Chiyo's grief-stricken words left Ebizo beside her speechless. With a sigh, he looked through the crack in the door at the child, who was squinting as he savored the warmth of that so-called embrace.
"What self-deception! How laughable—yet why did it give me such a chilling feeling? It seemed slaughter still hadn't completely washed away everyone's anger!"
"My lords!"
"The Third Kazekage's proposal has been approved. The Second Kazekage requests that you both come over!"
An Anbu ninja knelt before them and relayed the order. Chiyo and Ebizo exchanged a glance, then silently turned and left the room. Not long after they departed, a butterfly slowly flew in through the window and landed atop the puppet's head. The child looked up unhappily and glared at the butterfly. It immediately took flight. Just as the child raised a finger to kill it, the butterfly shattered, and an adult figure dropped down from the ceiling beam.
"Do you want a real embrace from your parents, boy?"
The dark figure crouched halfway on the bed, his face concealed by black shadows. Sasori showed no fear and calmly looked at him as he spoke.
"My parents are already dead! Do you really think I don't know that?"
His reply was calm and rational, but the movements of those two puppets were anything but humanly calm. The pain had merely been buried deep within his heart. Mingye knew that people like this were like silent lambs—once they erupted, they would go mad like demons.
"Resurrection isn't impossible. You only think it is because you believe death is absolute, boy. Perhaps pain will stay with you for a very, very long time, but I truly do have a way to bring your parents back."
With a trace of teasing in his voice, Mingye tempted him. Sasori