"Bang—!"
With a deafening crash, the expensive solid-wood, gold-trimmed door to the top floor of the Tsuchikage Building was brutally kicked open.
The hinges let out a pained creak, and half the door hung precariously from the wall.
Uchiha Yoru was reclining in his executive chair, holding a list of supplies to be sent to Leaf Village for "procurement."
The sudden commotion made his eyelid twitch, and the pen in his hand nearly tore through the paper.
"Boss Yoru! I did it! I finally did it! Yeah!"
A youth with hair like a chicken nest charged into the office like a tornado.
Deidara's originally delicate face was now blackened with soot.
Half his golden ponytail had been scorched away, and several large holes had been blasted through his robe.
Yet his eyes shone with startling brilliance, brimming with barely restrained madness and fervor.
Yoru set down his pen and rubbed his ears, which had gone numb from the impact.
He pointed at the tottering door, the corner of his mouth twitching twice.
"If I remember right, that's the fifth door you've kicked down this month."
Yoru shot him an irritated glare.
"Kakuzu complained to me about it just this morning. He said he's deducting the repair costs from your research budget."
"Let that old miser deduct whatever he wants! Art is priceless, yeah!"
Deidara waved a hand dismissively and strode straight to the desk.
He braced both hands against it and shoved his soot-blackened face close to Yoru's, spittle flying in his excitement.
"Boss, I made that 'nuclear peace' concept you mentioned before!"
The mouths on Deidara's palms chattered wildly, stirred by their owner's excitement.
"That dead snake Orochimaru's chakra compression machine was actually somewhat useful!"
At those words, Yoru's expression instantly changed.
He abruptly sat up straight, shedding his