Chapter 221: Optimus Prime, Get Him
Sasori had imagined many responses from Masahiko.
Perhaps Masahiko would be shocked and pale.
Perhaps Masahiko would look wary.
Perhaps Masahiko would look confused.
Perhaps Masahiko would even reveal a disdainful smile, exposing his identity as a ninja.
But Sasori never expected that after hearing his words, Masahiko would casually say "Stop joking," as if coaxing his grandson.
Of course, Masahiko definitely wasn't coaxing a grandson. He wouldn't dare let Sasori be his grandson; after all, there was Chiyo...
He just found it amusing that someone actually wanted to grant him eternal life, so he subconsciously replied with that sentence.
The atmosphere turned awkward. Masahiko stopped speaking, his face full of smiles, and Sasori didn't make any rash moves for a moment.
"Ninja?" Sasori asked again.
"No, God of Craftsmanship." Masahiko gave the same answer.
Sasori felt things were getting troublesome.
Masahiko looked fearless; how could Sasori not see that?
Sasori had come out of the Kazekage Building and intercepted Masahiko directly outside the Sand Village. He originally intended to rob him, to get revenge for the "dizziness" caused by Masahiko's messy words. Of course, if he could subdue Masahiko, that would be even better. Not only could he get more money, but Masahiko's carving skills could also help him a lot.
Even though Masahiko showed some abnormalities, Sasori didn't take it seriously, carrying only two puppets with him. But now it seemed...
A kunai shot out at a tricky angle. Masahiko turned slightly sideways and dodged it.
"Is he a ninja after all?"
The kunai suddenly turned back behind Masahiko. The slight movement of Sasori's finger and the chakra thread wrapped around the kunai explained everything.
Masahiko chuckled, played it cool, turned his head, and caught the kunai in his mouth.
"Hehe."
Sasori's unchanging expression finally moved. Not because he was impressed by Masahiko's coolness, but because... there was actually someone this stupid.
"I should have known. With his IQ, he should be easy to deal with."
"Pah!" Masahiko spat out the kunai, looking puzzled.
"Remember in your next life: any weapon of a puppeteer carries poison," Sasori said indifferently.
Masahiko was startled at first, then "paled with shock." His face quickly turned purple, and he fell headfirst to the ground.
"This guy..." Sasori's expression turned grave instead. He quickly jumped a few meters away and took out two scrolls from his chest pocket.
"What? Is the way I died wrong? How should I die?" Masahiko raised his head and smiled.
Wind and sand swept past. There should have been passionate and exciting BGM here.
Unfortunately, there wasn't. There were only the hand seals formed by Sasori and two additional puppets on the field.
"You carry these two with you." Masahiko looked at the two puppets with a nostalgic look. They were indeed "Father and Mother."
Sasori frowned. He saw too many inconsistencies in Masahiko. Masahiko actually knew about the "Father and Mother" puppets, and he should have been heavily poisoned...
At least in Masahiko's mind, Sasori should have asked "Who exactly are you" at this point before deciding whether to fight. Unexpectedly, Sasori waved his hands directly, and Father and Mother charged forward.
Masahiko was stunned. Without using any ninjutsu, he wanted to use Taijutsu to test the current level of this young genius Sasori.
But...
"Why did you install a chainsaw on your dad's right arm?" The corner of Masahiko's mouth twitched. How was he supposed to test with Taijutsu like this?
"Come out, my Optimus Prime!"
The carriage behind Masahiko suddenly exploded. The two-meter-tall Optimus Prime jumped out, its two steel arms blocking the attacks of Father and Mother.
"Puppeteer? No, not a puppeteer." Sasori moved his hands continuously. Father and Mother retreated and were recalled into his scrolls.
Masahiko paused, looked at the expression opposite him, and smiled. "Don't want these two puppets to be damaged? That's right. Having flesh, blood, and emotions makes one human..."
"Do you have any other puppets? Bring them out let me see."
"You can go." Sasori said indifferently.
Masahiko was startled and somewhat disappointed. "Didn't bring other puppets?"
He still wanted to see how strong Sasori was now. He glanced at the tall Optimus Prime in front of him and smiled.
"Rocket Punch!"
Accompanied by a resounding name, one of Optimus Prime's arms flew out, heading straight for Sasori's tender face.
Sasori hooked his finger, releasing a chakra thread that connected to Optimus Prime's arm, causing it to turn and stab directly into the sand.
"It seems you really don't want to leave." His look said you can't blame me for this.
Masahiko sighed. Are all young geniuses this confident?
Just as he was about to speak, he saw Sasori take out something resembling a firecracker from his chest pocket, throw it into the sky, where it exploded.
"Signal flare?" Masahiko looked dumbfounded. He never expected Sasori to do this.
"That's right, he is still a genius of the Sand Village, and this place is so close to the village. Facing an enemy of unknown strength, doing this is reasonable..."
More and more chakra fluctuations were rushing this way. The corner of Masahiko's mouth twitched, and Optimus Prime's arm flew back.
In the next instant, Masahiko and the two Optimus Primes (big and small) surrounded Sasori in a triangle.
"Optimus Prime, get him."
"Hmph." Sasori snorted coldly, and two puppets appeared instantly.
But in the next instant, the two puppets suddenly flew away and couldn't be controlled to return no matter what.
Next, he suffered an inhumane gang-beating. The arms of both big and small Optimus Primes shot out, four hands attacking him from all sides. He barely managed to defend, but when four feet appeared...
Masahiko stood by the side, watching and commenting, "Taijutsu is about ordinary Jonin level. If he brings out puppets, he's about an Elite Jonin, Asuma's level in the future. Less than fifteen years old, truly a genius." Asuma had become his unit of measurement for strength and money. Kakashi... was not accurate enough.
The Sand Village ninjas were getting closer. Masahiko made the two Optimus Primes reassemble, grabbed them, and vanished instantly from the spot, leaving behind a bruised and battered Sasori. Masahiko had shown mercy and didn't hit his face...
The first to arrive was Chiyo. Sasori's signal flare was specially made by her; seeing it, she rushed over immediately.
"Sasori, who were you fighting?"
Sasori patted the dust off his body. "That so-called Merchant Hamura is a ninja."
Chiyo was shocked. "A scout ninja from an enemy village? Which way did he flee?"
Although Sasori looked a bit wretched, Chiyo really hadn't expected Sasori to lose.
"That guy is very strong. He isn't afraid of my poison and can use methods that don't belong to a puppeteer to control those two toys to fight. Most importantly, he can make my puppets lose control."
Chiyo paused, her expression turning truly grave this time. Quite a few ninjas had arrived behind her, but Chiyo signaled them to wait for a moment.
Listening to Sasori's detailed description, and thinking about "Merchant Hamura's" unreliable ka-ka-ka-ka-ka and messy, incomprehensible words, Chiyo felt a sense of familiarity.
"Could it be Lord Masahiko..."
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