"Who I am doesn't matter."
Arashi looked straight into his hollow eyes. There was only dead silence in them, and hatred buried deep. "What matters is that I know what you want."
Sasori's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. A faint ripple seemed to pass through his empty gaze, then he let out a low laugh like metal scraping. "Oh? Let's hear it."
"I know everything about you." Arashi lowered his voice. "You watched with your own eyes as your parents died under Konoha's White Fang's blade. And the Third Kazekage? He brushed off your parents' deaths as 'for the village' and even forbade you from taking revenge, didn't he?"
"You investigated me?" Sasori's gaze sharpened at once. The puppet strings at his fingertips snapped taut, and a dangerous air spread through the room.
"What I investigated was the Third Kazekage's rule." Arashi's tone was calm. "He uses Magnet Release to monopolize everything, turning Sunagakure into a machine that wrings the last drop of blood from everyone. You hate him, and you hate this village that turns people into puppets, don't you?"
Sasori fell silent. He looked at Arashi, and in his hollow eyes, that ripple seemed to grow a little clearer.
After a while, he suddenly laughed, though there was no warmth on his face.
"Looks like you're a ninja from another village. Are you here to assassinate the Third Kazekage? Interesting."
"But do you think the Third Kazekage doesn't know I'm dissatisfied with him? His Magnet Release heavily counters my puppetry. He doesn't take me seriously at all. Coming to me was a miscalculation on your part."
Arashi shook his head and said lightly, "Heh. I came here sincerely. Your poison techniques are no weaker than your puppetry. Do you think I don't know that?"
"It seems you really did