Hattori , Puppet Tyrant in Sand

If Hattori were not a time-traveler but an ordinary resident of the Shinobi World, he might feel sorrow, anger, and despair at Pakura's death, and even consider taking actions similar to Obito's. But, of course, that "if" doesn't hold true here.

As a seasoned *Naruto* fan, Hattori knew at least two ways to revive the dead—Reanimation Jutsu and Rinne Rebirth.

Reanimation Jutsu has two variations: the Impure World Reincarnation, which requires a sacrifice, and the Self-Reincarnation, which uses the caster as the offering and comes with significant side effects.

As for Rinne Rebirth, it's an ocular jutsu that comes with the evolution of the Sharingan into the Rinnegan, also demanding the caster's life as payment.

But for Hattori, this wasn't an issue.

Ever since learning ninjutsu, his techniques had appeared in the form of skills; they required no hand signs, only MP to cast.

With that setup, "side effects" became a non-issue.

Even in the worst-case scenario, if there were significant repercussions—even the cost of a life—it would be no problem for Hattori.

As long as it wasn't his life on the line, that is.

"Once I'm back in the Sand Village, I'll finish off that scumbag Rasa first, then ask Lady Chiyo for the Self-Reincarnation Technique to see if I can revive Sister Pakura. If that doesn't work, I'll find another way, and if it still fails…" 

At that thought, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

"Well, then I'll have to go after Nagato's eyes!"

Hattori remembered that in the original storyline, Black Zetsu had once manipulated Obito to use the Rinne Rebirth to revive Madara Uchiha.

For someone with the title *Puppet Tyrant*, this would be child's play! Once he mastered the Rinne Rebirth, he could control Nagato to perform the jutsu.

Just like manipulating a sealing puppet!

With a plan set in his heart, Hattori's gaze became resolute, and his grip on Pakura's body no longer trembled.

"Sister Pakura, rest for now. When you awaken, all these problems will be solved—Seal!"

With his quiet command, Pakura, who was resting in his arms, vanished. In her place, a massive sealing curse mark appeared on his chest.

At the center of the mark, the kanji for "corpse" stood stark and alarming.

He had, in fact, made himself a vessel to contain Pakura's sealed body!

The reason for this wasn't out of some twisted mentality; it was because his *Sealing Mastery* allowed him to understand that to preserve a body indefinitely, it had to be nourished by a steady flow of life force.

For him, sealing Pakura inside himself and sharing his life force to nourish her body was the only viable option.

Of course, this approach came with severe side effects. The seal lay precisely over his *Gate of Pain*, one of the Eight Gates for chakra circulation!

With this gate now dedicated to sealing Pakura, his chakra capacity was reduced by more than 20%.

However, for Hattori, a small sacrifice like this meant nothing if it could bring Pakura back to life!

With Pakura sealed inside him, he stood up again and began walking toward the Hidden Mist Village.

"Since I'm here, I'll collect some interest. The pain you caused Sister Pakura—you'll repay it tenfold!"

With those words, he reached down and took a chakra bead from a Mist Shinobi's corpse, then slammed it back into the body with a powerful seal.

Once the seal was completed, the Mist Shinobi's body slowly rose.

Human Manipulation!

As the *Puppet Tyrant*, Hattori was specialized in techniques that manipulated human bodies, allowing him to utilize them with enhanced strength.

Previously, he'd refrained from this out of respect for Lady Chiyo's teachings and his own moral boundaries.

But now, with Pakura's death, that moral boundary had shattered.

Now, he sought only revenge.

With every means available to vent his fury!

Under his command, the corpses of the Hidden Mist's elite shinobi stood up, one by one, transformed into puppet soldiers.

As Hattori left the valley flattened by the Sword of Susano'o, he was trailed by over a dozen pale, lifeless Mist Shinobi puppets wielding long blades.

"Let's go. Let's show the Hidden Mist what happens when they anger me!"

As he spoke, the dozen puppets immediately broke into a sprint.

Under Hattori's control, they moved with agility and speed, utterly unlike the dead!

Soon, they reached the outskirts of the Hidden Mist Village.

Hattori first encountered the village's defense squad, and when they attempted to stop him, he used the most straightforward response—kill!

"Water Style: Hidden Mist Jutsu!"

"Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet!"

"Water Style: Water Cannon!"

One by one, the Mist Shinobi puppets unleashed sealed jutsu, instantly throwing the Mist Village's defense squad into disarray.

Many didn't even understand why their comrades were attacking them.

In their confusion, a voice suddenly rang out from behind.

"Don't panic! It's the enemy's puppet technique. These aren't our allies; they're nothing but corpses. Look closely!"

"…"

Hearing the voice, the defense squad snapped out of their panic and began their counterattack.

But their attacks had little effect; these puppet corpses, being already dead, had no vital points.

Hacking at them did little more than make them look more grotesque, doing little to diminish their fighting power.

In fact, it only deepened the defenders' despair.

At this moment, the speaker shouted again.

"Don't aim for their vitals—attack their limbs to limit their movement, and also…"

*Bam!*

Before he could finish, a water cannon struck his head, silencing him for good.

His dying words, however, prompted the Mist Shinobi to start targeting the puppets' limbs.

Finally, after suffering hundreds of casualties, they managed to hack the puppets into pieces, completely neutralizing their combat capabilities.

Though they'd defeated their formidable enemies, the grim expressions on the faces of the defenders showed how they felt about seeing their fallen comrades used in such a way.

But before they had time to grieve, they witnessed something even more horrifying.

To their shock, the fallen Mist Shinobi killed by the puppets, those who had been part of the defense squad, began to stagger back to their feet, like marionettes.

Blood-stained and grotesque, they faced their former comrades and spoke with chilling calm: "Embrace despair—my revenge has only just begun!"

**(End of Chapter)**