The source of your power laid in your soul. You once turned yourself into a puppet, and tried to erase your soul, but you couldn´t do it. I can feel it inside this puppet that you made, where your undying soul dwells inside. But now, you are living flesh, but that´s merely a human shell that has degenerated into a puppet. You were a first rate shinobi puppet master, not some lowlife that allows someone else to manipulate you.

If i´m not mistaken, you used Kabuto as a spy back then. Now he´s the one using you. It´s over when a puppet master is the one being manipulated!

And where it´s you, or kabuto the one that´s controlling you, there´s no way i´m going to lose. Because i´m the ninja puppet master of the real Sasori puppet! Your techniques and the puppets you created will never decay. As long as there are future puppet masters to inherit the soul that resides within them!

That´s is all what he sought in his life, an eternal way of living. This was, truly perfection, and it eased his soul. The soul of the creator resides withing, he´s right, he was always right. From his dead parents up to the death of his dear grandmother caused indirectly by her sacrifice, it was all a cycle. And he fulfilled his.

Not many men die with satisfaction and no regrets, particularly himself, he died with no regrets at all. Perhaps with remorse of not being able to meet his parents one more time; to tell them how much he loved them, in the end it was their death that indirectly brought him to the art of puppetry, he tried to live and be the embodiment of his grandmother´s legacy. He hoped he did so. Now it was time to rest, as he saw the whiteness all around him once more, dressed in white instead of the black robes that he had when back in the human realm, this is the pure realm.

Sasori

He heard voices call him, but he couldn´t make a clear of them, what was it?

Akasuna no Sasori.

He gasped and turned around to glance at a figure, or rather at a shining figure, in white robes, white pupil-less iris-less eyes glancing back at him, long white hair. Where was he?

You´re in the borderline between the pure-realm and a tear in the space-time continuum.

´A tear in the space-time continuum?´

The red haired male thought, he wasn´t a person that much expert in space-time ninjutsu to be able to understand such concepts, his genius relied on other realms of shinobi knowledge and general knowledge ones, the notion of his time here was perhaps less constant and less tense. He wasn´t waiting for anything when coming here again, the alst time he died he was having his life flash before his eyes in different paces and different mometns, akin to watching a movie of yourself from a third point of view.

Akasuna no Sasori, like many children of your time a victim of war and death; you lost your parents at a young age, which in turn caused you to grow cold and detached from life and those that loved you as well, such as your Grandmother Chiyo.

You hated death and chose to seek solace of that loss through seeking immortality and to be surrounded by things that are eternal, however, you understood by the end that, time is an always flowing current and all eternal things, are eternal to the eyes of the beholder and through their meaning, not by how they actually last through time.

He already realized that, no need to repeat it incessantly to his ears, he acknowledges that he was mistaken by allowing himself to be manipulated by Akatsuki, people whom he once perhaps sought out as a home since it was the only thing that he had left, in the end there was a truth in everything about it.

But that´s not why I summoned you here.

He blinked and glanced at the figure, the ever present question to him remained.

"Who are you?"

He asked edgily and without that much trust to the figure, this could be after all another attempt to trample on his soul, his body´s secrets were already taken, what else do many intend to do to him.

I´m death, or perhaps just a phenomena that means the decay of all things, or the own ephemereal false illusion of the end of eternity, an agent of sorrow and pain. What you´ve tried to deny through most of your life, that which you attempted to cheat through the cunning and intelligent use of Kugutsu.

Sasori blinked and glanced as the figure turned from the spectral shining man to its true form, black hooded robes and the darkness in between the all-white scenario, Death feels elated though.

You´re an outstanding genius Akasuna no Sasori, you cheated me for years and preached about eternity…using death bodies as weaponry, akin to a pact of I taking souls and you keeping the bodies. Not many common mortals have the guts to cheat death the way you did, in the end…you are here with me.

He closed his eyes, imminently he never thought he´ll meet death in person, it was perhaps something life-shattering and changing, dulling himself and opening his eyes rather sharply.

"Do you seek retribution for my crimes against the life-death cycle then?"

He wasn´t a patient man, if he was to face torture for all eternity, might as well not delay it any further with useless speech.

·Chuckle·

Death Laughed at the red haired puppeteer´s sentence, did the boy believed he was angered?

My job is not to judge, I only guide souls like you to a new life while granting you a wish.

"Why would you grant a wish to the one that so vehemently spitted your concept at the face?"

·Chuckle· I presumed you wanted to know why. You were innocent and oblivious to the true nature of your allies and their goal, you skipped from one house to another attempting to find what all humans try to have, belonging. You knew the goal, but not the plan; at the same time, your own intervention caused many lives to be, saved.

The red haired male snorted.

Through the assassination of the Third Kazekage, you allowed for the Fourth Kazekage to step up and grant Suna a stable Fifth Kazekage and also the Shinobi Alliance a stable and peace-seeking Grand Commander and the first true friend to Uzumaki Naruto.

Not really understanding what Death was stating he instead glanced at the horizon with some slight retort.

"But I took so many lives, why would i? Sasori of the Red Sands, would deserve a second chance?"

Asking to the phenomena of death itself with a confused look to that, the very being instead stated out with an honest answer.

The lives you took and the path you followed, matters not to me, those lives you took in the end lead to thousands if not millions of others to survive. Your very actions gave to your village indirectly a more stable leadership, your own actions caused many other important lives to be saved, your interventions caused a war to be won, a war that if lost would´ve led to the end of the Shinobi World as it is known. Now let me hear your wish, it could be anything; powers, anything.

Were his actions that much of a change of tide in the war? Did his own actions in the end were the nails that settled Akatsuki´s coffin, he chuckled and facepalmed himself realizing afterwards, by murdering the Third Kazekage the fourth ascended and the Shukaku was bared, that lead to Konoha and Suna´s relationship being once again strong through Gaara´s friendship with Naruto and in the end, it prevented many tragedies in the long run.

"Powers? I didn´t had powers at all ever."

Sasori stated truthfully to Death itself whom rose an eyebrow and smirked.

Not all worlds contain chakra, you can wish for powers but those cannot be too much. I can give you three choices only though; you either pick only one option of all others; your innate Uzumaki expertise of Fuinjutsu, your Kugutsu no Jutsu abilities you had before your first death or a personal surprise of mine, pick wisely.

"Wait, so I don´t get to keep my Kugutsu Knowledge and Abilities?"

He asked to the God of Death whom chuckled out and spoke out mirthfully.

Of course not, as I stated before not all worlds have chakra and those bodies you stole and turned into puppets have all been claimed by your home village, therefore in away, interventions would have to be done for you to go to another life with all what you had in your past life.

´In other words, wasting a valuable gift in bringing possessions that could´ve been modified already. The innate expertise of Fuinjutsu wouldn´t be a bad ability, however as he said it, won´t be useful in worlds without chakra, so it´s screwed. My abilities in Kugutsu no jUtsu as have shown throughout my life can only take me so far also in a chalra-less world those abilities would grow rusted in search for a method of chakra-less kugutsu which if no energy is assured for the link is useless.´

Sasori thought his decision briefly before finally speaking out.

"I pick the surprise; Fuinjutsu would be useless in a chakra-less context and all of my former articles are being used by others, taking them with me would be a stain to the legacy they represent. Therefore, I cannot allow myself to stain on the very eternity they represent."

Death itself smiled at him wisely.

Hmm, this world I´m sending you to has no chakra, so your powers will need to have the ability to get used to magic as it´s the source of this world´s power. As for the surprise, you´ll sooner or later realize the potential you´ll possess.

"I see then, would this magic, be difficult to master?"

After all, he relished in Charka control to perform many of his innate abilities and have a tip-top shape, would it be that hard?

Magic is very different from chakra, so, yes, it´ll be difficult for you to learn at first. There´s also something you should be aware of, the world i´ll send you is still a young world.

"A young world?"

It´s span of time since it´s creation is short.

"Why cannot just send me back to the Shinobi world? Why is tehre a need for me to live in a new world?"

He asked to Death whom instead spoke out, as it formed a dark vortex.

That would cause too much panic and confusion, imagine if a boy is born, for example, in Kirigakure; who has a genius level intellect with an unprecedented level of geniality in the craft of puppets and war automatons. Suna would immediately demand for conflict when they grow aware that their sacred and treasured puppet technique is now known by Kirigakure.

As the master of puppets glanced at the God of death glanced at the vortex with curiousity.

"I apologize, but, what are you doing?"

The red haired male asked rather estranged at the robbed man glancing into the vortex.

Looking for whomever is going through childbirth in this world…mmm, I can guarantee that you might think you actually deserve this fate, but I think actually those who don´t know the truths about you think that this is where you would´ve ended up when you died.

Sasori though instead closed his eyes and with respect bowed, he had on his face a kind-smile, ever since his death he was prone to smile more.

"Thank you for everything you´ve done for me."

You´re welcome, now go. Your new life awaits.

Gesturing to the portal, the young man walked forward and when he felt a hand on his back, he felt as if his body shrunk down in size, and he was curled up in a ball. In a tight space the walls were soft and he could feel everything shift around him, wet, warm. A strange cool warmth he enjoyed somehow. He couldn´t open his eyes.

Soon everything turned still, his heart started to grow steadier and he closed his eyes, choosing to calm himself down in between the darkness, wet and warm feeling he felt, he couldn´t open his eyes for a reason, as he felt his pulse, he realized it, he was in the womb once more, the process of rebirth. He closed his eyes and was almost brought to tears, his parents, he never remembered nor he managed to associate such a thing in his memory by the time they died through mysterious means, he was an orphan in the eyes of the world and he claimed it as such.

Sasori was never an emotional person, he was an emotionless monster in the eyes of many and even he did such, at least…he used to. The water started to leak and he closed his eyes, on his lips a sincere smile, the process of birth, being alive and conscious through it had to be…beautiful. As he felt being pushed away, he tried to get out also and put some effort in this as his mother also did, as he finally got out.

All What he met were a pair of big golden eyes and a pair of human gray eyes, the bearer of such golden eyes a gigantic dragon and the one of Gray eyes, a young woman which looked too young to give birth.

Dragon Gods, powerful beings which rule the world from the shadows and are the top tier strongest being in the universe, in such dimensional gap a family lives, could be called perhaps dysfunctional or not, a young red haired child, four year old and playing with a pair of big stuffed dragons, one red with gold eyes and the other one black with gray eyes, both of European design, around him there were other dragon-like stuffed toys of a red dragon with green eye and a white dragon with blue eyes, a cerulean blue dragon, a golden wing-less dragon and so on; the boy informally has been educated in the Draconic Culture ever since his birth, subconsciously of course by his parents.

The boy instead went to a book and started to read it once more, under the watchful eyes of two gigantic dragons; one crimson red with golden eyes and the other one with gray eyes both of them gigantic, the space was immense and clearly their form could easily fit in the Dimensional Gap, in such space a rustic house with barest necessities was made, only a bed and a few other utilities for the young boy whom slowly started to grow.

"Mother, Father."

Sasori turned towards both of his parents and the eyes of such dragons, which always fascinated him grew emotional, he opened his arms wide. Both dragons without any retort approached their heads to their son, a young red haired boy, his shaggy styled strange messy red hair was similar to Great Red´s color, so vivid and full of life and a pair of gray eyes taken from the Infinity Dragon itself, both beings still shocked that in one of their encounters such a thing managed to come out of Ophis, after going through pregnancy.

In the end, the now Dragon Goddess and mother of a young child saw the boy as a portion of herself and thus claimed possession of it, yet he smelled like Great Red, which to it was something weird, the boy´s stench was that of herself and great red mixed, creating a strange lingering smell that didn´t caused her displeasure or distaste at all.

"Can I learn magic?"