Not far in front of him, the clearing that had once lain open amid the forest now looked as though a massive volcano had erupted there. A huge crater stretching nearly several kilometers filled his view.
Within the vast crater, scattered lava and weathered gray stones lay everywhere.
Beside the enormous crater, Deidara's thin figure looked no bigger than an ant in comparison.
At that moment.
Rustle! Rustle! Rustle!...
As the sound of slowly approaching footsteps drew nearer, Sasori, his face expressionless, slowly came to his side. Deidara did not react.
Sasori glanced at him lightly and asked in a low, hoarse voice.
"Well? Have you made up your mind, Deidara?"
After Sasori's words fell, silence still filled the scene.
Suddenly, Deidara, who had remained silent all this time, clenched his fists and shouted.
"I've decided!"
Sasori slowly glanced at him. Deidara turned his head, a faint smile still lingering on his somewhat youthful face, and grinned brightly.
"I've decided, Uncle Sasori."
"From today onward, I'll follow Lord Aizen and cultivate true art!"
Before this, Aizen had already left this place with Gin and Ulquiorra, leaving Deidara with only one question.
"Are you willing to follow me and surpass the shackles that currently bind you?"
After speaking, Aizen had not waited for Deidara's immediate answer. He simply left with Gin and Ulquiorra.
At this moment, upon hearing Deidara's words, a trace of relief flashed through Sasori's eyes.
However, he still shot Deidara a sidelong glance and said hoarsely without emotion.
"Fool. Only eternity is true art."
Hearing Sasori's words, Deidara did not insist on arguing with him as he had in the past. Instead, he grinned.
"That was incredible!"
"I never imagined explosions could be displayed in such a way. Or rather... before Lord Aizen, no one had ever been