Chaos

Deidara finally found Sasuke.

After a fierce battle, all of his art had been seen through by the Sharingan.

Although Sasuke was badly injured as well, he had remained remarkably composed overall.

When Sasuke deactivated his Sharingan and prepared to force information about Itachi out of him, he suddenly dropped to his knees, gasping heavily.

Deidara said, "Talking so big, but you're already near your limit, aren't you? Your Chakra seems to be running out fast! Haha, I win!"

Sasuke said nothing, merely staring at him coldly.

Deidara immediately snapped.

Ever since Uchiha Itachi had defeated him with a single glance, he had detested the Sharingan. Losing to Itachi was one thing, but he had nearly lost to Itachi's younger brother as well. And that calm, unhurried gaze of Sasuke's was practically a denial of his art!

"You damned brothers! It's that damned calm look of yours that pisses me off! Quit putting on airs in front of me, bastard! Those eyes, it's those eyes!"

"Those calm eyes are such an eyesore, like they're denying my art! Bastard! I absolutely cannot forgive those eyes that see my art without even a hint of amazement, those eyes that ignore my art! Unforgivable! Unforgivable!"

Sasuke had no idea what Deidara was talking about and found it utterly baffling.

"That stuff isn't even worth looking at. More importantly, tell me where Uchiha Itachi is!"

Not even worth looking at???

Deidara glared at Sasuke, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked. "You dare look down on me?!"

Blinded by rage, Deidara tore off his clothes, revealing the mouth sewn shut on his chest.

After tearing out the stitches, Deidara took out explosive clay and stuffed it into the mouth on his chest.

"This is my ultimate art. Next, I'm going to self-destruct!"

"Through death,