Island of 1,000 Condiments

The substitution branch lay poisoned & dying from where Kakuzu had previously rested. From Sasori’s standing, the true Kakuzu dashed upstream of the mud river. Yet again, the immortal fanned across the board of hand signs. One after another, they came along until his pointer & middle finger were up to his face. An outward burst of chakra followed, "Doryuudan!" From the call rose of face of a dragon slowly making shape in the river - down to the detail of a glowing orange eye of chakra.

-Blast-

The dragon fired off shots of hardened mud toward Sasori.

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