"The one who looks like this is Sasori, known as Sasori of the Red Sand, the grandson of Chiyo of Sunagakure. He betrayed the village long before the Third Great Shinobi War. He is a genius puppeteer who likes to use poison."
"Don't be fooled by his appearance; this is just a puppet. His true body is hidden inside the puppet. However, his true body has also been made into a puppet by himself, and his appearance is permanently stuck at the age of a teenager or early twenties. So, Son, if you fight him and break his puppet, don't be surprised to see a boy your age emerges."
"Sasori's true body puppet has only one weakness: the core in his left chest. This core can be moved to other puppets, so you need to be cautious..."
In the Tojo residence, Megumai's bedroom.
Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly.
Inside the window, Megumai stood at a lectern, holding a piece of chalk, drawing diagrams while lecturing on the intelligence of Akatsuki members.
Her straight, beautiful hair was tied with a ribbon, hanging down her back.
A casual side-swept fringe covered her forehead.
A pair of black metal-rimmed square glasses rested on her fair, high-bridged nose, and rose-colored lipstick was applied to her thin lips.
She wore a dignified black cinched-waist suit jacket over an elegant, pure white shirt.
On the bottom, she wore a hip-hugging mermaid skirt that fell slightly above the knee, revealing her slender calves, which were wrapped in sheer gray stockings, making them extremely well-proportioned and taut.
Her delicate feet wore silver-gray patent leather high heels, eight centimeters high.
She was intellectual and elegant, fully displaying her graceful figure, exuding a subtle fragrance with every movement.
Megumai claimed that this was the proper attire for a teacher.
Seiya held reservations.
None of the female teachers he saw at the Shinobi academy were dressed like this; they all wore Shinobi uniforms.
Mom was a bit too flashy.
However, at home, he naturally had to indulge Mom's nature.
As her son, he had to cooperate.
So, Seiya pretended to believe that his mother was truly a teacher, listening intently and diligently taking notes on the Akatsuki members' intelligence for his infiltration work, in case he needed it.
Megumai's lecture went on for a long time.
Because she maintained the serious demeanor of a teacher for so long, she felt a bit of shoulder soreness and leg weakness afterward.
Seiya naturally massaged his mother's shoulders and beat her legs, fulfilling his filial duty.
"Mom, why did you have to wear such high high-heels? Now your legs are sore; it's not worth it."
Megumai raised her delicate eyebrows and asked in return: "Son, do you think Mom's outfit looks good?"
"Of course, it looks good!"
Seiya said without hesitation.
His mother's beauty was undeniable and unchallengeable.
Megumai nodded slightly, a smile rising at the corner of her lips.
She lightly tapped her son's nose with her finger and said slowly:
"As long as it looks good, all the effort is worth it. Beauty cannot tolerate perfunctory effort."
"But Mom is already beautiful, you don't need to work this hard," Seiya said.
Megumai gently shook her head.
"There are a hundred kinds of ugliness and a thousand kinds of beauty. Mom's natural beauty and the beauty that contains effort are not the same."
"Uh..."
Seiya thought about it and realized it was true.
Then, he asked: "Does Mom have to work this hard to be beautiful when teaching Samui-neesan?"
"Of course not. Mom is only this kind of 'hardworking beautiful' today," Megumai shook her head, her eyes flashing, and then she made up an excuse:
"Samuis different from you; she's a girl. Mom needs to consider her feelings and can't let her feel insecure about her appearance. So, natural beauty is just right, and 'hardworking beautiful' would be counterproductive."
"I see," Seiya suddenly understood and praised: "Mom's thinking is far-reaching and thoughtful."
"Did you remember all the intelligence on the Akatsuki members, Son?"
"I did."
"Then Mom will give you a test tomorrow. If you don't pass, Mom will spank your palm with the pointer! Not gently, but hard! A strict teacher produces outstanding students!"
Megumai put on a stern face to scare her son.
Seiya grinned and laughed: "Mom, I'm not a three-year-old anymore. You can't scare me."
"Can't scare you, huh? Then I'll spank you now!"
Megumai adjusted her glasses and made a move to grab the pointer.
Seiya quickly moved away.
Megumai raised her fair chin and casually flicked the pointer onto the sofa, which made a sharp snap.
"Son, you're not a three-year-old anymore, so why are you still hiding so far away?"
"I'm going back to my room to review the intelligence and prepare for the test! Bye-bye!"
Seiya slipped away.
Megumai stood in place, a smile playing on her lips, gently flicking the pointer up and down.
Since agreeing to join Akatsuki, Seiya had been preparing for the upcoming online gathering.
Understanding the Akatsuki members' intelligence was only one part of the preparation.
The other part was creating a completely new persona to conceal his identity when participating in Akatsuki's external activities.
Nagato has an astonishing amount of chakra, allowing him to remotely control six corpses as easily as his own limbs. Seiya does not have this level, so he can only work on himself.
With consultation from Mom and Yugito sensei, Seiya custom-made a pure black mask.
The mask material was extremely tough, with only two round holes dug for the eyes.
The rest was hermetically sealed.
The only way for an outsider to peek at his appearance would be to smash the mask.
In addition, the family heirloom Shinobi blade-Mikazuki Munechika-had too obvious a characteristic and could no longer be used.
Megumai had conveniently killed two of the Seven Shinobi Swordsmen of the Mist back then and collected two spoils of war-the Kubikiribocho and the Kiba (Thunder Swords).
The latter was highly compatible with Seiya's chakra nature and could be used to replace Mikazuki Munechika as his personal sword.
The Lightning Release Chakra Mode seemed unusable.
However, Seiya had not yet fully mastered it and could only use Lightning Release Chakra to reinforce parts of his body.
This level could also be achieved by other Shinobis who practiced Lightning Release, so using it as normal would not draw too much attention.
As for the Sharingan, Uchiha Itachi was the Shinobi world's well-known rogue-nin, so he could bear the blame.
But it wasn't exactly 'blame,' as Uchiha Itachi did indeed join Akatsuki.
Now, he would simply be burdened with the criminal activities of two people.
...
All preparations were complete.
On November 1st, at six in the afternoon, in the bedroom.
Seiya felt the ring slightly warm up, so he immediately infused chakra, responded to the summons, and successfully went online.
In the vast, dim, empty space, stood a giant Demonic Statue, which looked humanoid but lifeless.
Its skin was like withered wood, its nine eyes were tightly closed, and ten column-like protrusions rose from its back.
Its wrists were secured by thick, giant shackles, preventing movement, so its ten fingers pointed straight up towards the sky.
Whoosh Whoosh sounds rang out.
Eight ethereal figures appeared one after another in this space, each standing on one of the Demonic Statue's fingertips.
Seiya looked around, his gaze first falling on the bizarre giant statue.
This must be the Gedo Mazo that Mom mentioned...
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