In the early days of Year 46 of Konoha, in the Gale Desert of the Land of Wind, two imposing figures stood facing each other on the yellow sand.
One figure was around fifteen or sixteen years old, with short orange-red hair, delicate features, and a simple black robe. The other figure radiated dignity. He had long black hair, wore the Kazekage's Divine Robe, and had a Kazekage hat on his head. He was none other than the Third Kazekage.
"Sasori, why did you do this?" The Third Kazekage's calm voice concealed a deep reproach.
"Ordinary puppets have too many limitations. Only Human Puppets possess infinite possibilities. Eternal things are true art. Sunagakure can no longer satisfy my pursuit of art." The fifteen- or sixteen-year-old Sasori of the Red Sands spoke calmly, yet his tone was filled with longing for eternal art.
"So this is why you made Human Puppets and wanted to leave Sunagakure? I don't understand, but no matter what, you won't be leaving the Sand Village so easily today. The Sand Village has no place for a traitor." The Third Kazekage's tone turned indifferent. Black Iron Sand was extracted from the yellow sand and slowly swirled around his body.
Hehe. Sasori chuckled softly before saying, "I've wanted to see how strong you really are, the one hailed as the strongest Kazekage of all generations. Don't underestimate me, or you'll become my next masterpiece."
Hmph. The Third Kazekage snorted coldly. The black Iron Sand slowly swirling beside him instantly condensed into over a hundred black Kunai that shot toward Sasori. The Kunai covered a vast area, nearly sealing off every avenue of escape.
A faint smile still adorned Sasori's delicate face. He took out a scroll and tossed it into the sky. Countless Human Puppets flew from the