Playing As Gojo Sato Chapter 321

Chapter 321: Chapter 321

"Well, it’s kind of a surprise that you want to learn puppet skills and see

as your teacher."

"I’ve always worked as a teacher, so it’s normal for people to see

as a teacher based on my age."

"I’m not soone who always wants to take advantage! I have friends too."

Hatake Satoru straightened up and said.

After all, listening to Sasori, it seed like he thought wanting to be everyone’s teacher was like taking advantage.

"Aside from rogue ninja who have a hard ti finding close friends, isn’t it normal for an ordinary person like

to have friends?"

Then, Hatake Satoru gave a sly smile and whispered to Sasori.

"?"

I suspect you’re making fun of , but I don’t have proof.

Sasori tilted his head slightly, giving a look that said, "Don’t try to make fun of ."

And, what are you even talking about?

You call that ordinary? If that’s what an ordinary person is, what are they, just cells?

An ordinary person being friends with a rogue ninja, anyone with a normal brain wouldn’t say sothing like that.

Before Sasori could reply, Hatake Satoru patted his shoulder with an understanding look.

"Well, and it’s not like you don’t have any friends, Deidara counts, right? Even if your tastes don’t match, you still get along pretty well, right?"

You are making fun of , and now I have proof.

Sasori frowned in disgust. Even though he knew there was no honey on the hand Hatake Satoru patted him with, he still pushed his hand away a little.

"That kid and I are just teammates, I wouldn’t call us friends."

"Unlike you, you’re full of smooth talk and good at getting along with others."

Hatake Satoru paused when he heard the second half of that sentence. Wow, was that a complint or an insult?

"Well, even though I don’t really understand if you’re praising

or insulting , I’ll just assu you’re praising ."

"But, don’t worry, I have so plans and preparations for that matter."

The "matter" he was talking about was Hidan.

Orochimaru researched Wood Release cells, causing so many unnecessary deaths or other ssed up things.

Hatake Satoru had already thought of a perfect way to completely solve that problem.

That was to retrieve Hidan’s head that was left behind.

After all, he was too lazy to fight Hidan, not because he couldn’t beat him, but because there was no need at all.

Shikamaru still needed him to grind experience points.

After he was done, Hatake Satoru could just go pick up the body.

Hatake Satoru thoughtfully pondered the matter of Hidan, which was related to Shikamaru and the others.

Hatake Satoru wasn’t in Konoha right now, so he couldn’t imdiately know what their missions and plans were.

Honestly, even though he had spies everywhere, he still couldn’t monitor everything in real ti since he was staying here.

Who could guarantee when they would encounter what, especially since the Akatsuki organization’s structure had so problems now.

Who knew what changes might happen.

Hatake Satoru was making rough deductions based on ti.

The dividing point was the ti when Jiraiya and Pain died in battle. He could start from that point, but before that, it was hard for him to have a concrete sense of ti.

Hatake Satoru had a serious expression, as if he was really thinking about sothing.

Just when Sasori thought he was going to say so kind of plan, Hatake Satoru said with a reassuring expression.

"It’ll be a while before the next person cos to make fun of your body size."

Sasori was stunned, and tilted his head as if he didn’t understand.

"You’re such a pain!? Can’t you be normal for once?!"

"I thought you were going to say sothing useful."

Sasori was already tired of having to kill people every ti he opened his mouth. He didn’t want to talk to this person anymore.

The only thing he wanted to do was turn Hatake Satoru into a human puppet right now, so that he would completely lose his ability to speak.

As long as he didn’t open his mouth, Sasori would greatly admire this person.

Whether it was his puppet making skills, his overall thinking and social skills, or even his outstanding strength.

Any one of those things was an impressive feat.

But knowing Hatake Satoru, and talking to him, made you feel like it wasn’t like that at all.

This guy was really annoying!?

Although he could be admired, it was impossible to respect him.

Sasori jumped off the bed angrily. He picked up the wood from the table again and walked outside.

Before leaving, Sasori seed a little awkward as he turned back and said.

"If you wake up, co and guide

in making puppets. I think I’ve made so progress these days."

"Gaara probably can’t get away to see you. I’ll let him know over there."

"There’s no news from Mangetsu Hozuki either. Deidara probably took him to so godforsaken place and dumped him."

Sasori curled his lips, carried a stack of wood, opened the door and walked out.

Hatake Satoru sat on the edge of the bed, the bright and hot sun behind him warming his back.

He turned his head, stretched out his hand, and squinted slightly. The faint light reflected from the bright yellow honey on his fingers.

After getting Hidan’s head, they would start a new business.

From beginning to end, from before until now, they had always been working on dical equipnt, including so random dical devices and drugs.

Also, so drug experints on animal-like beings.

Generally speaking, they hadn’t done any human experints, except for so dical facilities with minimal harm.

Hatake Satoru was waiting for that immortal to be a dical test subject.

He didn’t like involving too many innocent people, especially since most of the doctors here were dedicated to saving lives.

There was no need to do human experints. Since there was soone like Hidan who could be used, he would take the opportunity to use him.

Why not minimize the losses.

However, if Hidan was about to die, then there was another person...

Hatake Satoru thoughtfully pursed his lips, but he did have an absolute trump card.

Hatake Satoru threw the empty bag into the trash can and walked towards the door in his slippers.

He lazily walked into Sasori’s studio. Sasori was sitting at the table, the desk lamp making his hair look a little reflective.

He was also using a special chair, that tall and wide special chair, which Hatake Satoru found a little funny no matter how he looked at it.

Hatake Satoru washed his hands at the sink and turned around to ask.

"What’s going on with Gaara?"

"Being busy is normal, but being extrely busy is a bit strange, right?"

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