Sasori's Helplessness

In that instant, alarm bells blared in Sasori's mind. A pale blue chakra slowly surfaced over his body before spreading outward.

Splash!

Under his control, the Third Kazekage puppet moved as well. Several clumps of black iron sand rapidly burst from the ground.

Whoosh!

Just as Sasori was about to use the iron sand to protect himself and Deidara, a figure suddenly appeared behind Deidara once more. It was Shisui.

Shisui's face was cold, and several holes could be seen in his green jonin flak jacket.

A sharp kunai in his hand thrust straight toward Deidara's neck.

Sasori noticed Shisui's arrival immediately and reacted at once, sending the black iron sand racing toward Deidara's back.

Deidara sensed it as well. With no time to think, he quickly turned around. The next moment—

Squelch!

Blood sprayed into the air. Deidara clutched his shoulder and staggered back several steps, while the black iron sand rushed before Shisui, forming a sharp spike that stabbed toward him.

Shisui had anticipated this. His figure flashed, and he vanished from before the two again.

"Ah!"

"Damn it! Damn it!"

At that moment, Deidara screamed madly, his rage nearly robbing him of his reason.

Suddenly, intense pain shot through his shoulder. Deidara's face twisted in agony, but that pain also forced him to calm down for the moment. His expression, however, remained incomparably grim.

A trace of lingering fear flashed through Deidara's eyes. If he had not turned his body just now, his throat would have been slit instead.

Deidara realized that he had to find a way to turn the situation around. Otherwise, let alone defeating his opponent, he might not even make it out alive.

Just then, Sasori's lifeless eyes glanced at him before lifting toward the sky.

A look of delight instantly appeared on