As soon as the words fell, Sasori remained expressionless and immediately controlled the Kazekage puppet once more.
Although his arm had been cut, such an injury was insignificant to him.
This time, a black seal flashed on the puppet's right hand. In an instant, thousands of arms emerged, completely surrounding Kuzo.
Each arm concealed mechanisms filled with poisonous mist—if the target was trapped, victory would be instant.
So far, this technique had claimed the lives of countless powerful shinobi.
Yet, even in the face of this attack, Kuzo, dressed in black, maintained his calm smile.
He raised his blade again, placing one hand on its edge while pointing the tip forward. A smirk formed at the corner of his lips as he spoke:
"I said this would be quick—I have no intention of dragging it out."
"So, don't blink."
"Because this battle… might be over in an instant."
A brief golden glow flickered in his eyes.
Then, with a slight parting of his lips, he whispered:
"Bankai—"
"Kamishini no Yari."
A flash of silver light streaked across the battlefield.
In the blink of an eye, the air itself seemed to be sliced apart.
The countless arms of the Kazekage puppet shattered instantly, scattering as fragments of metal.
At the same moment, a gaping wound appeared in Sasori's abdomen.
Blood erupted from the wound, splattering across the desert sands.
For a moment, the world fell silent.
Sasori's breath hitched, and his heart contracted sharply.
His eyes widened in disbelief, pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
In Kuzo's hand, a simple short sword rested quietly.
The flash of the blade had already vanished.
Sasori's thoughts scattered. His mind went blank.
What… just happened?
When had Kuzo's sword struck?
When had it returned to his hand?
He hadn't seen a thing.
The speed and power of the attack were beyond comprehension.
Why did Kuzo's presence feel so different now?
Sasori stood frozen in place.
He opened his mouth as if to speak but never managed a word.
He collapsed backward onto the sand.
The chakra threads in his hands vanished, and the Kazekage puppet crumpled into a useless heap.
His wide eyes stared blankly, struggling to grasp what had happened.
But in the end, darkness overtook him.
Just before losing consciousness, one final thought remained in his mind—
If I survive this…
I will turn my body into a puppet. Only then will I have a chance against him.
Flesh is weak, but machinery is eternal.
Above the distant desert sky, a woman in a black cloak with red clouds hovered in the air, paper wings spread wide.
She had witnessed everything.
Her lips parted slightly, eyes locked onto the battlefield.
For the first time in a long while—she was completely stunned.
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