Naruto:Suna Shinobi

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Though crude, it was a complete puppet. All parts of Wisdom Tooth No. 1 were crafted from Hiriito's own body tissue, giving it a high degree of chakra compatibility and making it effortless to control.

[Puppet Name]: Wisdom Tooth No. 1

[Comprehensive Parameters]:

Height: 2.3 cm

Weight: 4.5 g

Material: Bone material, biological keratin, and connective tissue

Energy Source: None

Operation Method: Chakra threads

[Puppet Rating]: D-

[Overall Evaluation]: Almost no combat capability. A crude and extremely basic puppet that is easy to manipulate.

Despite its simplicity, Wisdom Tooth No. 1 carried Hiriito's hope of escaping from Arkham Asylum.

Of course, relying solely on such a weak puppet to escape wasn't practical. His edge lay in his ninja skills, puppet mastery, and sharp intelligence.

"This requires careful planning and more information."

Hiriito focused his chakra threads on the tiny puppet, easily maneuvering it through the air and into a ventilation duct just ten centimeters in diameter.

For now, Wisdom Tooth No. 1 would remain hidden there. He would eventually learn a perception-based ninjutsu to scout the asylum, using the puppet to gather intel and look for escape opportunities.

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Outside his cell, Hiriito noticed the guards suddenly becoming alert. Their headsets buzzed, and they quickly switched the safeties off their weapons, forming a defensive line near the corridor entrance.

"What's happening?"

Black Mask pressed his face against the bulletproof glass of his door, trying to see outside.

From the far end of the corridor came faint, chaotic noises that grew louder by the second.

"Ahaha! Bats! There you are!"

"Batman, I'm going to rip you apart!"

Black Mask's face lit up with excitement. "The Joker? That guy's here too?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Black Mask slapped the glass door in glee. "Did you hear that, Puppet Master? The Bat's here! If I ever get out, I'm going to tear him to pieces!"

Nearly every inmate in Arkham was an obsessive fan of Batman, willing to go to any lengths to gain his attention. Black Mask was no exception.

Hiriito, however, kept his thoughts to himself, watching the unfolding situation carefully. Could this be an opportunity?

The heavy iron gate at the far end of the corridor creaked open, revealing four armed guards escorting a man restrained on a tilted board.

A flash of dark purple and a familiar deranged grin entered the room. The Joker, with his signature makeup and unsettlingly exaggerated expression, sauntered in as if he owned the place.

Behind him was a towering man in a bat suit.

"Batman! I'm going to rip you apart!"

Black Mask was almost frothing at the mouth as he pounded on the glass, staring at the hero with unhinged devotion.

"Oh, hey! Black Mask! Long time no see!" The Joker tilted his head dramatically, his smile widening. "I knew you were a big Bat-fan. Look, Batman! You're so popular here! You belong with us, don't you? You're just another psycho like the rest of us!"

The guards ignored his taunts as they wheeled him toward the elevator at the end of the corridor.

Batman, stoic as ever, paused by the cells, his piercing eyes scanning each inmate. His gaze lingered briefly on Hiriito and Black Mask before moving on.

Hiriito remained calm, masking any emotions that could betray his plans. This doesn't feel right. The Joker was captured far too easily.

As the Joker was escorted into the elevator, Batman turned to Dean Sharp over his communicator. "Take me to the monitoring room. I want to see for myself that the Joker is locked up properly."

The heavy iron gate clanged shut behind Batman.

"Stop shouting. He's gone," Hiriito said flatly to Black Mask.

Black Mask scowled but stepped back from the glass, his eyes still burning with an unhinged hatred.

"When the Joker breaks out, don't waste time following him. Focus on escaping," Hiriito added, retrieving Wisdom Tooth No. 1 from the vent with a chakra thread.

"What?" Black Mask turned toward him, his expression shifting from confusion to excitement.

"Arkham has never been able to keep the Joker contained," Hiriito said quietly. "When he's here, it's like he's home. There are only two reasons for him to come in voluntarily—either he's bored or…"

"Or?" Black Mask leaned closer.

"…he's setting a trap for the Bat."

Black Mask's face lit up with understanding and anticipation.

Hiriito's suspicions were confirmed minutes later.

Batman shattered the window of the monitoring room and leapt out. Meanwhile, Harley Quinn infiltrated Arkham's control center with help from corrupt Gotham Police Chief Frank Bourne.

Inmates were released en masse, flooding the asylum's halls. The Joker's cell opened, and so did Hiriito's and Black Mask's.

"What do Arkham's prisoners do when they're freed?" Hiriito muttered to himself. "They target the one who brought them here."

The Joker's voice echoed through the asylum's speakers.

"Oh, Bats! What a wonderful show I've prepared for you! You're the star, and I'm the director! But don't worry, no interruptions—I've planted twenty bombs around Arkham Island. If anyone sets foot outside…"

The recording cut off with a distorted laugh.

But the real Joker wasn't on the asylum's upper floors. He strolled through Arkham's lower levels, humming cheerfully. Just as Hiriito had predicted, the Joker treated Arkham like home. He knew every hallway and cellblock like the back of his hand.

"Alright, listen up!" The Joker's voice crackled through the radio again. "Tonight's show has one goal: kill the Bat! Whoever gets him first gets the lead role in my next masterpiece!"

Hiriito glanced at Black Mask. The chaos had begun.

(End of Chapter 10)