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The atmosphere in Sasori's underground workshop was quite heavy, as if death itself knew they were doing things that would change the world.
It was a place where engineering and the forbidden shook hands, but on this occasion, there was no feeling of a slaughterhouse's coldness.
There was a different intent: three minds working together to help a friend. Daigo and Pakura would not allow Sasori to abandon his humanity by turning himself into a wooden puppet, and Sasori himself, with his ingenious and serene mind, had accepted this more complex but infinitely more brilliant path.
In the center of the workshop, under the raw light of several oil lamps that cast long, dancing shadows across the stone walls, lay the body of the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi. His face, once full of the weary wisdom of a leader, was now a serious mask, devoid of any of the emotions he once held in life.
Sasori observed him not with hatred, but with the respect of a craftsman before a legendary raw material.
However, that was not the only important element in the room. Strapped to the wall in a clinical mount designed by Sasori himself was the blond Konoha ninja. All his senses were covered, but he was still alive. His breathing was steady under the effect of sedatives, though the ninja himself, in his last moments of lucidity, would likely have preferred to be dead than in this place.
The silence of the workshop was only interrupted by the dripping of preservation fluids and the soft hum of the suppression seals.
Sasori, standing between Daigo and Pakura, looked at his own hands. They were hands of flesh and bone, capable of trembling, feeling cold, and dying.
He remembered the last time, before the war, when he nearly died at the hands of Orochimaru. That experience had marked him deeply, reminding him of how ephemeral a shinobi's life is. Had Daigo not been there at that moment, he would have done the unthinkable: he would have turned himself into a puppet to escape the pain and weakness of the flesh.
But Daigo stopped him, giving him a purpose and assuring him that his idea would help much more than giving up his body.
The only thing Daigo told him before the battle of Kanzaki began was to find a way to kidnap a member of the Yamanaka clan alive.
That was the key to his masterpiece.
In that flashback, Sasori had accepted, promising to do so, and he had succeeded. Now, with all the pieces in his hands, his ambitious but calm eyes were ready to begin the process of joining biology and mechanics.
Pakura, observing the blond ninja with a mixture of curiosity and caution, knew which clan he belonged to after noticing the mental suppression seals. She did not hesitate to ask:
"A member of the Yamanaka clan... what exactly do you need him for?"
Daigo, keeping his gaze fixed on the prisoner while preparing his mind at what's going to happen here, replied calmly:
"That's right. I told Sasori to kidnap one. The idea I had so that Sasori wouldn't have to become a puppet himself is for him to use the Yamanaka's special jutsu, the Shinkenshin no Jutsu, to transfer his mind into the body of Hiruzen's puppet. That way, it's as if he is the puppet, controlling it from a distance without being in physical danger. It's the concept of a war avatar."
Pakura processed the information, amazed by the magnitude of the plan. It wasn't just a technical upgrade; it was a paradigm shift in the art of puppetry.
"I see... it's quite interesting. If you pull this off, Sasori, it's as if you were immortal. Because it doesn't matter if they destroy the puppet on the front lines; you would just return to your original body as if nothing happened. It's an absolute tactical advantage that all th other village won't be able to easily counter."
Sasori, adjusting one of the magnifying lenses on his desk, exhaled with an analytical tranquility that hid his accumulated exhaustion.
"That was what I thought when you sent me to capture the Yamanaka, Daigo. However, there is a technical flaw I hadn't initially foreseen: it is extremely difficult for me to learn the Shinkenshin no Jutsu. That jutsu was developed for the Yamanaka clan; they have studied it and carried it in their blood for generations. My chakra does not have the natural affinity to perform that spiritual projection on its own in a fluid way."
Daigo, who had not delved into the genetic limits of the jutsu, remained silent for a moment, trying to find another way. In his mind, the plan was still perfect: Sasori controls Hiruzen's puppet body, and since it is his own mind inhabiting the body, he wouldn't have the disadvantage of chakra threads or the delay in movement they cause.
Sasori was also thinking of new ways. He had already tried using high-frequency chakra threads to simulate mental transfer control, but the puppet simply didn't respond with the necessary harmony.
Pakura, wanting to help solve the enigma, approached the diagrams Sasori had meticulously drawn. She analyzed them carefully, finding a solution that reminded her of her own training days, when she struggled to master her bloodline.
"At first, when I was learning with the elders, I wanted to use Shakuton in the wrong way," Pakura began, drawing their attention.
"I tried to create it from my core and then launch it outward, but that was too dangerous for my own chakra pathways. Until one day I decided to use the wind around me as a catalyst, as a means of transport for my heat. That allowed me to control the technique without burning myself. I think I've found the way for this to work for you."
"How?" Daigo asked with genuine interest.
"Instead of Sasori having to learn the Shinkenshin no Jutsu from scratch, which is almost impossible without the yamanaka help and the long time it would take him, why not use the Yamanaka as the physical catalyst? Sasori only has to project his will into the Yamanaka's nervous system and let the captive's biology act as an antenna that fires his mind into Hiruzen's body. That way, the prisoner does the dirty work of the transfer, and Sasori simply travels through him."
Sasori and Daigo shared a look of astonishment. It was the missing piece of the puzzle.
Sasori nodded slowly, his ingenious mind already calculating the necessary nerve bridges so the signal wouldn't be lost.
"It's brilliant, Pakura. The Yamanaka wouldn't be the active user, but the conducting cable. But for the cable not to break under the pressure of my own chakra, I need the physical connection between his brain and the puppet to be perfect."
"And how would you do that?" Pakura asked.
Sasori thought about the method, eventually looking toward Daigo and nodding at the idea that came to him.
"We will achieve it using Daigo's Shōton. Since crystal allows chakra to flow without any resistance, we can place very small crystals throughout the Yamanaka's nervous system and chakra pathways so my energy can circulate without problem and without damaging his."
Daigo stepped forward, his hands beginning to glow with an intense green and hints of pink. The heat of his medical chakra began to fill the room, contrasting with the cold metal of the workshop.
"I'll take care of that. I'll use my medical ninjutsu to keep his cells alive and stable while we install the crystals. Sasori, prepare the filaments. I won't let this catalyst die during the process; if his heart stops, the connection will be lost forever."
And so, the work began with a precision that bordered on perfection. While Sasori performed microscopic incisions at the base of the Yamanaka's skull with the delicacy of a watchmaker, Daigo placed his hands over the body.
Daigo's medical chakra flowed steadily, healing micro-tears and stabilizing the nervous system as Sasori introduced the Shōton crystal filaments. It was a silent and tense choreography.
"Keep the pressure there, Daigo," Sasori requested in a calm but firm voice. "I'm connecting the Yamanaka's optic nerve to the crystal receptor. If his neurons inflame due to rejection, it would be impossible to achieve the necessary synchrony."
"I have it under control. His pulse is stable and his dopamine levels are neutralized so his mind doesn't go into shock," Daigo responded, concentrating all his energy on immediate cellular regeneration.
Pakura watched as Daigo healed the man while Sasori "wired" him. It was a simultaneous act of creation and preservation.
Daigo wasn't just healing; he was using the medical knowledge he had learned from iron to ensure that the crystal bridge was a natural extension of the Yamanaka's body.
Hours of silent labor passed, where only the heavy breathing of the three could be heard.
Sasori installed the same crystal filaments inside Hiruzen's puppet as well, connecting them to the spinal cord made of wood and reinforced metal. Daigo's Shōton served as the perfect fiber optic: a path without resistance for Sasori's consciousness to travel from the Yamanaka to the Hokage.
"It's almost ready," Sasori whispered, giving the final touches to the back of Hiruzen's neck.
"Thanks to your medical intervention, Daigo, the catalyst has endured the integration of the crystals. The chakra flow is constant and very clean."
Daigo withdrew his hands, exhausted and drenched in sweat, but with a look of satisfaction. The blond ninja was still alive, but now his nervous system was entwined with a network of pink crystals that
functioned as a high-speed chakra highway.
His back was dripping with sweat just like his face; although Daigo has learned medical jutsu, he doesn't have the absolute control that a Konoha medical ninja possesses, but he has enough to not let the prisoner die in such an invasive process.
"I've finished the emergency healing. His vital functions are secured. The bridge is open," Daigo said, wiping sweat from his forehead with his forearm.
He was physically drained; Medical Ninjutsu consumed much more energy than it appeared.
Pakura approached Hiruzen's body, noticing how the puppet seemed to have a different, more vibrant aura, almost as if it were about to breathe.
"You've created something magnificent, Sasori. It's not just a high-level human puppet; it's an avatar you can inhabit and use everything the body still remembers. It's a work of art and war at the same time."
Sasori observed his work with profound calm. He didn't feel like a monster, but like an artist who had resolved the dilemma of life and death through collaboration. The gratitude in his eyes was evident.
"I wouldn't have achieved it without you. Daigo provided the vision and medicine to protect this body, and you, Pakura, gave us the logic of the energy flow. This puppet... no, this body, is the triumph of all of us. Thank you."
Daigo nodded, looking at both with a half-smile, trying to catch his breath.
"Tomorrow we'll test the actual transfer. If it works, Sasori, you won't be a normal Jonin anymore; you'll have to become an elite one like me and Pakura. You'll be at a level where very few in the world will be able to touch you."
"Well... I'm going to sleep. I'm truly exhausted from using medical chakra. Goodbye, Sasori," Daigo said, starting to walk heavily toward the exit, his shoulders slightly slumped from fatigue.
"Hey! Wait for me, Dai," Pakura said, walking quickly to catch up with him. Daigo didn't wait and kept walking, wanting to get to his bed as soon as possible.
Pakura reached him and gave him a nudge on the shoulder, commenting on how impressive his medical control had been.
In the workshop, only Sasori remained.
Silence returned, but it no longer felt heavy. The redhead stayed alone, observing the great project they had achieved together.
He sat in his chair, staring fixedly at Hiruzen and then at the Yamanaka, patiently waiting for tomorrow to see if everything turned out perfect.
End of Chapter