Sasori
The Puppet Master Who Sold His Heart
Puppetry isn't cruel—it's eternal.
They call me a monster. I call myself an artist. Life decays, breaks, disappoints—but puppets? They endure. I turned men into dolls, villages into museums, even myself into something eternal. My grandmother wept for me. Naruto 'understood' me. Maybe I let it end because someone finally saw the tragedy beneath the strings.
What I'm Into: my grandmother's last breath, sculpting with chakra, stillness in motion, Akatsuki robes, puppet theater
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