Those poisoned hidden weapons could not break through his defenses at all. They could not even scratch his skin, so how could they poison him?
That layer of high-density periosteal defense was practically cheating!
Watching Kyuji dismantle all the puppets as easily as taking apart toys,
Kankuro felt his faith in the Puppet Technique begin to crumble...
Had the path of a puppeteer really reached its end?
It worked well enough for bullying ordinary shinobi, but against a Taijutsu monster like this, it was practically throwing your life away.
When Kyuji casually twisted the head off the last puppet and tossed it to the ground,
he slowly turned toward Sasori, who was already dumbstruck.
"How is this possible... It's absolutely impossible... How could a monster like you exist in this world!"
"My puppets... My art... How could they lose so completely..."
At that moment, Sasori was filled with an unprecedented sense of defeat, and it had nothing to do with his childhood trauma.
In the very field he took the most pride in, someone had crushed him in the most brutal way possible, without even giving him a chance to fight back.
Watching her devastated grandson, Granny Chiyo was filled with mixed feelings.
"Sasori, you must understand that in the face of absolute power, any flashy technique is futile."
"Ultimately, the Puppet Technique was nothing more than an unorthodox method the Second Kazekage developed back then to make up for his shortcomings because he lacked raw strength."
The ultimate purpose of all Ninjutsu was to kill enemies, so naturally, some were superior to others.
"No matter how strong a puppeteer is, it means nothing without sufficiently powerful puppets."
Chiyo had long since seen through that fundamental truth, which was why she had chosen to live in seclusion.
She turned around