Chapter 165: Deidara's Itchy Hands
Chapter 165: Deidara's Itchy Hands
While the Land of Waves was a small country, its feudal lord was still a figure of significant stature.
Although the feudal lords of other countries did not come to pay their respects in person, they nonetheless sent delegations to express their condolences.
By the time these emissaries arrived, the funeral hall for the Lord of the Waves had already been constructed.
It is worth mentioning that while the Lord of the Waves may have been despicable, he had a rather refined sense of aesthetics.
Not only was the newly built feudal lord's mansion a blend of opulence and artistic flair, but even the funeral hall, established within the original building, exuded an unorthodox beauty.
At that very moment, a certain blond-haired youth happened to be passing by in the sky above, and he felt a tingling sensation in his hands.
"These buildings are quite beautiful. While their artistic merit doesn't come close to a tenth of mine, they're still not bad enough to catch my eye. Hmm!"
Deidara, who would forsake everything for the sake of art, was seated atop his Clay Bird, gazing down at the distinctive architecture with a satisfied nod.
Having recently scoured the coastal areas in a fruitless search for any traces of the Three-Tails, he was in dire need of some artistic appreciation to alleviate the monotony of his dull mood.
And how does one appreciate art, you ask?
Why, with explosions, of course!
When one is inspired, one must act.
And so, Deidara, after making the necessary preparations, immediately hurled dozens of explosive clay balls from the sky, shouting excitedly.
"Art is an explosion! Yah!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The explosive clay balls rained down like falling petals, landing all over the feudal lord's mansion. In an instant, deafening explosions reverberated relentlessly.
Countless structures were instantly reduced to ashes, and the remaining buildings, akin to dominoes, collapsed in segments under the intense shockwaves.
Soon, thick plumes of smoke, like colossal dragons, rose from the ruins, soaring skyward.
"Now this is art! Yeah!"
Deidara gazed down at his handiwork with a look of satisfaction.
The contrast between the former opulence and the present ruins, that fleeting moment of transformative beauty, was undeniably captivating and imbued with artistic allure.
"As I thought, Sasori has strayed from the path. The notion of eternal beauty is absolutely misguided! I must convince him to abandon his misguided ways. Yeah!"
Deidara, feeling increasingly resolute about his artistic path, took one last admiring glance at his freshly completed artwork before patting his behind, ready to depart.
Suddenly, a furious roar emerged from within the ruins.
"Who dares?!?"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Izumo clan members burst out of the smoke, their arms clutching the newly appointed four-year-old lord, along with several others.
Their gazes quickly landed on the white bird in the sky, and the figure of Deidara sitting atop it.
"Was all this your doing?"
Hayabusa, the leader of the Izumo clan, felt his face twitch. He first scanned the ruins of the feudal lord's mansion and then looked up at Deidara, his killing intent palpable as he asked the question.
He never could have imagined that while they were comfortably residing in the feudal lord's mansion, explosions would suddenly erupt all around them.
If not for their swift reactions, it would have been questionable whether they'd still be standing here.
Fortunately, after the death of the feudal lord, the numerous maids and servants who had been forced to stay had already been dismissed.
As for the remaining individuals, while they had engaged in acts of bullying and oppressing women, the minor casualties were of little consequence.
The only exception was the future four-year-old lord.
Hayabusa anxiously glanced at the young lord in his arms, seeing that he had merely fainted from the shock and suffered no apparent physical harm, he breathed a sigh of relief.
However, at that moment, one of his teammates delivered some unwelcome news: "Leader, we can't find the body of the previous lord."
Hayabusa: "..."
'Couldn't be found' meant that the body had been blown to smithereens, beyond any possibility of reconstruction.
That feudal lord truly met a tragic end, even in death, finding no peace.
Ah well, if he's been blown to bits, then so be it.
They could just find another corpse and place it there for the visitors to pay their respects.
He didn't know if the blonde youth held a grudge against the Feudal Lord of the Land of Waves or if his true target was the group backing the country.
If it was the latter, then the attacker must be aware of certain matters.
With this thought, Yuyi Ming quietly signaled to his team, indicating that they must not let this person escape.
However, Deidara's next words left Yuyi Ming baffled.
In response to the inquiry, Deidara proudly admitted with his hand on his hip, "Everything that just happened? Of course, it was me! So, what do you think? Isn't this artwork beautiful? Hmm?"
"Artwork?" Yuyi Ming wondered if he had heard incorrectly.
Noticing the expression on Yuyi Ming's face, Deidara frowned slightly, "Hey, hey, hey. As an artist, it's only natural that I create my art. Is there a need to be suspicious? Hmm?"
"So, you're saying that you're an artist, and the reason you destroyed the Feudal Lord's mansion is because it's a work of art?" Yuyi Ming tried to piece things together.
"No! No!" Deidara quickly rebutted, "The Feudal Lord's mansion is not a work of art. It's the moment of its disappearance that is art! True art is beautiful and fleeting! Hmm!"
After hearing this, Yuyi Ming finally understood.
There was no revenge, no attempt to uncover those backing the Land of Waves.
It was simple.
"Another madman!"
The ninja world had no shortage of insane individuals.
But this was the first time Yuyi Ming had encountered someone who considered destruction as beauty and art.
The more abnormal this person was, the more they couldn't let him go.
As ninjas ostensibly hired by the Feudal Lord of the Land of Waves, they had to not only provide an explanation for the destroyed mansion but also needed to address a very important point.
This blonde-haired youth with a screw loose was a rare ninja with flight capabilities.
If he continued to loiter in the area, there was a chance he might discover the secret of the airborne fortress.
Therefore, Yuyi Ming signaled with a wave of his hand.
The Xuan Yuan crowd of ninjas, who had been prepared for this moment, immediately took action.
"Wind Style: Wind Slash Technique!"
A massive wind blade, like a scythe, swiftly cut through the air towards the clay bird beneath Deidara's feet.
"Hey, hey, hey. Are you feeling jealous of my artistic prowess and planning to make a move? Hmm?"
As Deidara spoke, he calmly maneuvered the bird to dodge the attack.
However, he underestimated the Wind Style prowess of the Xuan Yuan ninja.
Shred!
The wind blade made a sharp turn and accelerated, instantly severing one of the clay bird's wings.
Deidara stumbled, and as he was about to fall, the mouth on his palm quickly chewed something.
Soon, he spat out a small clay bird.
Deidara casually tossed it, and it transformed into a giant bird like the previous one, lifting him up once again.
"Wind Style: Vacuum Waves!"
"Wind Style: Net!"
"Wind Style: Tornado Hurricane!"
At this moment, wind-style ninjutsu from the other Xuan Yuan ninjas continued to assail Deidara.
This time, Deidara became more serious. He personally manipulated the clay bird, skillfully performing various evasive maneuvers.
"These guys are actually quite strong." Deidara glanced at the five people below and didn't mind playing with them a little longer.
"But we need to change the battlefield."
Deidara controlled the clay bird and flew towards the distance.
The Xuan Yuan crowd naturally pursued him relentlessly.
(End of Chapter)
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