undoubtedly a talented young man, and his strength placed him among the finest in the shinobi world. However, "very strong" was ultimately not the same as "the strongest." If one was not the strongest, one had no right to be arrogant.
"A Puppet Master squad? No, you're not Sand Village's ninja..." Sasori's gaze shifted to Saemon Matsudai. "Your identities don't matter. What's important is, why have you appeared before me now?"
"Sasori, under orders from the village's higher-ups, we're taking you back to Sand Village," Saemon said.
She did not use the hypocritical phrase "please come back." There was no need or meaning to it. A forced act could not be called an invitation in the first place.
"Go back? Sand Village?"
It was indeed a hilarious joke—so hilarious that a sincere smile appeared on Sasori's face. Yet that genuine smile lasted only an instant before turning into ridicule.
Yuhara could somewhat understand Sasori's feelings at this point. The thoughts and actions of "geniuses" like