"It hurts!" Raizen was jolted awake by a throbbing headache and excruciating pain in his arm, a result of memory fusion. Where am I? Why is it raining? Raizen remembered he was in the high-voltage lab at school testing wireless power transmission. Did something explode? A bright white arc of electricity swept over him; the merit-grant copper coin hanging around his neck vaporized instantly, and he lost consciousness. What are those flickering numbers in front of me? Wait, is this the world of the Hokage? He realized he had been reincarnated as the little follower Raizen of Sasori, who has always been called Little Bug.
He stared at the red-haired boy carrying him and asked uncertainly: "Sasori?" In Raizen's eyes, a cluster of moving numbers appeared on Sasori's red-haired body, showing Sasori's name, Ninja 6, Body 5, Illusion 4, and other stats. It looks like a game attribute card! Sasori heard his voice, stopped, and said: "Little Bug, you're awake? Don't worry, once we get back to the Village I can treat you." "But your wound is strange—it keeps bleeding nonstop, so for safety's sake, you should have it amputated!" "Amputate?"
Even if Raizen isn't a hardcore Hokage fan, he knows exactly what happened to Little Bug after an amputation. He remembers the aftermath vividly. Back then, Sasori fitted him with a fake arm, so flexible it could deploy a poisoned blade puppet arm. And the result? Because the poisoned blade malfunctioned, Little Bug injured himself. Sasori watched him die uncurable, and finally turned him into Sasori's first human puppet. He became one of Sasori's eternal art collections. Thus began Sasori's downfall. Killing the Third Kazekage, sparking the Third War, defecting—this whole chain of events seems to have started with the unassuming Little Bug. Conspiracy theories claim Sasori was jealous of Little Bug's happy family and did it on purpose. Whatever the reason, the person who was about to get a boxed lunch is now him. He doesn't want this!
Having just crossed into the Hokage world, he's already missed the central Konohagakure of the Ninja World, and he certainly doesn't want to become Sasori's human puppet because of some so-called eternal art! At this moment Raizen's brain was racing like a college entrance exam, and he pointed with his left arm toward a ruined Village, saying: "Sasori, I'm a bit cold. How about we find a shelter over there, light a fire, get something to eat, and first try to stop the bleeding?" Sasori looked at Raizen's right arm, which kept bleeding in the rain, expressionless, and nodded: "Fine."
After securing Raizen with Chakra Threads on his back, Sasori leapt several times and found a relatively intact house in the Village. "Who are you?" The two of them entered the house and saw three people standing by the fire, the leader a blond-haired teen holding a sharp wooden staff, who asked first. Seeing Sasori carrying Raizen and the Suna Shinobi forehead plate on his own head, the three grew even more tense. Sasori gently set Raizen down behind him, and with a flick of his hands, two scrolls appeared in his hands, signaling his offensive stance, just as he was about to release the Kuroari and Karasu puppets, Raizen shouted from behind to stop him: "Sasori... Sasori, don't be rash. The war is already over. These are just ordinary people with no hostility. Please, I beg you."
Sasori paused, didn't release the puppets, but also didn't let go of the scrolls, his voice colder than the rain outside: "They have Chakra; they might be hidden Missing-nin. You forgot the people who ambushed and severely injured you?" Raizen was still adjusting his body, digesting the fused memories, and if his soul hadn't become unusually resilient after the fusion, the frail college student would have passed out long ago. With basic first-aid knowledge, he naturally knew he couldn't let the arm keep bleeding. It's common sense not to let a wound get wet! He didn't want to lose a limb right after crossing over, and he certainly didn't want to die here without knowing why.
The intense killing intent emanating from Sasori now indicated that he was already in a dangerous period. A period where even his own life was beginning to be disregarded—a unstable worldview. Upon entering, Raizen recognized the three people opposite him: Lilac-colored bun-haired Konan, red-haired Nagato, and yellow-spiked-hair Yahiko. Now he's trying to tease the future Akatsuki's three heads? One Rinnegan-wielding Nagato is already enough of a threat, let alone Black Zetsu and White Zetsu lurking nearby. The future Akatsuki trio is here; Sasori can't beat them! Raizen clenched his teeth, endured the pain, and tried to ease the tension: "Hello, we mean no harm. We're just passing Suna Shinobi, because I was ambushed by Rogue Ninja thieves and severely injured, so we came here to seek shelter and treat the wound. My companion is only worried about me; we won't hurt you. Do you have any Medical-nin or doctor?"
Sasori, hearing Raizen's polite words, felt a bit displeased, but the proud one didn't argue and turned to examine his arm. Raizen's arm was injured while shielding Sasori from a surprise Shinobi-gatana attack. That Ninja had somehow infused Chakra into the blade, causing multiple intersecting cuts to burst open on Raizen's arm. The blood-soaked gashes, drenched by rain, were gruesome, flowing dark-red blood. Yahiko and the others seemed to notice Raizen's condition and put away their wooden sticks, saying: "We have no Medical-nin, doctor… May I see how your friend's wound looks?" Sasori replied coldly: "No need, we can handle it ourselves." Ah, proud Sasori!
Raizen felt the strange Chakra inside his body and tried to channel it with his left hand. With a sizzle, blue-white electric sparks blossomed at his fingertips. Immediately after, a thin, sharp vortex formed. According to Hokage lore, he now possessed both Wind and Lightning Chakra attributes? Sasori is a master of poison, but he only knows how to kill, not heal. While Raizen attempted to manipulate Chakra, Sasori was busy wrapping his arm with bandages to stop the bleeding. Because the Chakra-infused blade had blown the wound wide open, the bleeding continued and the bandages soon soaked through. Raizen felt a chill; he recognized it as a sign of excessive blood loss. If this kept up, even without wanting amputation, it would be impossible to survive.
Fortunately, using the numbers appearing in his vision, he seemed to understand what his ability was. Precise. Capable of precise, value-based control. He could accurately regulate Chakra output, electricity, and wind. It seemed this was his overpowered skill for crossing into the Hokage world. He strained to sit up, extended his left hand and said: "Sasori, let me try. Give me a regular Kunai, I think I've gained some insight into using Chakra." Since earlier, Sasori had felt his dear friend changing, suddenly much more mature and confident. Sasori, only eight years old, instinctively produced an un-poisoned Kunai and handed it to Raizen.
Seeing Raizen take the Kunai, Yahiko and the others tensed again. Raizen inhaled deeply, sliced the bandage with the Kunai's tip, then grasped it with his other hand. He began adjusting the output frequency in his mind: "Wind vortex isolates the palm, 45 Hz AC field, 0.5 A current, eddy-current discharge!" A miraculous scene unfolded, the metal ring at the Kunai's tail, which Raizen held, suddenly began steaming, turning bright red and scorching! Without hesitation, Raizen pressed the glowing ring firmly onto the blood vessel of his right arm! Three seconds! One bleeding spot, three seconds! Fueled by adrenaline, he pressed and lifted five times; the small room filled with the smell of charred flesh. His lips were even bitten through; he finally released and collapsed, convulsing. It hurt like hell!
Sasori never imagined his goofy, always-laughing best friend could be so tough. He also never expected such a method of hemostasis. Five burnt scratches appeared on Raizen's arm, and the bleeding truly stopped! How did he make the Kunai heat up just now? He recalled Raizen only possessed Wind and Lightning Chakra, two conflicting natures?