Stepping into the main hall, he was greeted by rows upon rows of bookshelves, neatly lined with rolled-up ninjutsu scrolls.
There were usually few people here, and since it was early morning, Sasori was the only one present when he arrived.
After sweeping his gaze over the room, he headed inward. Though the number of ninjutsu scrolls here seemed countless, most were beginner C-rank and D-rank techniques. High-level B-rank and above techniques made up only a small portion.
The hall was silent. He walked deeper inside, his footsteps making no sound against the floor. As he entered the area where puppetry scrolls were stored, a flash of blue suddenly appeared at the corner of his eye.
"Hm?" Sasori reacted sharply and spun around in an instant. Yet apart from the bookshelves, there was nothing before him.
His eyes narrowed slightly. Naturally, he did not believe he had seen wrong. Puppeteers had always possessed keen senses, and as one of the best among them, it would be stranger if he were hallucinating early in the morning.
His already silent footsteps grew even lighter as he slowly moved forward.
He was very familiar with the Ninjutsu Hall. At this hour, no one besides himself should have come here. This was part of Sunagakure's core territory; even he could only enter whenever he wished because he possessed a special pass personally signed by the Kazekage.
At this time, even someone from within Sunagakure who wanted to browse ninjutsu would need special approval from the Kazekage. Even at the fastest, the procedures would take over an hour.
"Did an outsider sneak in, or are certain Anbu members stealing what they were meant to guard?" Thoughts raced through Sasori's mind. Compared to the first possibility, he leaned more toward the second. If someone could silently