Enjoy My Highest Courtesy: Red Secret Technique-Performance of a Hundred Puppets!

Arata's retort forcibly dragged Sasori out of his extreme shock.

He looked at the young ninja in his field of vision, the chaotic emotions in his eyes gradually settling after several shifts.

Legend had it that the Sharingan, exclusive to the Uchiha Clan, possessed the ability to see through all falsehoods. Now...

"I am a failure. I hardly ever notice whether the sun is shining or not, because I have no time.

"My parents couldn't provide me with support, and I wasn't highly educated. Alone in the city, I searched for a future.

"I found many jobs, but none of them hired me. Maybe no one liked someone who wasn't good at talking, didn't enjoy socializing, and hadn't shown enough ability.

"For three whole days, I ate only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Luckily, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement without having to go outside and endure the abnormally cold winter wind.

"Finally, I found a job. Working nights at a hospital, guarding the morgue.

"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The wall lamps in the corridors were unlit, and everything was dim. I could only rely on the faint light spilling out from the rooms to see where I was stepping.

"The place smelled awful. Every so often, a dead person would be delivered stuffed inside a body bag, and we would work together to carry them into the morgue.

"It wasn't a good job, but at least it let me afford bread. I could also use the free time at night to study. After all, nobody wanted to come to the morgue unless there was a corpse to deliver or transport away for cremation. Of course, I