Five Kage Summit

Pinned between two sharp wooden spikes pressed tightly against either side of his face, Deidara's arrogant expression froze for a moment, but the unwillingness in his eyes only grew stronger.

He gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at the cold black-haired young man before him, stubbornly refusing to talk.

"Quit trying to scare me. You think I'm afraid of a few lousy sticks of wood?!"

"My art transcends life and death! Trying to pry information about the leader out of my mouth? Keep dreaming!"

Deidara twisted his neck wildly, trying to evade the threat of the wooden spikes, while hurling curses without restraint.

"You bastard who knows nothing about art, if you've got the guts, just kill me! The leader will never let you get away with this, hmm!"

This guy really was a stinking, unyielding stone.

Chenshu Senju lowered his gaze slightly, not even bothering to listen to such unimaginative, impotent rage.

He had never liked wasting words on problems that could be solved with force.

This was exactly the type who refused to give up until he saw the coffin.

Since asking nicely did not work, it was time for something harsher.

Chenshu Senju's gaze turned icy. Without another word, his will controlling chakra stirred slightly.

"Psh!"

Another dark-brown wooden spike, no thicker than a finger, shot up from the ground, moving too fast for its trajectory to be seen.

In a brutal, merciless motion, the spike pierced upward through the palm of Deidara's right hand, which had been bound behind his back.

Hard wooden fibers forcibly tore through the muscle, bursting from the back of his hand in a spray of bright red blood.

Blood flowed down the barbs and dripped onto the dry riverbed.

The intense pain shot straight into his brain; the palm was packed