I'm Not Good at Genjutsu

At daybreak in Amegakure, light filtered through the heavy clouds and gaps between the buildings, falling across the base's corridors.

Renye and Danzo stepped out of their room, preparing to familiarize themselves with the surroundings.

They had only taken a few steps when two figures blocked their path at the corridor's corner, openly sizing them up.

On the left was a blond youth in a black cloak patterned with red clouds. He wore a miniature scope over his right eye and an Iwagakure rogue ninja forehead protector. It was the self-destructing brat—Deidara.

One hand rested on his hip while the other held a lump of faintly wriggling white clay. His unfriendly gaze swept up and down Renye, lingering particularly on his eyes.

On the right stood a red-haired young man who looked like a teenager. He said nothing, merely watching them in silence.

He was Sunagakure's genius puppeteer—Sasori of the Red Sands!

"Hey, you two are the newcomers who joined the organization, right?" Deidara fixed his gaze on Renye. "I heard you're from the Uchiha Clan?"

Ever since he had been defeated by Itachi Uchiha's Genjutsu, he had developed something of a stress response toward the Uchiha.

Luckily, the Uchiha had been massacred. Other than Itachi, he would hardly ever encounter another Uchiha. Otherwise, Deidara definitely would not have been able to take it...

After learning from Hidan that two new members had joined the organization, one of whom possessed the Sharingan, Deidara had brought Sasori of the Red Sands here to pick a fight.

Shimura Danzō stood behind Renye. An overconfident fool had appeared.

He had not expected Renye to be targeted by his colleagues on only his second day in the organization.

Fortunately, they had come looking for Renye, so it had nothing to do with him.

Danzo