Caught up in admiring a bone sculpture, Sasori does not notice the office doors click shut.
The Kazekage clears his throat.
Thirty minutes early.
āSoldier,ā he says, narrowing his eyes when Sasori looks up sharply. āWhat do you think youāre doing?ā
Isnāt it obvious? The scorpion spitefully thinks, responding, āAdmiring your art, Lord.ā
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