"Explosions! Explosions! Explosions! Deidara, you brat, is that all you think about every day? Can't you think about something else?" Ōnoki asked through gritted teeth.
Just hearing the word "explosion" gave him a headache now.
No, it should be said that merely seeing Deidara made him feel uncomfortable all over!
"Tch, old man, you really have no artistic sense! The art of Setsuna is what I pursue, yeah!" Deidara paid absolutely no heed to Ōnoki's words.
What was more, whenever he spoke of art, there were only two words that could describe the expression on his face: fanatical zeal!
Seeing Deidara like this, Ōnoki knew he could not persuade him.
He blamed himself for failing to teach Deidara properly when he was young. The boy had grown crooked.
Looking at things now, there was probably no way to straighten him out again.
"Hmph, Deidara, I don't want to say anything more. As punishment for the dozen or so incidents you've caused over the past half month.
Until next month arrives, go cultivate properly at the temple outside the village.
Consider it a way to rein in that troublemaking personality of yours!
I have already spoken to the abbot there.
If you dare leave that temple during this time, bear the consequences yourself!"
At that moment, Ōnoki had put on a stern face, and his tone was incomparably serious, without the slightest hint of a joke.
"Why should I... Fine, I get it. For the next half month, I won't leave that temple. Is that good enough? What a pain, yeah!" As soon as Ōnoki finished speaking, Deidara had wanted to argue, but what greeted him was his teacher's utterly uncompromising gaze.
It could only be said that when Ōnoki got serious, he was still quite imposing.
Even Deidara, who had