"Look, baa-san! I have a hundred now!" Sasori pointed excitedly to the hundred crude wooden figures lined up neatly on the floor, not one out of place.
Chiyo’s eyes crinkled in a warm smile. “That’s amazing, Sasori. Did you make them all yourself?”
The boy nodded proudly. “I did.”
"I don’t believe you," his grandmother teased.
"Did too!" Sasori pouted, "I’m gonna use them all to beat up this country, right here!" His little hand gestured to the upturned cups and bowls.
Ah. So what’s what he’d been doing with the kitchenware, Chiyo thought.
Displaying his early prowess with chakra strings, Sasori moved ten or fifteen of his little wooden soldiers at a time, tossing them recklessly at his constructed country.
"Akasuna no Sasori defeats an entire nation!" he proclaimed proudly, "As a reward…"
He looked to Chiyo eagerly. “Can I have cookies?”
I don’t know whether I want to laugh or cry.