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Kusagakure.
Sasame had no idea where Karin and her mother were—he didn't even know what they looked like.
Searching normally would be hopeless.
But as living medical supplies, any injured shinobi would inevitably seek them out.
So the solution was simple.
Block the entrance.
Right at the main road into Kusagakure, Sasame, Kakuzu, and Sasori stood in plain sight—utterly shameless.
Before long, a team of Grass shinobi appeared.
"Hey!"
The chunin leader puffed up like a rooster. "This is Kusagakure territory! You blind or something? Move!"
Sasame and Kakuzu didn't react.
Sasori lifted his left arm, revealing a hidden artillery mechanism.
"???"
The four Grass-nin froze.
Since when did shinobi pack heat?
A cylindrical projectile launched—exploding into a rain of needles above their heads.
Cold, icy needles slapping wildly against their faces.
Screaming, the four collapsed, skin punctured and bleeding.
"Scram."
Sasame played the smug little boss. "Don't ruin our mood."
The team fled like rats, scrambling back toward the village.
"Now we follow."
Sasame watched their retreating figures.
Kakuzu and Sasori found this method crude—but money talked. They obeyed.
The Grass team beelined to a wooden house deep in the village.
"Quick, let me bite you!"
The chunin leader lunged toward a pale, frail woman—only to skid to a halt.
Sasame's trio had reappeared behind them.
This time, Sasori didn't hold back.
His scorpion tail flashed, impaling the chunin in a spray of blood.
The remaining three tried to flee—but were skewered in succession.
The woman trembled, backing into a corner.
But she didn't run.
On a nearby bed lay her newborn daughter.
And against these monsters, escape was impossible.
Her only hope was mercy.
Sasame turned—and his eyes lit up.
Pretty.
(Karin's looks in the future were proof enough.)
But beauty wasn't the point.
Living with Tsunade had desensitized him to attractive women.
What struck him was the mother's aura—delicate, vulnerable, amplified by her fear-glazed eyes and pallid complexion.
Add her tragic backstory? Pure suffering.
"Where's your husband?"
Sasame glanced at the infant.
"Dead."
Her voice shook—not from grief, but terror of Sasori.
No surprise. What kind of "love" could exist for her in this hellhole?
"Take your daughter and come with me."
Sasame avoided asking her name—"Uzumaki" would raise Kakuzu and Sasori's suspicions.
The woman stood frozen, torn between doubt and desperation.
"What? You like it here?"
Sasame smirked. "You want your daughter to live your life?"
Her breath hitched.
Her existence had been torment.
Staying meant condemning her child to the same fate.
At this point, any change was a gamble worth taking.
"Company."
Kakuzu's voice was flat. "Lots of it."
Guards had been posted—Karin's mother was too valuable to lose.
Plus, this was the village center. Trouble spread fast.
"Your turn."
Sasame wasn't worried.
This was Kakuzu and Sasori.
The three of them were unstoppable.
Short of someone pulling out a Susano'o, they could waltz through the elemental nations.
Kusagakure? Please. You're weak.
The woman paled further—but then her jaw dropped.
Kakuzu kicked the door off its hinges, hands weaving signs as black tendrils erupted from his shoulders.
A mask formed within the writhing mass—then fire.
The street outside erupted in flames, leaving only their house untouched.
Dozens of Grass-nin became well-done barbecue.
After a stunned pause, the woman scooped up Karin and followed.
When gods walk among you, disobedience is suicide.
The group marched out, Kakuzu and Sasori slaughtering anyone who approached.
No pursuers dared follow.
After three waves of annihilation, the Grass-nin accepted reality:
These three were invincible.
"Got a smoother ride?"
Sasame eyed the infant Karin. "I'll pay extra. 200,000 ryō."
Sasori's hollow gaze shifted. He tossed out a new puppet—a reptilian transport with enclosed seating.
Now this was luxury.
The woman blinked.
200,000 ryō was a fortune—especially in impoverished Kusagakure.
Yet this boy spent it without hesitation.
"Get on."
Sasame hopped aboard, offering a hand.
She joined him, the windshield panels sealing them in.
"Your name?"
"Uzumaki Megumi."
She hesitated. "What will you… do with us?"
"Relax. I'm not like Kusagakure."
Sasame waved dismissively. "You'll see soon."
Megumi bit her lip, steeling herself for whatever came next.
Then—
Waaah!
Karin began wailing.
"F-forgive her! She's just hungry!"
Flushing, Meguni turned away, unbuttoning her top.
The crying stopped.
A faint, milky sweetness filled the cabin.
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