Birds spread their wings across the sky as a white clay bird soared through the heavens, with two figures standing atop it.
"Sasori, we're working together again," Deidara said with a grin as he stood on the bird.
Sasori, clad in the black robe patterned with red clouds, looked down and said softly, "Yeah. Our orders are to harass the enemy's rear, but in truth, the course of this war has nothing to do with us anymore. Where it goes from here is beyond our control."
"Since when did you become so negative, Sasori?" Deidara asked, turning back.
"It's not negativity. I've merely seen through certain things. Honestly, dying to prove your ultimate art was a good ending for you. It's just a shame Kabuto brought you back with Impure World Reincarnation. That creepy bastard... every time I see him, he gives me déjà vu of Orochimaru!"
Deidara's expression darkened as well. Being controlled by Kabuto Yakushi had filled him with rage. Not just him—most of those revived by Impure World Reincarnation probably wanted to kill that bastard.
"There's someone ahead!" Sasori's gaze sharpened as he keenly spotted a concealed figure in the forest below. Deidara followed his gaze downward, narrowing his eyes.
"Oh, it's that guy from Sunagakure. What was his name again? Kank-something?" Deidara said, rubbing his chin as he reached his right hand into the clay pouch at his side. "Let's say hello first."
War had broken out throughout the shinobi world, and it had turned white-hot from the very beginning. Kabuto's Impure World Reincarnation had provided Obito Uchiha with formidable fighting power, giving him a solid advantage at the outset of the war.
The wounded were continuously sent to the medical units in the rear, while White Zetsu used his unique abilities to disguise himself as