Later, he learned from Grandma Chiyo that his parents had died on the battlefield against Konoha.
And the culprits were none other than the Third Kazekage and Konoha's White Fang—Sakumo Hatake!
He received his parents' bodies from Chiyo and turned them into human puppets.
Sasori held them in his arms, feeling those cold wooden joints and the familiar remnants of chakra. For the first time, he understood what "eternity" meant.
This was art!
The Third Kazekage's orders, Sakumo Hatake's blade.
The two of you deserve to die!
Sasori opened his eyes, his gaze as cold as a winter well.
The office was quiet, with only the rustling of the Third Kazekage turning pages.
The Third Kazekage sat behind his desk, his back to the window, head lowered as he reviewed documents.
His Kazekage hat rested at the corner of the desk, while his white Kazekage robe hung over the back of his chair.
He looked somewhat tired, but his spirits were still good.
Sasori knocked and entered, stopping five or six steps in front of him. He watched him silently for several seconds.
"Working so late, Lord Kazekage. You've really been working hard."
Sasori spoke softly, with the tone of a junior paying his respects.
The Third Kazekage looked up. When he saw Sasori, his expression relaxed. "It's Sunagakure's genius youth—Sasori! Why aren't you asleep so late?"
"Can't sleep." Sasori took two steps forward and came to the side of the desk. He lowered his gaze to the documents spread across it. "Lord Kazekage, the village seems a little unsettled lately. I heard there has been trouble at the border?"
"Yes, things have been unsettled at the border recently. Both the Land of Earth and the Land of Fire have shown signs of troop movements." The Third Kazekage rubbed his