Grandmother and Grandson's Puppet Battle

Kakuzu had rampaged across the battlefield since the Warring States Era. While his strength might not have been unmatched in the Ninja World, he was undoubtedly among its most formidable ninja.

Combined with his unique secret technique, which allowed him to seize others' hearts and continually supply himself with life and chakra, so long as he was not killed in an instant, the battlefield was Kakuzu's personal stage.

"Too weak!"

"Truly too weak!"

Kakuzu looked toward the charging ninja. With a mere lift of his hand and the release of black threads, he could pierce several targets in an instant.

"Don't get too arrogant!"

"You're just a mercenary ninja. How dare you attack us!"

Kakuzu sneered twice and moved to kill the ninja who had rushed before him.

Suddenly, a puppet landed in front of Kakuzu and blocked his ferocious attack.

Kakuzu turned around and saw that while Sasori and Elder Chiyo of Sunagakure were facing each other with puppets, Sasori still had the mental capacity to watch the battle here. Curious, he asked, "You took a fancy to this guy? Trash like him isn't worthy of your collection, is he?"

Sasori of the Red Sands shook his head. "He's one of mine."

Kakuzu immediately understood and deliberately spared the rather arrogant Sunagakure ninja before him.

As for Chiyo, who stood some distance away, she was old and lacked the energy of the younger generation. Simply controlling her puppets had already left her somewhat exhausted.

"Your fighting style resembles that of my grandson, who once ran away from home. But judging by the time he left, he shouldn't have grown into your current appearance yet."

Protected by his puppet, Sasori had disguised himself as a hunchbacked middle-aged man with a hoarse voice.

With two cold laughs, Sasori flexed his fingers