As he looked at Little Deidara standing before him, his eyes shining,
Obito felt a faint swell of emotion.
In the original story, Deidara had actually been quite pitiful.
Itachi had tricked him into joining the Akatsuki, and Sasuke had driven him to blow himself up.
He had hated the Uchiha Clan with a passion.
Yet even in death, he had never learned that his friend Tobi was also an Uchiha.
(In this author's opinion, those two had actually been pretty close.)
At last, he had finally made it to the Pure Land.
Only to discover that the Pure Land... was fucking full of Uchiha!
After hearing Obito's words,
Deidara trembled with agreement.
"Exactly! Art is an explosion, the beauty of a fleeting instant, hmm!"
Behind them, Sasori spoke in a low voice.
"Forgive me, but I cannot agree with your views. Beauty that never fades is true art!"
Obito shot Sasori an irritated glare.
Come on, man, could you stop sabotaging me?!
"Ahem..."
Obito cleared his throat twice, then looked at Deidara and said,
"As you can see, our organization, Night, has many members who love art. We have an excellent creative atmosphere."
"And we encourage diverse ideas. Everyone often discusses their views with one another, sparking inspiration through exchanges and clashes of ideas to create even better works of art."
Seeing the little boy's yearning expression,
Obito flashed the smile of a creepy uncle.
"In short, it'll definitely be much more interesting than staying in Iwagakure."
"So, what do you think? Want to consider joining our organization?"
Deidara barely hesitated.
"Sure, but you have to teach me that move you just used, hmm!"
Obito held out his hand to the little boy.
"No problem. Welcome aboard."
"Hmm."
Deidara held out his little hand, and the two shook hands.