Hmm?
What was that sound?
Wasn't this supposed to be a secluded space within the system?
The moment he heard the voice, Kuzo's gaze shifted instinctively. He turned around, his body tensing.
To his surprise, standing not far behind him was a young boy with red hair and brown eyes, his lips curling into a peculiar smile.
Kuzo frowned.
A humanoid Hollow? An Arrancar?
His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened slightly as his mind raced. He couldn't afford to be careless. Lowering his stance, he spoke in a measured tone.
"Are you... an Arrancar?"
As he spoke, his sharp eyes scanned the boy's figure, searching for the telltale remnants of a Hollow mask—any trace of white bone.
Yet, no matter how closely he looked, he found nothing.
"...No mask?"
His brows furrowed in confusion.
Just as he muttered to himself, the red-haired boy's expression shifted slightly. He raised his chin, eyes narrowing with an air of nonchalance.
"Arrancar?" He let out a quiet scoff. "Never heard of it."
Then his gaze sharpened.
"But what exactly are you looking at?"
A pause.
"Well, it doesn't matter. You're about to die anyway, so I suppose there's no harm in telling you who I am."
With that, he reached behind him and pulled out a simple gray scroll. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he spoke.
"My name is Sasori of the Red Sand. I'm a puppet master."
He unrolled the scroll slightly, his fingers lingering over its surface.
"Not long ago, I destroyed a village while searching for new puppet materials. But instead of a suitable corpse, I found something far more interesting—your little display of swordsmanship."
A glint of intrigue flashed in his eyes. His grin widened.
"It seems luck is on my side today. You might make for some excellent material."
His fingers twitched, ready to press down on the scroll.
"Wait! Hold on a second!"
Kuzo's eyes widened as he hurriedly raised a hand, signaling him to stop.
Sasori paused, an impatient expression crossing his face.
"What?"
Kuzo hesitated for a moment, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and exasperation.
"Just now... you said your name was Sasori? Sasori of the Red Sand? The one who killed the Third Kazekage?"
At that, Sasori's smirk deepened.
"Oh? So you actually know something."
His words carried a faint amusement, but his eyes were sharp, watching Kuzo carefully.
Silence hung in the air.
Kuzo's mind reeled. No wonder the red-haired boy had seemed familiar.
This wasn't just any opponent.
This was Sasori—the S-rank rogue ninja from Sunagakure, a genius puppet master from the world of Naruto.
Judging by his appearance, it seemed he had yet to turn his body into a puppet or join the Akatsuki.
But if that was the case...
Then this desert wasn't Hueco Mundo after all.
It wasn't even the world of Bleach.
This was the Land of Wind. The world of Naruto.
And he had somehow ended up in it.
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