"Yes."
Sasori was sparing with words. He coldly turned his head to glance at Kiyoshi.
He had no favorable impression of Konoha ninja.
"That only means your parents were too weak. That's why they both died. You can't blame anyone else."
"!"
Hearing Kiyoshi's mocking words, Sasori frowned deeply, a flicker of anger flashing through his eyes as he wanted to say something.
But Kiyoshi was faster. A red gleam flashed through his eyes.
The instant he caught Sasori's emotional fluctuation, he used Eye Power to invade Sasori's brain nerves through his eyes.
The Sharingan's genjutsu was enough to instantly hypnotize Sasori.
It could not compare to Tsukuyomi, which could drag someone into an illusionary world for three whole days while only an instant passed outside.
But compared to ordinary genjutsu, it was already far superior.
Especially with Kiyoshi's current Eye Power—even with Two-Tomoe, it was comparable to a Three Tomoe Sharingan.
"How long do you plan to wait before doing what you want to do most right now?"
Kiyoshi spoke indifferently.
The noisy voices of passersby had already drowned out his question.
Through his Sharingan's perception, not many people here were watching him.
Most of them were guarding against Tsunade, one of the Three Sannin.
His public identity was merely that of a ninja who had only recently been promoted to chunin.
"...More than a year from now, against the Third Kazekage..."
Sasori's expression turned dazed, and his eyes seemed to lose their light.
Even his words were vague and powerless.
"Change it to tonight. Thinking of your dead parents has made the flames in your heart burn ever fiercer. Once it's done, clear out all the watchers and come find me. Bring scrolls recording every ninjutsu you know."
Kiyoshi's soft words were like a devil's temptation.
Sasori nodded