"Whoosh~" The sound of the curtain being pulled open came from behind him, followed by the feeling of a hand settling on his shoulder.
"Hmm?"
"Who is it?" His gaze instinctively followed the hand to its owner.
"Yo, Little D. What, did you drink so much that you don't even recognize me anymore?"
Deidara focused his eyes, and his body immediately stiffened. He forced out a rigid smile. At that moment, the Senya before him seemed to overlap with the Senya he had imagined on the road earlier.
Senya's demonic whispers from his imagination began echoing in his ears again.
But the sliver of sobriety he still retained made him quickly shake his head, trying to dispel the drunkenness.
Only then did he regain a bit of clarity.
"What's wrong? Weren't you going back to Iwagakure? Why did you come back again? Could it be that you can't bear to leave Grandpa Sasori, who's kept you company for so long?"
Hearing Senya's words, the bald Izakaya owner remembered Deidara saying just now that Iwagakure seemed to no longer want him. He was about to tell Senya directly.
After all, this blond kid looked like he had drunk too much. As a warmhearted owner, he should help pass the message along!
"Well, Assistant, this kid just said that Iwagakure—"
"That's right!" Just as the owner was about to reveal everything, Deidara slapped the table and shot to his feet, forcibly cutting him off with a loud shout.
Senya smiled as he looked at the bald owner, then at Deidara.
"That's right about what?"
Deidara paused awkwardly for two seconds. During those two seconds, his already muddled brain began racing at full speed. Then, inspiration struck!
"It's because going back to Iwagakure wouldn't be a problem for me, but I'm worried Grandpa