farewell , konoha

Chapter 67 Art is...

Outside Iwa Ninja Village.

At this time, Deidara had not yet tied up his conspicuous high ponytail, and only had bangs that covered his eyes. He was still a simple and handsome young man who liked to play with mud art.

"Hey, Deidara Nissan, are these things really that interesting?"

Kurotsuchi sat on one side, dangling his legs and holding his face, looking at Deidara playing in the mud, his mouth slightly pouted and his face bulging, as if he was a little dissatisfied.

Deidara, who was having fun playing with the clay, didn't pay any attention to Kurotsuchi's expression, and didn't even turn his head, just minding his own business.

"Kurotsuchi, these things are always interesting, especially at the moment of explosion, they are simply the most beautiful things in the world."

With a slightly excited expression, Deidara proudly introduced Kurotsuchi to the joy of playing in mud.

It's very similar to the time when a young girl in love was faced with a straight man who didn't waver at all, and was pulled by him to introduce something that he was not interested in at all.

After being introduced to Deidara for a while, Kurotsuchi's dissatisfaction became more and more obvious on his face. His swollen face, pouted mouth, as if he could hang an oil bottle, and his restless legs were flying in the air.

Kick, it seems the target is Deidara.

So in the end, he finally shouted in dissatisfaction: "Deidara Nissan, I finally ran out to play with you, but you ended up playing with your mud here!"

"I'm back!"

Kurotsuchi jumped down from where he was sitting and headed towards the Iwa Ninja Village without looking back.

Deidara was left stunned, still holding the clay bird in his hand, as if he was planning to give it to Kurotsuchi to play with.

Seeing the other party go back without looking back, Deidara scratched his head and felt puzzled: "He came here looking after his own business and went back looking after his own business. I really don't understand this guy Kurotsuchi."

He looked at the clay bird in his hand and murmured: "Bird! Bird, let me see your beauty!"

With a gentle push, the clay bird seemed to come to life, spreading its wings and hovering in the air, and then...

Bang!

Asuka exploded!

The dazzling light and surging sound made Deidara intoxicated.

This moment, as bright as a shooting star, was the most extreme art in his life, and nothing could compare to this art.

ah!

This flame!

Such power!

He wants to create more. How can such art be limited to just a flying bird?

As he made another clay bird and flew up, a green figure suddenly flashed in the air, piercing through the clay bird like lightning.

There was no sound, light, or explosion. The clay bird seemed to have become real clay and stuck to the green vines. This made Deidara frown and look along the vines.

A man and a woman, two people wearing red clouds and black robes appeared here at some unknown time, and the vines came out of the hands of the man among them.

As the vines shrank, the clay bird landed on the man's hand. He only heard the man looking down at the clay bird and shaking his head.

"Asuka...no!"

This immediately made Deidara alert, and he secretly urged the bird to explode, but there was no movement.

The rope tree felt the trace of Deidara's unique explosive escape chakra, extracted it and slowly digested it.

He remembered that this guy's clay bomb was said to be a secret technique in the early stage, but later it became a blood successor. Now it seems that it is a blood successor's limited ability, the ability to escape from explosions.

After just a moment of swallowing, the rope tree injected chakra into the clay bird, causing it to swell immediately.

The cute fat bird flapped its wings and flew up unsteadily. In Deidara's eyes, it exploded into different colors with a roar.

Shining in Deidara's eyes, it was light, light of different colors, Hikari!

Just this performance immediately lowered Deidara's vigilance a lot.

As long as they are the same kind of people who play explosive art, they are definitely not bad people, so...

Deidara suppressed the excitement of the exchange and said warily: "Who are you?"

The rope tree looked at him and said slowly: "The rope tree, the thousand-hand rope tree!"

At the same time, he extended his hand and continued: "Are you interested in becoming our partner?"

"partner?"

Deidara looked puzzled. Although he liked playing with mud, he was not stupid.

"Why are you looking for me? If you don't explain, I won't join you!"

Deidara put his hands in his pockets, chewing clay with his mouth.

Shengshu's eyes fell slightly on his hands. To be honest, he was a little confused. Are the mouths on these hands natural? Or are they mutated through later practice? They are really abnormal.

Even a pervert like him finds it perverted!

"Purpose?"

Shengshu repeated, and finally explained: "Let the world be reformed. Will this answer satisfy you?"

Deidara curled his lips, showing a bored expression, then took out a hand, and the mouth on his hand chewed out a spider crawling on the palm of his hand.

He said arrogantly: "I'm not satisfied. What does this nonsense have to do with me? My only pursuit in life is art, and art is..."

"explode!"

Nao Shu said these words first, which made Deidara stunned. He looked at him in surprise and grinned.

"I seem to like you a little now!"

The corner of Shengshu's mouth twitched, this guy is really straightforward and quite cute.

Looking at Deidara, he said, "Let me put it another way. Are you willing to pursue greater art with me?"

"After all, your art can't be developed here, and there's no place to practice it, right?"

Deidara stared at the rope tree, seeming to be thinking about the feasibility. As an apostate genius, his thinking is always different from ordinary people.

After all, they are smart, and their knowledge and ideas are all unconstrained.

At this time, the rope tree also stretched out his hand, and a small bird made of chakra flew out of his palm, hovering in the sky.

He tilted his head slightly, pointed at a large rock in the distance, and the bird circled away.

Snapped!

Snapping his fingers, a huge roar mixed with air waves swept over, which made Deidara's eyes widen a bit, radiating light, almost saying, Coach, I want to learn this.

Even so, he suppressed his excitement and trembled slightly: "Art, this is art, perfect art!"

He quickly asked: "How did you do it? Can I learn from you? I agreed to be a companion."

"I have long been impatient in the village. They don't understand my pursuit of art at all, and they don't appreciate my art at all."

Deidara said, his tone changed again, with a bit of hesitation on his face, and then he said.

"However, the old man is very kind to me. If I were asked to deal with the village, I would not do it."

Naoki smiled softly and said with interest: "Then I will let you be the Tsuchikage from now on, will you do it?"

Deidara was stunned and blurted out: "Tsuchikage? Not interested, not interested!"

He has no interest in being a Tsuchikage, he just wants to pursue art, and art is...

explode!

py transaction in progress...

"Nikko Konoha"

It is the author of two million-word books on Naruto, "Naruto, are you all good at self-strategy" and "The Sword in Naruto". Those who are interested can read it.

Speaking of which, Deidara's hands and mouth are natural or modified?

(End of chapter)