They silently watched Kurenai bustling about by herself. Children her age should have been carefree, laughing with abandon.
But she was so sensible, so considerate.
Precociousness was an illness that stole childhood. A child's precociousness shouldn't be seen as a compliment, but as the sorrow of being forced to grow up and face reality.
Pakura broke the silence with a cold snort. "After that, I taught Kurenai Ninjutsu and told her she had to grow stronger if she wanted revenge on Mist Village."
Sasori watched Kurenai, as if seeing his own childhood.
He despised his lonely younger self and snorted. "This is the weakness of the flesh. As long as people still have warm skin and blood, they're as fragile as paper. There are too many unexpected things in this world that can take a life."
Flesh is Weak. Mechanical Ascension.
Becoming a puppet and erasing his emotions was Sasori's answer to this Cursed World.
Pakura snorted. "That's just running away. If he killed your family, then find a way to kill him back. Wipe him off the face of the earth."
A life for a life, an eye for an eye. That was Pakura's code.
If the world kissed me with pain, then I'd fuck it right back.
In the Original Work, Pakura was reanimated with her hatred intact. Without Kurenai taking part in the war, she would have done everything in her power to take revenge on Sand Village.
"That's enough already!"
Liao Wu glanced at Pakura's impressive chest as he tried to talk some sense into the hardliners, Sasori and Pakura.
"I'm an orphan too. My parents died in the war when I was just a few months old. I don't want to carry a grudge around for the rest of my life."
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