Sen Senju casually tossed his half-eaten apple toward the dirt. Before it even landed, the apple sprouted roots, growing into a sapling within seconds, its fruit big and red.
Deidara lay trussed up on the ground, his face pressed into the mud, his eyes fixed on the sight.
He was starting to feel seriously out of sorts.
What kind of ninjutsu was this?
Growing a tree out of thin air was one thing, but how could he ripen its fruit on the spot, too?
"Hey, blondie, was that explosion of yours defective?"
Sen Senju brushed the dirt off his hands, walked over to Deidara, and looked down at him.
"My Wood Locking Wall didn't even lose a flake of paint. Isn't it time you sent that ultimate art of yours back to the drawing board?"
Deidara's face turned purple, and the veins in his neck bulged.
He tried to struggle, but the vines seemed to have grown spikes, piercing him until his whole body felt weak and sore.
"You... you bastard!"
"My art is perfect! That lousy cave was just too cramped for me to unleash it properly!"
"Put us somewhere open, and I guarantee I'll uproot you completely, hm!"
Sen Senju picked at his ear, his face full of disdain.
"Art, art, art, all day long. Is your head full of mush?"
"You call blowing up lumps of dough art? Then do the circles the puppy outside my house makes when it pees count as an art exhibition?"
Deidara trembled with rage, nearly passing out from sheer fury.
"That's explosive clay! Not dough!"
"My art is the splendor of that single instant! An eternal eruption, hm!"
Sen Senju curled his lip and planted a foot on Deidara's back, pressing him a little deeper into the dirt.
"Oh, please. A