BloodyCrystal: The next one up! This one is sometime during or after the time-skip.
Control
He twitched his fingers; his puppet(s) twitched their fingers. He stepped forward; so did they. They followed his every movement, showing off his perfect control of them. He smirked at his opponents, silently daring them to try attacking him. They lunged at him, taking the bait.
It was hard not to laugh at the fools as Karasu closed in on them, killing them with ease. He watched the blood seep down Kuroari's sides. As usual in these border rumbles, he had won.
Not that he didn't mind the chance to flex his puppets, of course. He loved giving them a good workout, true, but he also liked showing off his talent. He had near-perfect control and well-built puppets, and there was nothing wrong with being proud of that. Talent was prized in Suna, alongside pride (or arrogance), and had both in spades.
It was all about control.