"What magnificent art!"
The sight before him deeply shocked the still-young Deidara.
His art might never achieve such an effect in his entire life.
Sasori, who looked like a red-haired youth beside him, twitched at the corner of his mouth upon hearing that. If he remembered correctly,
there should have been a city here, with a sea beyond it.
Could it be that he had been so exhausted from looking after a child like Deidara these past days that he had taken the wrong road?
Doubting himself, he moved his umbrella aside and looked up at the ever-raining sky.
It was still the familiar rain. It seemed he had not taken the wrong road after all.
That meant something must have happened in the Land of Rain while he had been away.
"Let's go. We'll head over and take a look first."
Sasori's current puppet body had been painstakingly refined, its physical capabilities far surpassing those of an ordinary human body.
Its vision was especially outstanding. Even through the hazy rain curtain and from a considerable distance away, he could still clearly see the crude buildings that had been erected within.
Sasori jumped down into the massive pit and headed toward the cluster of buildings in the center.
"Hey! Wait for me!"
Deidara, still marveling behind him, reacted a beat too late and hurriedly followed.
Deidara also wanted to meet the creator of this artistic masterpiece.
As the two approached the buildings, Deva Path Pain appeared before them.
Nagato, who possessed the Rain Tiger at Will Technique, had sensed them the moment they entered the Land of Rain.
"Leader!"
For some reason, Sasori felt much calmer upon seeing Deva Path Pain. At least the backbone of the organization was still here.
Although the Akatsuki was not particularly united internally and