Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Have Mercy?
Sasori spent the last two months directing his troops to the Western border. He would have already arrived there if he had left alone but his subordinates were too numerous to be able to take fast mounts, so they had to take a dozen big creature that, although slow, could transport all of his troops to the 'Where is.
This allowed at least the master puppeteer to work on a new project. Inspired by his former teammate Deidara, he made a dragon-shaped puppet that could be used as a mount in the future, of course it's a lot more lethal than the inspiration model and does not do something as simple as 'exploded.
Taking command of 1000 men when he had just joined the army, created a wave of discontent among his troops. Not wanting to waste more time than necessary, he dueled the most charismatic protester.
Seeing him dead 3 seconds after the start of the fight, the other soldiers regained their composure and no longer protested the arrival of their new commander.
Arriving in the Western region, he sent his scouts to gather information in the different villages. He sent them to taverns, markets, and places of entertainment. His time at the Akatsuki taught him that these were the places where gossip circulated most freely.
After a week, his scouts returned to his camp with information on several of their targets.
Surprisingly, the closest target was only two days walk away. These men had shown better skills than the master puppeteer would have thought, since they had managed to capture one of the members of the tribe, who had left to buy supplies. This will help Sasori with another of his experiences.
2 days later
In the desert that is the Western border of the Empire, the average size race racevent, was taking a break from its difficult daily life, to celebrate the return of their merchants who brought back several resource, allowing the tribe continue your migration.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Kd4mOSrTh8 (music accompanying the stage)
What the 2500 revelers did not know was that their camp was currently surrounded by a thousand imperial armies armed from head to toe. Normally they would have noticed such a crowd but most of their guards had come back to help organize the supplies, while the little that remained lay in their blood with several kunais planted in their bodies. In front of the group stood a man with a straw hat and a black coat with red clouds.
He was waiting for the twenty minutes he had left to his agent to finish setting up the preparations for the attack on the village.
In the village…
Alcohol flowed, people were happy and everyone had smiles on their faces. Life in the desert is difficult, so opportunities to celebrate like this were very well received by the community as they allowed them to relax at the end of a hard day's work.
Yet one of those who should have been one of the people of honor at this festival for bringing supplies, avoided contact with people and wandered from one place to another of the village of tents lingering only for a few seconds at each place. Arriving in the last section he had not yet visited, he made sure no one followed him before lowering himself to the corner of the tent. He pulled out a piece of rectangular paper, if anyone in the Shinobi world was looking at him, he would recognize an explosive scroll. After stuck on the tent he hurried out of the tribe.
The time was up, Sasori placed his right hand in the sign of the ram.
Sasori: On stage
At that moment, the screams of joy were replaced by explosions.
Sasori ordered his troops: Leave no survivors!
The soldiers charged towards the burning camp. Although less numerous than the members of the raceventu tribe, who possessed an above-average physical strength due to the daily difficulty of their life in the desert, the imperials were accustomed to shed blood and the explosion had completely disrupted the tribe .
The former akatsuki member was also heading for the camp on fire and cries of terror and death, although more slowly, not seeing the need to rush into it.
On his way was a man kneeling. It was the same man who had been captured by his men two days ago and who had placed the explosive parchments.
Sasori stopped in front of his spy: You did a good job, Kanju. Your next mission will be to find where the other tribes are.
Kanju: Yes, Master Sasori.
The reason this man had so easily betrayed his people was because the puppetmaster had used his Brain Wash Jutsu. This technique allowed him to modify the memory of a person so that the victim believes that he is in the service of Sasori. The most magnificent thing about this technique is that it can seal the spy's memory, creating the perfect sleeping agent.
Arriving almost in the center of the village, Sasori came across a group of eight people trying to flee. Hiruko's lower jaw dropped, releasing many needles poison on the small group. Sasori wanted to capture many people of this tribe alive and transform them into human puppets, which is why the poison he was using at the time only paralyzed his victims.
The small group collapsed quickly in front of the needle rain. Yet the sight before him made his eyes widen. A parent couple hugged their child to protect her from his attack, he could see them whisper a few words to their daughter. It reminded him of the moment when he created his first two puppets with the image of his father and mother.
Then, as with her puppets, both parents collapsed on the floor leaving a pink haired girl with tears running down her face.
In spite of her sadness the girl looked hatefully at the man wearing a black coat with red clouds. It was the only detail she could take into account because the man also wore a straw hat that prevented him from seeing his face. Respecting her parents' wish for her to stay alive, the pink-haired girl hurried to run away, tears running down her eyes.
Sasori did not stop him from leaving. The resurgence of her unpleasant memories deprived her of the urge to hunt her, anyway it was unlikely that she would survive in this environment.
Yet he was also excited because he had an illumination for a new work.
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