Can't Afford to Get Hurt

Once quantity reached a certain level, it could overwhelm quality. Everyone had heard that saying countless times; it was so clichéd it could make one's ears callus over.

But there was one question: what if both sides relied on numbers?

Just how many puppets did Sasori have? That was probably a secret. Conservatively speaking, for most of his career as a ninja, he had really only done one thing—make puppets. More importantly, he loved doing it, growing happier the more he made. When someone possessed both exceptional professional skill and genuine passion for their work, the results were undoubtedly formidable.

If he had changed in any way over that time, it was that he had once made ordinary puppets, but later began making human puppets.

And there was a technique in this world called space-time ninjutsu, as well as items called storage scrolls. In other words, with a high-level ninja, there was no way to judge how much they carried just by looking at them.

Thus, Qi, hiding in the crystalwood forest with Demonic Mirroring Ice Crystals, felt both excited and puzzled. He had already destroyed dozens, perhaps hundreds of puppets, yet the puppet army before him did not seem to have diminished in the slightest. Just how many puppets had this guy made?

Of course, Sasori was equally frustrated, because he simply could not blast this forest away. No matter how skillfully he manipulated his puppets, the crystalwood forest before him not only showed no signs of shrinking, but actually kept growing larger.

He truly wanted to turn around and leave. This was never-ending!

Having advanced to Kage level, Sasori was no stranger to evenly matched battles where neither side could gain the upper hand. Situations where neither side could kill the other were common in battles between Kage-level