"It's just these little spiders that I did casually! Don't be too happy, little sister... um!" The owl under his feet circled in a circle and slowly rose up, and the birds that had been released earlier also gathered around him.
Darla's side was floating with every move he made.
"Whether you do it casually or intentionally...my painting can depict your death!" Idu's expression attached to Yakumo's face, and the rather refreshing little girl was at this moment
From the beginning, he turned into that murderous monster...
Ido gave her the much-needed power, and he also captured Yakumo's spirit.
"Jie Jie Jie! With such a fragile spirit, let me control the body..." Idu's expression was revealed from the aura around Yakumo, and the black fog slowly formed the body with sharp claws.
Teeth's face.
The evil smile is still there.
"What on earth are you..." Her temperament was completely different from that of the little girl just now, and a deep sense of fear emerged from the bottom of her heart. Although her hands were still making new explosive clay, there was already faint leakage on the back of her hands.
Sweat beads. "No matter what you are, my art... can blow you away to a distance that I can't see! Hmm!" With a slight shake of his head, the two-winged birds jumped out quickly, traveling through several places in a few seconds.
At a distance of ten meters, a chain explosion was triggered immediately.
"It's futile... Humans, damn it!" With the help of Yakumo's ability, Idu also started to scribble and make changes on the drawing board. For a moment, there were lightning and thunder in the tree hole, and there were also many fires. "You just exploded.
...It’s not enough!”
"Hey, do you also know how to use explosions? Do you think... explosions are art? Well! Let me see your art, monster." Deidara stood up on the owl, his legs slightly bent,
He put his hands in his pockets, and there were some remaining two-winged birds behind him.
These flexible explosive clay products are his best way to make up for the difference in attack time.
"My art... no, this is just my ninjutsu and my illusion. That's not how art is defined! So, I want to destroy what you think of as art." Ido is not as squeamish and willful as Yakumo.
, with a hint of caution in the discussion.
"No, no, no, art is an explosion! Art is a moment of beauty...boom!" Deidara waved his hands childishly, and white clay balls popped out of his palms. "Try this, I
The art of detonating clay and detonating bombs...hmm!"
With a flick of his wrist, the small white ball was inadvertently thrown towards Yakumo. However, with a wave of his hand, the black mist flew away as if it were an entity. The explosion also occurred in a place where Yakumo could not be affected at all.
"Your explosion... obviously has no effect?" Ido moved away the black mist that belonged to him as if scratching an itch, manipulated Yakumo's body, and left colorful marks on the drawing board with his pen.
"Do you want to see... the explosion I created? Jie Jie Jie, humans, it's better to die!" Yakumo's eyes flashed fiercely, and his mouth followed the fangs outside, and the voice came from her throat.
It came out.
"Hmm? Now you want to compete with me in art? Okay, no one will be refused! Do you also think that art is the beauty of that moment? There is no one in the entire Iwagakure Village who understands me... I can meet
You are really good!" Deidara jumped up happily, rocking back and forth on the owl's back, holding the remaining clay in his hand, his tongue in the palm of his hand exposed, and his teeth chewing quickly
, white debris splashed out from time to time.
"If you have a fellow ninja, let me show you the strongest ninjutsu I know so far! My explosion... must be something you can't imagine!" The chewing sound only existed in one arm, and the other one has been spit out.
Finished product. "Exploding Clay·Clone!"
There was another person on the owl's back, and its hovering height suddenly dropped.
"What you are talking about...can't be this crude clone, right? My captain's clone is much more spiritual than this clay doll." Yakumo mocked in a low and hoarse voice, but the hand holding the paintbrush was
Don't stop.
"Clay doll? This is also my work of art. It will explode! Bi-winged bird, come on!" The remaining bird next to him took the lead, still chewing slowly with the palm of his right hand, and slowly entangled his tongue in it.
, with an unfinished expression. "Hey... hurry up..."
"If it explodes, it is a work of art? So... real art, aren't you talking about a moment?" Idu stopped the movement of his hands, raised his head, and stared at Deidara's face with questioning eyes.
eyes.
"Is it...a moment? That's right! Art is an explosion...drink!" Just in front of Idu, Deidara detonated a two-winged bird, and the fire light once again illuminated the entire tree hole, illuminating Dida.
La's confident smile, and Idu's terrifying fangs.
"So...these ugly things are not art if they don't explode, right?" Seizing the loophole, Idu no longer suppressed them with strength and directly started psychological warfare.
"No... hmm? They are all my works, my works produced for that moment of explosion! They... are all my art..." Deidara was very confident at first, but slowly
As he spoke, there was some confusion in his tone.
"But... their existence is not just for a moment?" Idu changed to Yakumo's voice, and asked softly with a slightly bewitching tone.
In this situation, as long as Idu can persuade Deidara and disrupt his own heart, then the battle will have been won. Between victory and words, there is no single soldier or soldier.
"Uh... I didn't say they were art itself, right? It's just... they are all bearers of my art, and they were all created by me! So... they are works of art! It's just that art itself is still an explosion!
Drink!" Deidara thought for a few seconds and then came up with a result that satisfied him. He sat down contentedly and glanced at the palm of his right hand from time to time.
Obviously, the ninjutsu that Deidara considered to be a unique move was not ready yet, and the two-winged birds that had flown in front of Idu were still unable to detonate.
"Oh? Is this your definition of art...and works of art? What if I have an instant explosion and don't need so-called works of art?" Ido began to feel that this Iwagakure child was a bit interesting and coaxed the child.
It seemed like a piglet was made on the drawing board, and the entity ran down from the drawing board after inputting chakra.
It's just that a pink piglet has no attraction to boys, and Deidara just sneered at the art in Idu's eyes.
"That's it, huh?" He mercilessly controlled a two-winged bird to fall rapidly, directly hitting the little pink pig's body. "Drink!" He formed a seal with one hand and used the Escape Chakra as a decoy to remotely detonate the bird.
A little bird.
Then the little pink pig was destroyed.
"
What have you done to my art... Kid, are you so ignorant of appreciation? Jie Jie Jie... That really gives me a good excuse to kill you! I'm offended... Yakumo, I'll lend you my genjutsu
Use it!" Yakumo's bright yellow illusion energy surged up crazily, and some changes occurred in the Dantian. The black substance belonging to Ido was completely transformed into illusion energy, and was injected into the screen from his hands uncontrollably.
On the drawing board, the tree hole where they are located is depicted. If you add a few strokes at will, as long as Yakumo's chakra is used as support, you can transform this place as you like...
"That's not art... You said you don't use so-called artwork as a carrier! But... isn't the result still the same?" Deidara looked at Idu and smiled softly. Now in his eyes, Idu
Du was just a scary-looking little monster. How could he be so careless in his first attack against Deidara? He was immediately looked down upon by a child.
"You little bastard... after all, humans still deserve to die!" Idu yelled, suddenly leaving Yakumo and flashing in front of Deidara, with sparks in his breath.
"What do you want... to do? Well! Okay, let me show you my most beautiful art! C2 Dragon!" He manipulated the owl to flash back, leaving behind a dragon three times the size of the owl.
The long tail was hanging on the ground, and the clone quickly jumped on the dragon's head. "Okay, let the clone play with you... Monster, I'm going to appreciate my art! I believe... no matter how far I go,
No matter how far away I am, I can still see the art exhibition here!"
After saying that, Deidara waved his hands and left, leaving the entire battlefield to his clones.
"Drink! But... I don't know how long this clone can last? No matter, art is just an explosion!"
…
"You two, search in the opposite direction to us... Yakumo is also a human being, she will definitely move! She's afraid we'll go in the opposite direction..." Yu Ling pointed behind him, but he didn't find Maru Xinggu at first.
The two clones of Jie turned around and left the team as a matter of course, obediently got into the dense forest, and started looking for each other again.
Yu Ling, on the other hand, was in a place where Maruboshi-senpai couldn't see him. He opened his Sharingan and observed the forest, his brows frowning more and more. "Where on earth could Yakumo be... She has difficulty moving, so she will definitely be there."
Waiting for us somewhere..."
I thought about it in my mind, but I didn't expect where Yakumo could hide for so long.
Either it is too easy to be discovered, or it is too easy to be attacked by wild animals.
"Also... I wonder where that bastard monster went? If he caused harm to people... I wouldn't be able to stop him."
…
"You tell yourselves... what to do with you two?" To these two stubborn old donkeys who were unwilling to hand over their power and couldn't bear to die, Qianju Tobirama decided to ask one last time. Even though his patience had already been worn away.
Although, everyone was present and things were clearly done for everyone’s benefit.
"Since this is already the situation...then kill us! If our death will help the development of Konoha." Koharu suddenly raised his head, as if he was a martyr who suddenly understood his will to die, proudly
shouted loudly.
What greeted her was only the shadow of a cold sword.
The knife fell from his hand, and blood splattered everywhere.