Ever since Sasori turned himself into a puppet, he had basically stopped eating and drinking.
Hatake Satoru had put a bunch of stuff on the table, but Sasori didn't really feel like eating anything.
Besides, although Hatake Satoru was very welcoming, there was only one set of knives, forks, and chopsticks.
Sasori couldn't exactly use his hands, so he took his first sip of water in over a decade.
After hearing Hatake Satoru's words, the water didn't go through his digestive system; instead, it shot out of his nose and mouth at the same time.
"Cough... cough cough cough cough..."
Fortunately, this body didn't have the uncomfortable feeling of water going up the nose, so Sasori just turned his head and coughed a few times.
Well, yeah, he should have known better.
How could someone who told Hozuki Mangetsu that he was going to build a beach with coconut trees in Sunagakure Village say anything reasonable?
He shouldn't have picked up the glass and drank while Hatake Satoru was talking.
He underestimated this guy.
"I think I understand why everyone has trouble dealing with you."
"Do you even know what you're talking about?!"
"It was lucky for you that you saved me, but how are you going to win that kid over?"
"People in Akatsuki aren't that easy to talk to, and you know the consequences of betraying the organization."
"Orochimaru is the best example, isn't he?"
Sasori pulled out some tissues to wipe the water off his face, and couldn't help but frown as he stared at Hatake Satoru.
"Hmm..."
Hatake Satoru used a knife to cut the cake on the table, and forked up a piece with a thoughtful expression.
His eyes were on the cake, but he seemed to be thinking about something, not his usual smiling face.
"Anyway, weighing the pros and cons, most people wouldn't leave the organization recklessly."
"Deidara may seem unreliable, but he's still capable of thinking calmly."
"Winning him over won't be that easy."
Sasori was explaining the impossibility of this matter with all his heart.
Or rather, any normal person wouldn't even bring up this kind of question.
Only Hatake Satoru would ask.
After Sasori finished speaking, he raised his eyes and glanced at Hatake Satoru.
He was still holding that small piece of cake and thinking, thankfully he didn't say anything more shocking.
It seemed like he was really thinking.
Sasori felt a little relieved. This guy just acts on impulse, and the people in Akatsuki aren't so easy to poach.
So this guy was just mentioning it casually, right?
He still had so many puppet techniques to teach him, but this guy was always thinking about random things.
It was really frustrating.
But the distance between Sasori and Hatake Satoru, and the speed of their progress was also a problem. In short, although the progress in puppet techniques wasn't too slow, Sasori still felt a bit dissatisfied.
Seeing that Hatake Satoru seemed to be stumped, Sasori breathed a sigh of relief.
For no other reason than that he felt quite accomplished when he saw Hatake Satoru being stumped by him.
Finally, he wasn't the one being bullied by this kid.
After Sasori let out a sigh of relief, he looked at the food on the table and said to Hatake Satoru.
"Did you really want me to..."
"Is this strawberry or cherry flavored... I think I had cherry yesterday."
Hatake Satoru's voice suddenly rang out, directly interrupting Sasori's words.
Hatake Satoru stuffed the cake on the fork into his mouth, chewing with his cheeks puffed out.
Sasori opened his mouth, seeming unsure what to say for a moment.
Hatake Satoru had white cream on the corner of his mouth, and the corners of those thin lips were slightly raised, revealing a smile that didn't look like anything good would come of it.
"Don't you know him? Then seduce him."
"..."
Even with sunglasses on, Hatake Satoru couldn't hide the fluttering of his long eyelashes.
He was acting as innocent as if he wasn't the one who said that ridiculous thing.
"...?"
"What are you talking about!?!?"
Sasori never thought that one day he would be told to go seduce someone.
What was this, a honey trap?
No, what was this, what nonsense was he saying?
Sasori of the Red Sand, thirty-five years old, looking like a five-year-old child less than a meter tall.
His mission was to seduce a nineteen-year-old explosive young man from a dangerous organization.
It sounded ridiculous, people at least, shouldn't.
It was in every sense of the word, something that a normal person couldn't do.
"It's not like I'm asking you to do anything bad... why are you reacting so strongly?"
Hatake Satoru raised his eyebrows and thoughtfully touched his chin.
"When you were partnered with Deidara, you should have shown him your real body, the fifteen-year-old one."
Sasori paused for a moment, and nodded subtly.
Although he rarely left Hiruko's body, he would sometimes come out when he was privately polishing Hiruko.
There was no need to avoid his teammate when polishing puppets.
Deidara had seen him a handful of times.
"That a dead teammate is appearing next to him as a child!"
"That feeling is very intriguing, isn't it?"
"Even if he pretends to ignore it, it will still attract his attention and make him curious, right?"
Hatake Satoru's eyes lit up, and he said to Sasori as if he had thought of a good idea.
"Um... yeah, maybe a little."
Sasori frowned and thought for a moment. If he saw someone who looked like someone he used to know, he might pretend not to see them and walk past silently.
But with Deidara's personality, although he wouldn't rashly go up and say hello, he would definitely secretly follow them to see if they were someone he used to know.
Hatake Satoru grinned and waved at Sasori.
Although Sasori was a thousand times unwilling, he still leaned in and put his ear close to Hatake Satoru's mouth.
After Hatake Satoru whispered to him for a while.
Sasori's already twitching eyebrows twitched even more uncontrollably.
He opened his mouth slightly, and his eyes looked at Karna, who was standing by the window not far away, looking out.
A look of disbelief appeared on Sasori's face.
This was indeed a method that he hadn't considered, not only had he not thought of it.
Even this matter, had a certain possibility of working.
Was this the difference between the thinking of a strong person, and the direction of his thinking?
Hatake Satoru was serious about this matter, he really wanted to win Deidara back.
"Although you have a lot of strange ideas... but to be honest, it feels like it might work."
"Hehe~ Do you have any idea where he might go next?"
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