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Darello yawned before before placing the scroll below the wooden counter in a small lock box. "What's wrong here?" he asked solemnly.

Darello looked at the arm again, wondering why the boy needed to talk in private about it. Was there really a point? The workshop was empty, and to most people, including himself, it was just a normal puppet arm with not much meaning. Just a kunai shooter and a chakra shield. His expressionless face turned to the door, no one entered but the crackling wind through the small crevices around the rim of the door. They were alone.

"I don't think we have to go to the warehouse, just to speak of this arm." he said, not mockingly, but quite transparent in feeling.

"OK" Darello spoke, standing up and walking into the back and entering his workshop leaving the door open for Michael to follow.

Darello sought out his desk among the outgoing spikes and the such that over hanged from the puppets simply hanging or laying along the walls. The man looked over at the confused boy, he could just imagine the excitement but the weariness of this founding. Obviously, the boy was an orphan and didn't know much of his family. But the youth, not much younger than himself, got Darello thinking. They were quite similar: both of their parent's were "dead"; they were both puppeteers and both of their families were also in the trade. "Me and you are not so different," Darello said as he sat down, and picked up his cup of tea that he had left there a week ago. It's inhabitants was bubbling, and was extremely cold despite the warm room.

Darello, who rested in his chair, held out his hand for the boy to pass him the wooden arm. He picked up a magnifying glass, as he waited for the arm to rest in his large, rough hands. Brewery and Puppet Arsenal seemed to look over the man's shoulder, almost as if they were being controlled by their own curiosity.

Darello also wanted to show Michael something, one of his own inventions, some of his own jutsu. But first, he wanted to wait for the other member of the Puppet Brigade to arrive.

Darello took the arm and suddenly started working on it. He pulled out a map of Wind Country, and looked at the supposed map. "Where does this start?" he asked Michael, now oblivious to Michael's before question. He wondered where the map starts so he can find this supposed warehouse and send a squad out to it.

He looked over the extremely average kunai launcher, and searched through the compartment in which the kunai were kept. Poison just pooled in with ease.

"What are you planning to do with this arm?"

"So, somewhere in Suna?" he asked himself, pressing his fingers and wiping the Suna symbol simply formed into the coils. This map, could just well be useful. "We must send a platoon out to the warehouse." he said simply, a lack of enthusiasm shrouded around his demeanour.

As the boy spoke about his grandfather and find the benefit to the nation, it just seemed far-fetched. To be honest, who the hell cares?

"Aye, I know that. I mean the arm itself. Once we've found this warehouse, are you just going to leave it?" he said as he looked over at the map laying flat on the table. The map that Darello owned was rather special. Darello let chakra seep into the map, and it would crook wherever the was a mountain, and become wet wherever there was water.

Pointing to a distinct area in the map, he found what he thought was the whereabouts of the warehouse.

"What do you know of your Grandfather's work?" he asked.

Darello considered the name Honchurue, a crazy experimentalist if he read it right in the History of Puppetry. The name definitely popped as outstanding, but the use of metal puppets were always classed as too dangerous due to increasing numbers of Jiton users between the 5 great nations of the Ninja World. "Metal eh?" he spoke to himself once again, the thought of it was incredible and yet futile.

"Of course, you may even co-lead it while you're at it young lad."

"Yes, imagine this, Jiton users approached you. They took the puppet, or rather de constructed it with magnetism. What do you do then?" he said plainly. Despite his worries being premature, Darello is always up for planning.

"Please don't be excited too badly, multiple ninja are there to be led by you, and if they die. It's on your head as much as it is mine." he said, hopefully striking fear into the seemingly excitable young man.