Human Puppet Rasa, the Trap to Bury Hanzo

Wind Country, Sunagakure. Endless yellow sand stretched toward the horizon as far as the eye could see. There were always people who loved this country and compared it to a woman. Her hair was golden. When one placed a hand within it, desert winds seemed to brush across the back of the hand, carrying clusters of golden sand—dry, gentle, and tickling as they swept against the body.