#sunastrings

“The weapon mechanic on the left arm isn’t shooting out the senbon needles correctly,” Shinki replied, following his Uncle to his workshop. As usual, the workshop was filled with various puppets and puppet mechanisms. There was hardly a surface that wasn’t covered with his Uncle’s creations. There were even puppets hanging from the ceiling. “How different Father and Uncle are,” The boy mused.  

Pt. 6: The Discord Awakens

“Hello, Kankuro-san. How's Gaara-sama doing?”

❝ Puppets? Aren’t they... a little big and impractical to be puppets- I mean, there aren’t even any strings. ❞  she’d continue to stare into the lifeless gaze of Salamander, the longer she stared, the more it began to make her uncomfortable. They did not look like puppets at all, just oversized toys or something. This era was full of strange things. 

"Well, how do you like it?"

“So are you saying that your affinity with puppets is not in connection with your inability to sustain meaningful friendships outside of your deep bonds with your siblings?” Sai asked innocently, regarding Kankuro with an observant eye. “I was under the impression most people found you strange, and that is why you spend so much time with your figures instead.” He had assumed that the Sunan puppeteer was... ---how did people put it?--- ....‘in the same boat’ he was, in a way. Though, maybe Kankuro was not aware of his strangeness like Sai was aware of his own? ‘Denial’ was a thing that a lot of people seemed to suffer from... He supposed it was a possible explanation. Maybe he should allow the sand sibling to borrow one of his books on the subject?

Pt. 7: Discord in the City

Pt. 5: Citizen Discord