Chapter 9: Cheiranthus Lucanus

Sasori the puppet man was interesting, to say the least. He was Orochimaru's partner and was actually made of wood. It would be cool if it wasn't so darn creepy. I met him one day when he came to chastise Orochimaru for being late. For someone who has all the time in the world, he sure is darn impatient.

His views on art were cool, too. According to him, true art was eternal. Like his puppets. Creepy but cool. I wave to him as he enters the clearing.

"Hi."

"Greetings, Sakura-san," he nods to me. I hold out his flower; the meaning is ironic to me, after all. Though he'll probably just preserve it in resin.

"Flower?" I inquire and hold it out – a cheiranthus lucanus. He grabs it and pretends to smell it with his wooden nose.

"Thank you, little one." He leaves taking the "enduring beauty" with him.

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