Just as the blond young man was muttering to himself, not far beside him, in another section of the underground building still belching black smoke, a burly figure that had been crouched on the ground slowly stepped out.
That figure slowly walked toward the blond youth.
His somewhat fierce face was expressionless as he looked at him, his voice hoarse and raspy.
"Deidara, what have you done this time?"
"If my puppets have been damaged because of this accident, then you can prepare to become my new puppet alongside them."
Hearing the newcomer's words, Deidara could not help showing a trace of embarrassment.
But the expression vanished in an instant. Immediately afterward, as though angered by humiliation, he shot the newcomer an impolite sidelong glance, crossed his arms, and shouted.
"Uncle Sasori, I'm conducting a great artistic experiment!!"
"Art! Art! Do you understand? It's perfect art, not something your lifeless puppets could ever compare to!"
As he said this, his face revealed an expectant expression, as though C4 Garuda had already been completed.
Sasori calmly glanced at the fanaticism in Deidara's eyes, seeming somewhat uninterested. He lightly turned his head away and said hoarsely.
"Remember this from now on: if you want to conduct those messy experiments of yours, do them outside. Otherwise, I won't let you stay in my laboratory any longer."
With that, he slowly turned and walked away.
Upon hearing him, Deidara immediately retorted.
"What do you mean, messy experiments, Uncle Sasori!"
However, Sasori ignored him. Seeing that Sasori did not continue criticizing him, Deidara froze for a moment.
Sometimes, Uncle Sasori was actually pretty easy to talk to...
For a moment, that thought flashed through Deidara's mind, only for him to shake it away in the next instant.
How could I think something like that? The