Art Is a Fleeting Flash

A flying boat sped across the sea.

Shamu had been traveling over the water for an entire day.

His speed had not diminished, but the Cursed Seal on his body had already faded.

It was not that Shamu did not want to maintain it; the Cursed Seal had faded on its own.

Shamu realized something.

Although the system compensated for the strain the Cursed Seal placed on his body,

the amount of compensation was fixed. That limit was how long Shamu himself could use the Cursed Seal.

It seemed the system was not so easy to exploit.

As Shisui's genjutsu wore off, Deidara was awakened by the fierce howl of the wind and the crashing spray.

Deidara opened his eyes, only to discover that he had been bound tightly. All three of his mouths were stuffed, with ropes tied around them from the outside.

"Mmph... mmph..."

"Mmph..."

Shamu had been getting bored out of his mind steering the boat when he suddenly heard a sound, and he was delighted.

It had been far too boring.

Shamu immediately stopped. After recovering through the Cursed Seal, his Chakra reserves were fairly abundant now.

Shadow Clone Technique!

He created another Shadow Clone.

"Why do I have to do the work? Can't you do it yourself?" the Shadow Clone grumbled.

"Quit whining. If no one talks to me, I'll die of boredom. Get to work."

Under Shamu's tyranny, the Shadow Clone muttered complaints as it took over his task.

Shamu's original body went around to the front and found Deidara leaning against his seat, wriggling desperately.

"All right, all right. Stop crawling around. I'll untie you now."

Shamu happily removed the rope around Deidara's mouths, then pulled out the rags stuffed inside them.

"Ptooey! Ptooey!"

Though Deidara had been struck by genjutsu, he had