Sasori

"Do you really trust that man?"

After leaving Kakuzu, the three of them floated in the air and slowly moved towards the Wind Country.

"Don't worry, Konan." Satoru smiled casually. "Do you think that guy can cause trouble?"

However, Konan still doubted Kakuzu.

"But our goal is peace, and that person..."

Satoru interrupted her, his voice becoming serious: "Konan, you must understand that if you want to achieve peace, you can't be too idealistic."

"There is no absolute right or wrong in this world. That person is right. The village gave him a task. As a village ninja, does he have a reason to refuse?"

"He then failed in his mission and slaughtered senior village officials, thus becoming a bounty hunter. But that's because the village wanted to kill him first. But without this mission, he might have been like any other ninja, dying on a mission, or living your life peacefully."

"But now, he has become a despised bounty hunter. Among them, who is right and who is wrong? Who knows for sure?"

Satoru's words made Konan think hard.

He finally said in a deep voice, "If we want to achieve our ideals, this path is not smooth at all. Therefore, we cannot seek peace just by relying on old rules. We can only face reality, deeply understand the complexity of this world, and sometimes find new ways, it's not a bad idea."

They continued their journey in the air.

Nagato was lost in thought about Satoru's words. After a while, he nodded and agreed, "What Satoru said is indeed true. With that person joining us, we can indeed save a lot of energy."

Seeing this, Konan began to carefully ponder Satoru's words, and she found that the wisdom contained in them far surpassed her previous understanding.

This time, Satoru blinked, a slyness appearing in his eyes. "Besides, Konan, didn't you put paper cranes for him?"

"Oh, yeah." Konan snapped out of her reverie, and then she seemed to be thinking of something, her eyes widened, and she said in surprise, "Could it be..."

"Yes, that paper crane has your chakra, so we can know where he's hiding the money. Even if in the end the commission is given to him, in the end the money still belongs to us." Satoru smiled.

"Ah... that's right!" Surprise appeared in Konan's eyes.

Nagato smiled at this moment, "You're still clever, Satoru."

"In that case, the task of finding the money bank will be entrusted to you, Konan." Satoru delegated the task to Konan.

Konan flapped the white wings on her back, "Don't worry, leave it to me!"

As she spoke, the traces of wind and sand rushed into everyone's sight, and the air seemed dry and hot.

"Here it is."

The scene in front of them was a desert, and the three of them knew that their destination was near.

"Wait... That person!"

At this moment, Konan's eyes focused on a figure on the ground. She quickly took out a wanted paper from her hand, carefully comparing the information inside, and then handed the wanted paper to Satoru and Nagato.

Satoru took the wanted paper, his eyes scanning between the photo and the figure on the ground, and a slow smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "That's Sasori, we're not wrong."

"In that case, let's go down..." Before Nagato finished his words, Satoru's figure had disappeared from view.

"This person is here again..." Nagato shook his head. He turned to Konan with a slight question in his eyes, "This time, should we wait and see what happens?"

Konan smiled and said, "Let's go down together."

"Sasori, a rogue ninja of Sunagakure."

As Satoru fell from the sky, he stood on a stone pillar, staring at Sasori.

This was a young man with a smooth face. His striking red hair shone under the blazing sun.

Under his gaze, Sasori slowly raised his head. His eyes met the others'.

As their eyes met, Sasori's eyes firmly focused on his face.

"You..."

Satoru ignored his deadly gaze, raised his hand, and touched his face, asking confusedly, "Is there something on my face?"

Sasori's eyes gleamed with hatred, and he muttered, "Konoha's White Fang?"

"No, White Fang is already dead, so I didn't have a chance to avenge my parents. But I heard he had a child, could it be you..."

A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in his words.

As those words fell, invisible lines seemed to flow on Sasori's body. Then, a puppet emerged from the sand behind him.

"No matter who you are, because you have white hair, you must have the consciousness to become a puppet in my hands!"

The puppet he controlled immediately came to life.

Sand rolled by the power of the puppet, forming whirlwinds and roaring fiercely towards Satoru.

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"What? You're not from Konoha?" Sasori's words revealed disbelief.

His body was so weak that he could only kneel halfway on the ground. The puppet behind him fell to the side like shattered metal.

His eyes observed the three people in front of him. Each of them was much stronger than him, which made him feel confused.

Who are they?

When did he provoke enemies like this?

Satoru took two steps forward, and his eyes focused on the weak Sasori. He suddenly remembered Kakuzu, who had recently joined "Akatsuki." and a bold idea suddenly came to his mind.

"We are Akatsuki."