Chapter 150
Sasori's actions were nothing short of revolting. Face-to-face NTR wasn't enough to describe it. It was like watching a scumbag snatch away the goddess you had long admired—the one who was always cold and indifferent to you. And now, this bastard was casually playing Landlord with her right in front of you, unlocking all kinds of postures while you could only stand by and watch helplessly.
This was the same humiliation and frustration the Sand Village shinobi felt. Their once-proud Kazekage—the strongest in their village's history—had been reduced to nothing more than a puppet. Forced to slaughter their own people, he became a tool in the hands of the enemy. The shinobi of the Sand Village felt as if they had swallowed poison, their stomachs churning with rage and disgust. They wished they could rip out Scorpion's tendons, flay his skin, and tear him apart limb by limb.
"Be careful! The Third Kazekage uses Jiton (Magnet Release) to control iron sand. It's best not to use metal weapons—they'll be completely ineffective!" a Sand Ninja warned urgently.
At this point, only by killing Sasori could they regain some measure of their dignity. Sharing information became their only way to contribute.
"Tch, are all red-haired guys this hateful?" Sasuke sneered, curling his lips.
He didn't act recklessly. Through the keen eyes of his Sharingan, he noticed that the flow of chakra within Sasori's body was strange. Without the Byakugan, he couldn't see clearly, but he knew something was off.
"Be careful not to get touched by the Third Kazekage. Once you're marked, his iron sand will track you relentlessly—it's a guaranteed hit," another Sand Ninja warned grimly.
Although this was once the pride and secret of the Sand Village, they now had no choice but to reveal it. The bitterness in their voices was palpable.
Just as they were debating whether to share more information, the ground suddenly shook. A golden wave of sand surged upward, forming a massive cube that slammed into the swirling iron sand, wrapping around Sasori and the Third Kazekage puppet.
Then, a white figure flickered across the battlefield like a ghost. As the figure sheathed his sword, a dazzling flash of white light streaked through the air, followed by countless slashes. The chakra threads anchoring the puppets were instantly severed.
The sand sphere in the center of the battlefield was sealed by a layer of ice. The next moment, under the barrage of a thousand swords, the ice shattered into glittering fragments.