Prologue: A New Body for an Old Soul
"This is not the first time I have been brought back from the dead, but I can't imagine a reason for me to be brought back as a little girl."
As the two men in front of him stared at him in shock his mind began whirring to life. He began to remember.
He remembers great battles and hundreds of puppets, and thousands of designs, many, if not all masterpieces. He remembers his grandmother and the young pink haired kunoichi and he remembers Death. He remembers opening darkened eyes to the sounds of another war. Brought back to fight again amongst the thundering roars of the Juubi in the distance. He remembers the fledgling puppet master defeating him with his own puppet body. He was oddly content at seeing his work pass on. Immortal in the hands of his old village to forever be used by the great puppet masters of the desert.
He remembers the Grimm. Always baying at the doorsteps of mankind. These memories odd and disconnected from himself. As if looking on from high above. Or through the lens of a camera. He remembers thousands of theories about aura and semblance. And yet he has never heard the term before.
Sasori could recognize what he was. His schematics stored within the powerful supercomputer that was his brain. He was a new machine with an old soul. A soul of a puppet.
"I think we will have much to discuss over the following days... Father."