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A low chuckle echoed through the dimly lit library.
The door creaked, then slammed shut.
Sakura's breath hitched.
Sasori turned toward her, his movements slow, deliberate. Like a predator that had finally cornered its prey.
She took a step back instinctively.
She wasn't wearing her shinobi uniform. Just a simple black skirt and a red top. No kunai strapped to her thigh. No sandals to brace herself for an escape.
Barefoot. Unarmed. Unprepared.
Sasori's eyes gleamed with amusement.
"What's gotten into you, sensei?" Sakura asked, her voice more steady than she felt.
Sasori tilted his head.
Then, he laughed.
Not loud. Not unhinged.
A low, twisted chuckle.
"Ah, Sakura... You poor, naïve girl," he sighed, shaking his head. His tone was almost mocking, as if he were disappointed in her. "I was going to wait. I was going to let you grow a little more. But you just had to go looking for answers, didn't you?"
Her fingers clenched.
"What are you talking about?"
His smirk widened, his dark, unreadable gaze locked onto hers.
"You made a mistake, trusting me."
Sakura felt something cold crawl up her spine.
"You made a mistake," he repeated, stepping closer, "making someone like me your mentor."
Her stomach tightened.
She needed to move.
But her body—her traitorous body—refused to listen.
"You were always so eager to learn," Sasori continued, his voice silky, patient. "So eager to absorb everything I taught you. Every technique, every jutsu, every drop of chakra I passed through you...
"And you never even noticed what I was doing."
A sharp, icy dread gripped her.
Sasori lifted his hand, twirling the torn page between his fingers like a delicate piece of art.
"Let me enlighten you, since you're so curious."
His voice dipped, barely a whisper now, yet it commanded the room.
"A human puppet can be made when a body is hollowed out, the skin hardened through a special chakra technique..."
His eyes flicked up, watching her reaction.
"And the memories... must be linked while the host is still alive."
Sakura staggered back.
Her blood ran cold.
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Forged Beyond
FanficNaruto, orphaned in the wake of the Kyuubi's wrath, was marked by the village as a monster. No mentor extended a hand; no peer stood by his side. As others played, he lingered in the shadows, craving the warmth of recognition. His pranks, his laught...
