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Chapter 403: You Want to Write History?
A flash of determination crossed Sasori of the Red Sand's eyes.
Gently, and with extremely skillful technique, he flicked the window latch open and silently pushed the window out, creating a gap just wide enough for him to pass through.
But he didn't jump out of the window immediately.
That would make him too large a target and too easy to discover.
As a Puppet master, he had a better way.
Sasori of the Red Sand retreated to the center of the room, then crouched down and reached out with both hands, actually beginning to dismantle his own body!
Click... click...
Slight, rapid sounds of dismantling echoed.
First, he detached his legs at the knee joints.
Two legs made of special wood and metal were easily held in his hands.
Next, he sat on the floor and raised his left arm.
His left arm had also been severely damaged in the previous battle, and now only a basic skeleton and a few remaining mechanisms were left, including an exceptionally sharp short blade mechanism hidden inside the forearm.
After sitting on the floor, Sasori of the Red Sand dismantled everything from his chest down.
Using this Puppet body as Materials and the blade mechanism in his left arm as a tool, Sasori of the Red Sand began a dazzling operation!
His fingers were flexible to the extreme, as if playing a silent movement.
Disassembling, cutting, splicing, assembling...
In less than two minutes!
A 'simple puppet bird,' modified from his parts and possessing a simple yet exceptionally ingenious and practical structure, appeared in his hands.
This Puppet bird had a wingspan of about half a meter, with a distinct slot-like structure in the center of its body.
Sasori of the Red Sand gently placed the Puppet bird on the floor.
Then he detached his left hand as well.
He carefully installed this left hand, which still maintained its flexibility and full functionality, into the slot on the Puppet bird's chest like installing a plug-in.
This was to facilitate the immediate use of this right hand as a core tool to begin building a new, more powerful Puppet body once he successfully escaped and found a safe location.
The preparations were nearly complete.
Finally, the most critical step.
Sasori of the Red Sand carefully sensed the situation around the office once more.
After confirming no one was hidden.
He reached out, reached into his chest, and took out the regeneration core that stored all his consciousness and Soul, the foundation of his existence as 'Sasori of the Red Sand'.
Sasori of the Red Sand placed this regeneration core, as if it were the most precious gem, carefully into a temporarily built, crude but stable protective slot inside the simple puppet bird's body.
After finishing all this.
Sasori of the Red Sand, now as the Puppet bird, controlled this new, crude body and gently flapped its wings.
Buzz...
The wings made a slight sound, like an insect's wings vibrating.
It adjusted its posture on the floor, then aimed for the open window, preparing to take flight and escape this place!
Freedom was within reach!
However, just as the Puppet bird flew out of the window and was about to blend into the dim evening light outside.
A hand suddenly reached out from the shadows on the side of the window.
This hand moved as fast as lightning, yet was as precise as if everything had been calculated long ago, catching the Puppet bird's slender body squarely and effortlessly.
"Nice craftsmanship."
A familiar voice, tinged with a bit of admiration, sounded beside the Puppet bird.
"To be able to make such an ingenious flying Puppet bird with limited Materials so quickly."
Uzumaki Naruto slowly walked out from the shadows by the window, a faint, half-smiling expression on his face, his right hand currently pinching the Puppet bird that was still struggling in vain, trying to break free.
When he sensed Sasori of the Red Sand's Chakra beginning to move and approaching the window in a strange way similar to a small living organism, Naruto instantly understood Sasori of the Red Sand's plan.
He immediately teleported to the vicinity of the Raikage's office and then, like an experienced hunter, quietly waited for the prey.
Sure enough, he waited for this bird that had 'flown into the net' of its own accord.
Naruto even had the leisure to carefully examine the Puppet bird in his hand, which was temporarily patched together from Sasori of the Red Sand's leg and arm parts.
Although the Materials were crude and the appearance was far from beautiful, the ingenuity of its structure, the cleverness of the joint connections, and the preliminary construction of the Chakra conduction paths all showed the creator's extremely high Puppet skills and adaptability under extreme conditions.
This caused Naruto's evaluation of Sasori of the Red Sand as a 'talent' to rise another notch.
Having been caught red-handed, the regeneration core inside the Puppet bird's body also seemed to stop struggling.
After a moment of silence, a muffled voice, carrying obvious displeasure and a hint of frustration, came through the Puppet bird's crude vocal apparatus:
"Hmph."
"It's just a crudely made Puppet bird."
"It's far from my works of art."
Even in this situation of being caught and having his plan fail, Sasori of the Red Sand still did not forget to defend his 'artistic' dignity, reflexively retorting first.
Then, his tone became deeper and more wary:
"What do you plan to do?"
"Kill me? Or Seal me away?"
He knew very well that in his current state, he was completely like meat on a chopping board, his life and death entirely dependent on the other's whim.
However, Naruto's answer was beyond his expectations.
Naruto didn't answer his question directly; instead, he held the Puppet bird and turned back into the room.
He placed the Puppet bird on the table in the center of the room, while he pulled over a chair and sat down, looking at'Sasori' on the table at eye level.
"Hidden Leaf Village needs talent like you."
Naruto got straight to the point, his tone flat but carrying an unquestionable seriousness.
"I know that the art you pursue is 'eternal' art."
"So what?"
Naruto continued:
"Then, are you interested in leaving your name in the history books?"
"Not as a rogue ninja, a terrorist, but as a great artist and engineer who pioneered a new era of Puppet technology and advanced the development of the Ninja World, to be remembered forever by future generations?"
"Your art, your works, your name... will all become a part of history, to be studied, learned, and praised by countless people."
"Isn't this another form of 'eternity'?"
Leaving his name in the history books?!
Being remembered as an artist and engineer?!
This was a path he had never considered!
He had pursued eternity all his life, not hesitating to transform himself into a Puppet for it, even becoming obsessed with turning others into 'eternal' collectibles.
But his gaze had always been limited to the 'eternity' of the individual.
He had never thought... of achieving another level of immortality by influencing the world and changing history!
This idea was very tempting for someone with his mindset, especially for an artist pursuing 'eternity'.
If his technology, his concepts, and his name could be written into history and passed down through generations...
That would indeed be a conceptual eternity that transcended individual existence!
But...
Sasori of the Red Sand was not someone easily deluded.
"You plan to write history books?"
Sasori of the Red Sand's voice carried obvious surprise and a hint of suspicion.
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