Meanwhile, inside the Raikage's Office in Kumogakure.
Naruto Uzumaki crouched on the floor, a pile of battered puppet parts in assorted colors and fragments of human tissue laid out before him.
This pile of "junk" was the remains of Sasori of the Red Sands, blown away by the shock wave from Susanoo and later carefully collected by Konoha Ninja as they cleaned up the battlefield.
Sasori's puppet body, however, was now badly damaged and riddled with cracks.
Looking at the pile of "scrap" before him, Naruto couldn't help sighing and rubbing his brow with a headache.
"After all that, I still have to assemble him myself..."
He really had failed to rein in the power of that sweeping Susanoo strike.
He had only meant to intimidate and scatter the members of the Akatsuki, not send them all flying so far in so many different directions...
Who knew what remote corner Deidara had been blown into? Naruto's Shadow Clones still hadn't found him.
Kisame had been severely injured and buried under rubble. Although he had been dug out, he was barely clinging to life and receiving emergency treatment.
He had already spent a week in the hospital and still hadn't recovered.
Kakuzu had only one heart left. Feeling insecure, he had gone to the nearby Land of Hot Water to collect hearts under the supervision of Naruto's Wood Clone.
Once Kakuzu finished collecting hearts, the clone would step in and capture him, then take over Yugakure and the Land of Hot Water while he was at it.
As for Sasori...
He had become this pile of "figurine" wreckage that needed to be assembled by hand.
"These guys are all talented people..."
Muttering to himself, Naruto got to work.
He extended both hands and began repairing Sasori's body.
Guided by Naruto's chakra,