Sunagakure camp, Logistics Department.
Two puppet masters with painted faces stood at the entrance to the logistics equipment room, their eyes vigilantly sweeping the surroundings.
Although puppet masters had a low ceiling and were considered bottom-tier among Kage-level ninja, their floor was by no means low. Generally speaking, a proper puppet master was at least a Chunin-level ninja.
Moreover, because they fought by controlling weaponized puppets, puppet masters were even somewhat stronger than ordinary ninja of the same rank during the Chunin and Jōnin stages.
Judging by the details on these two puppet masters, they were definitely not ordinary Chunin puppet masters. They were likely elites of the puppet master corps—rare Jōnin-level puppet masters.
Among all of Sunagakure's puppet masters, there were only a little over thirty Jōnin-level puppet masters. In this camp, there were only a dozen or so.
Yet these two puppet masters, who could be considered highly placed and influential even within Sunagakure, stood respectfully outside the logistics equipment room without the slightest trace of complaint.
With a creak, the door opened, and Sasori of the Red Sands emerged, his red hair framing a face like that of a porcelain doll.
"I've finished making them for you two. Go in and try them out," Sasori of the Red Sands said flatly.
"Thank you, Lord Sasori of the Red Sands!" The two puppet masters, both old enough to be his father, were instantly overjoyed. After giving him respectful bows, they eagerly entered the logistics equipment room.
Inside, two brand-new puppets rested on the repair table. A faint, chilling gleam shimmered over their seemingly smooth joints and torsos.
Compared to the grotesque puppets commonly seen in Sunagakure, these two did not look particularly murderous. Yet every joint and every line had been crafted almost flawlessly, lending them an artistic