Sasori was not actually a stubborn person. That was clear even in the original story. He was proud and aloof to his core, and his pursuit of eternity stemmed from PTSD after his parents died when he was young.
As he grew older, he gradually forgot what he truly wanted, because eternal puppet art was all that remained in his world.
Fortunately, there was still time to remedy that.
A detached courtyard on the western side of Kusagakure had been designated a special temporary accommodation area, with several Kusagakure ninja stationed outside.
Though that was merely a formality.
Sasori of the Red Sands was not stupid enough to cause trouble in Kusagakure. After all, even Konan could keep him pinned down, and the other Squad captains were probably just as difficult to deal with.
And if he provoked the God of the Shinobi World...
Guys, do you think I'd survive?
The courtyard was small, its walls rising half a section above the surrounding buildings, with a dense layer of jet-black chakra sealing patterns covering their tops.
Sasori of the Red Sands sat at a workbench in the courtyard, unfinished puppet parts and metal joints scattered before him. His five fingers controlled chakra threads, and suspended tools continuously chiseled away at a puppet.
He fitted a slender metal connecting rod into a groove in another component, his movements precise, without the slightest unnecessary wobble.
His current accommodations allowed him to keep making puppets and placed no restrictions on his chakra. As long as he stayed within the courtyard, he could request materials and tools.
Someone delivered them every few days.
He enjoyed the peace and quiet while thinking over a few things.
As for the puppet he was designing to house his consciousness, yes, he had already worked through it in