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Chapter 171: Not Interested in Deviating from the Mainstream
Chapter 171: Not Interested in Deviating from the Mainstream
As Deidara slowly regained consciousness, he cautiously kept his eyes closed and surveyed his surroundings. He found himself lying in a large hall, surrounded by a group of strange old men who were staring at him with curious expressions.
His instincts kicked in, and he clenched his buttocks involuntarily.
No way! Am I about to experience that? he thought. While he considered himself an artist, he had always stayed within the boundaries of the mainstream. He had absolutely no interest in the deviant preferences of certain niche artists.
Whenever he encountered such individuals, he would explode with rage and detonate them, cleansing the art world of their toxic presence.
Could it be that I'm about to face retribution for my actions? Deidara worried.
Just then, he overheard a conversation between some of the strange old men:
"You know, this young lad here has such delicate skin and a face that fits our characteristics. He truly is one of us!"
'Who says I'm one of you?' Deidara raged internally.
"Then let's keep him here. He can help continue our lineage."
'It's over! Am I going to be both a troublemaker and a breeding pig for them?' Deidara felt a chill run down his spine.
"I disagree! This boy looks rather unruly and stubborn. I doubt he'll be obedient."
"Then we'll just have to beat and scold him. After all, a stick saves a spoiled child, doesn't it?"
'Beat and scold...' Deidara fell silent.
"Let's give it a try. If it doesn't work out, we can always bury him afterward."
'They want to use me and then bury me afterward,' Deidara finally snapped.
"You shameless old fools! Go to hell, all of you! Humph!"
Deidara rose angrily, intending to take them by surprise and finish off this group of troublesome old men.
However, the next moment, Deidara realized that while his physical movements were unrestricted, his chakra was completely sealed, rendering him unable to exert any of his true strength.
As a result, he stood there stiffly, his posture poised for action but his face frozen in embarrassment.
At the same time, his outburst had caused the entire hall to fall silent.
The high-ranking members of the Feather Cloak Clan stared at Deidara as he suddenly erupted in anger, shouting at them before standing there dumbfounded.
After a brief moment...
"Let's just kill him," suggested one of the "old fools."
This prompted a chorus of agreement from the other "old fools."
Just then, a furious roar interrupted the tense atmosphere:
"Deidara!!! Even now, do you not understand the gravity of your mistakes?"
Deidara, who valued honor above life, was about to meet his end valiantly when he suddenly heard someone calling his name. He turned his head and asked:
"Who are you?"
Hagoromo Otsutsuki, stroking his beard and glaring at Deidara, exclaimed: "You don't even recognize me?"
"You look vaguely familiar..." Deidara scratched his chin, studying Hagoromo intently before snapping his fingers and exclaiming,
"Of course! It's that old man, Hagoromo, who used to nag at me constantly back in the Hidden Rock Village! Humph!"
If there were two people Deidara remembered most from his time in the Hidden Rock Village, they were the third Tsuchikage, Onoki, who constantly reprimanded and restricted his explosive tendencies, and the old man Hagoromo, who had taken care of him since childhood and always spouted strange words of wisdom.
As for Black Earth, he wondered if he had any bombs to play with.
Deidara, having encountered a familiar face in a foreign land, temporarily set aside his plans for a valiant death. He turned to Hagoromo and asked curiously:
"Hmm? Old man Hagoromo, weren't you in the Hidden Rock Village? How did you end up here? Did you also become a missing-nin from the village like me?"
Deidara thought for a moment. "Feather Cloak Clan? I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before. Oh, right! The powerful man who defeated me earlier mentioned it. Hmm."
"This is the territory of the Feather Cloak Clan. Everyone present here is a member of the Feather Cloak Clan, including you, Deidara. You also have the blood of the Feather Cloak Clan flowing within you." At that moment, a youthful voice, similar in age to Deidara, echoed through the hall.
Deidara noticed that when the voice sounded, everyone present, including the elder he knew, Feather Cloak Mori, quickly stood up and bowed respectfully towards the master's seat.
He followed their gaze and saw that the master's seat, which had been empty before, was now occupied.
It was the young man who had effortlessly toyed with him earlier.
"It seems you were all having quite the lively discussion," Feather Cloak Xuan Yue remarked as he surveyed the room, a faint smile on his face.
Feather Cloak Mori was the first to step forward and explain, "Please forgive us, Clan Leader. Deidara's current state is due to my failure as a mentor."
As Feather Cloak Mori offered this explanation, he was secretly doing his best to plead for Deidara's life.
Deidara himself was deep in thought.
"Clan Leader... Feather Cloak Clan... Old man Mori..."
Deidara's intelligence had always been sharp, but he had been solely focused on his artistic creations, paying little mind to other matters, even those that others deemed crucial.
He had disregarded the teachings of the Third Tsuchikage, Onoki, so it was no surprise that he hadn't paid attention to Feather Cloak Mori either.
In a way, this was another form of childlike innocence.
Now that his attention was drawn back, and with everything laid bare, Deidara slowly pieced together his hazy memories from the past.
He recalled how, back when he was sculpting a new clay bomb, Old Man Mori would incessantly chatter about the glory of their clan.
That's right, it was the Feather Cloak Clan.
However, Mori had only spoken the words aloud and never clarified the specific characters for "Feather Cloak."
There were so many possibilities—bathrobe, raincoat, feather wing, rainy intent, and more.
Caught up in his artistic pursuits, Deidara had never paid much attention to the so-called clan glory that didn't shine on him anyway.
Even with the frequent mentions of "Feather Cloak Xuan Yue" and "Feather Cloak Clan" in the ninja world, it hadn't sparked any recognition of his buried past.
Until now.
Listening to the exchanges in the room, Deidara finally understood.
Feather Cloak Xuan Yue!
The young man before him was none other than Feather Cloak Xuan Yue! Deidara was certain.
Only such a figure could possess the overwhelming strength that left him powerless to resist.
And the people around him, they were all members of the Feather Cloak Clan.
Wait, that meant he was a member of the Feather Cloak Clan as well?
"I'm actually part of the Feather Cloak Clan? The same Feather Cloak as in Feather Cloak Xuan Yue? Not bad, the character for 'Feather' has more artistic flair than the sound! It suits me, an artist. Hmm."
With everything now clear to him, Deidara's first reaction, as always, was to appreciate the artistic quality of the characters "Feather Cloak" and how much he liked them.
Then, he heaved a huge sigh of relief.
"So, I won't be forced into deviating from the mainstream after all! Hmm!"
(End of Chapter)
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