Sasori saw Chiyo once again, only this time she was younger and far more full of life.
During the Second Shinobi War, Chiyo was the Third Kazekage's right-hand woman.
"Sasori?!"
Chiyo recognized the person who had barged into her tent.
Sasori looked like nothing more than a delicate-featured young boy.
His short, tousled red hair was soft and fluffy. His features were clean-cut, and his light brown eyes were always veiled in a layer of vacancy.
His skin was pale, his frame slender and still. Though his features were gentle and handsome, a cold desolation had already settled deep in his eyes.
"No, you're not Sasori."
Chiyo came to her senses. Her Sasori was only five years old, still a child playing with puppet toys.
This Sasori was in his teens and merely looked like a grown-up version of Sasori.
Chiyo immediately flew into a rage. "You dare disguise yourself as my grandson to fool me? You must have a death wish!"
Chiyo reached out, chakra threads dancing as they caught ten weapons beside her, including blades, kunai, and shuriken.
Under the control of Chiyo's chakra threads, the weapons all shot toward Sasori.
Sasori's fingers twitched, and he likewise released ten chakra threads, blocking Chiyo's puppet-control attack.
"Grandma, I never expected you to have such a fiery temper when you were young."
Chiyo was startled by the skillful chakra threads Sasori wielded. His chakra control was already no worse than hers.
This was unquestionably a top-class puppeteer.
"Who exactly are you?"
Even as Chiyo wondered who Sasori was, another doubt arose.
There were sounds of fighting coming from her tent. The ninja nearby should have noticed and gathered here.
Yet from the beginning until now, Chiyo's tent seemed to have been cut off from everything around it.
There was no