"Only weakened by thirty percent?
Isn't that a little too optimistic, Mr. Jiraiya?"
A clear, light chuckle came from the dense forest beside the road.
It was Sasori of the Red Sands!
Uchiha Mai could recognize Sasori of the Red Sands's voice even with his eyes closed. In the anime, his voice actor was Hiroshi Sakurai.
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The red-haired, strikingly handsome youth slowly stepped out of the forest through the dust, paying no heed whatsoever to the vigilant Asuma and the others.
Uchiha Mai raised a hand, signaling Asuma and the others not to act rashly.
Then, with a grave expression, he asked Sasori of the Red Sands, "Sasori, what exactly did you do to me? Why couldn't I sense anything wrong?"
By convention, whenever villains succeeded in their schemes—or were about to—they always babbled on with a whole bunch of nonsense.
There was scientific basis for that.
Humans were social animals who craved recognition from others. Whenever they did something they considered an accomplishment, they especially wanted everyone to know about it.
Put plainly, everyone loved showing off.
Sasori of the Red Sands had quite a lot of dialogue in the original plot, so Uchiha Mai figured he could ask him.
"Trying to stall for time, to give Jiraiya more time to recover and suppress the poison?"
Sasori of the Red Sands sneered. "It's useless. The poison of [Bee Fujiko] will last for at least an hour."
Bee Fujiko? Was this Lupin the Third or something?
"Since you don't have much longer to live anyway, I'll satisfy your curiosity, Uchiha Mai—and yours too, Jiraiya."
Sasori of the Red Sands paused, then said coldly, "Sunagakure has always excelled at poison, especially my grandmother, Elder Chiyo.
And I, Sasori of the Red