Art is an Explosion? No, It's the Unexpected

The next day, Wu Chiwu sprawled on a tree branch like an old man, sunlight filtering through the leaves and dappling his body.

The first step of the plan is now complete.

As for the second and third steps, we'll think about that tomorrow.

He squinted, and the thoughts that popped into his mind were more and more irresponsible than the last.

With several muffled thuds, large plumes of white smoke exploded, completely enveloping Wu Chiwu.

"Hmm, I really don't understand what those people were thinking."

Deidara glanced at the white smoke, his tone quite relieved.

"They actually made me team up with someone who knows absolutely nothing about art."

"But now it's peaceful, and I don't have to worry about that trivial matter anymore, hmm."

His hands weren't idle either; he was kneading the clay back and forth in his palms.

The shapes they sculpted were all increasingly twisted and contorted.

"Hey, you call that art?"

Deidara felt a chill on the back of his neck; a cold sensation crept up his back.

Far from it.

How could that be?

I clearly just...

Deidara shuddered, a flicker of barely suppressed surprise crossing his dark eyes.

He twisted his waist and swung the clay in his hand back, hurling it at Wu Chiwu.

Damn it, this isn't over yet.

How dare they criticize his art?

There's nothing wrong with my own art.

Wu Chiwu's words completely ignited Deidara's fury.

He's getting serious now.

"Hmm, what's this?"

Wu Chiwu casually scooped up the lump of clay and scooped it steadily into his palm.

Two Azure eyes, filled with a smile, examined the object in their hands from all angles.

"Oh."

"Catch my detonating bomb with your bare hands?"

Deidara curled his lips into a disdainful smile, and his eyelids twitched upwards.

After dealing with people for so many years, this is the first time I've encountered someone with such a stubborn mind.

He immediately activated his Ninjutsu and detonated the bomb.

"Drink!"

You're good to be buried in the explosion of my art.

"Quack..."

Half a day passed, and the scene remained deathly quiet, except for the occasional caw of Crow.

Wu Chiwu blinked and opened his right hand.

A few black feathers floated down from above and landed lightly in his palm.

He stared at those few feathers, his tone unusually serious.

"Explosive Crow Feather Summoning Spell?"

On the other side, Deidara was filled with shock, and his blond hair even stood on end.

It exploded but there was no reaction.

How did this person dodge?

Could it be that he had figured out the weaknesses of his Ninjutsu beforehand?

Impossible, I've never even met him.

Did he see through the flaw in his Ninjutsu the instant it exploded?

how so.

Even the most outrageous things have their limits.

Who has such a keen eye?

Deidara's mind was practically blank.

However, he didn't have time to think about it any further.

Because someone stepped on his tail.

"You bastard!" he Wu Chiwu, his face flushed and neck red.

"Stop giving my Ninjutsu these ridiculous names."

What kind of taste is this? It's bizarre and completely lacks any artistic sense.

Deidara had no time to worry about what had just happened; that bastard Wu Chiwu had scratched his bottom line when he attacked art.

"At least its image matches the real thing, and it's quite accurate, right?" Wu Chiwu blinked and added slowly.

"That's a very artistic name."

"I can't find any fault with it."

Deidara's face was almost as black as the bottom of a pot; he was nearly amused by the newcomer.

How could there be such a guy?

I've had enough.

"This kind of shoddy stuff doesn't even deserve to be called art." He said sternly, enunciating each word clearly.

"Art is the beauty of a fleeting moment that vanishes in an instant."

"I'm telling you, do you even know anything?"

Wu Chiwu rested his chin on his hand, seemingly listening intently as Deidara explained his art.

The white hair swayed back and forth in mid-air.

"Hey, you mean an explosion?" He clapped his hands, his expression quite serious as he pondered the question.

"So you call this art?"

"But it still feels like something's missing."

Deidara's ears immediately perked up.

He even forgot about eliminating his new teammates.

"What's missing?"

"That must have been an accident," Wu Chiwu replied quickly.

Art should be both short-lived and full of surprises.

"Then let's..."

Wu Chiwu and Deidara reached an agreement without much effort.

After a while...

When Xiao's group of people returned one after another after finishing their mission.

Several loud booms erupted, sending sparks and sand flying everywhere.

Two figures staggered out from within the white smoke.

Hidan and Sasori stepped into a series of traps and were covered in dust and dirt in the blink of an eye.

Xiao's robe and hair were also singed beyond recognition by the fire.

"What bastard did this?"

Although they asked that question, all four pairs of eyes were fixed on Deidara standing to the side.

"Huh? Huh." Deidara was taken aback and quickly tried to explain.

"Senior, this really wasn't my doing."

He and Wu Chiwu were just chatting about art and explosions.

As they chatted, they decided to have a competition.

It's a contest to see who can set the most unexpected trap.

They started tinkering around in this spot, little did they expect...

On the other hand, the trap those two stepped on wasn't actually set by him.

This is what Deidara was thinking.

"All this exploding clay is your doing," Hidan said menacingly.

"Who else in the world could do this besides you?"

Thankfully, the Lord Jashin didn't abandon him, otherwise he would definitely be dead here today.

That's a bit of an exaggeration.

But that trap was indeed insidious; even someone as quick as him couldn't dodge it properly.

Sasori, who was also hit by the bomb, didn't suspect Deidara.

He slowly scanned the area that had just exploded with his eyes and immediately sensed that something was wrong.

This approach is completely different from Deidara's usual method of using clay.

This doesn't seem like something he would do.

"Hahaha, you two are so bad."

"That'll allow you to get a cut."

Seeing this, the other members of the organization burst into laughter.

They were a bunch of missing-nin; they had no sense of brotherhood or good temper.

When they have a chance to make fun of you, they won't even leave you half a face.

Besides, it's their own fault for not being good enough.

However, everyone's attention gradually shifted to Wu Chiwu, who was not far away.

Hidan and Sasori were already incredibly strong, yet they were so easily defeated.

It seems this guy is not as simple as he appears.

Another new prodigy.

"Ha, you think you're so great? You go up there and try." Hidan retorted irritably.

They were just lucky they didn't step on it; anyone would have ended up the same way.

Beneath the Spiral Mask, Obito Uchiha, now known as Tobi, looked on with a puzzled expression as the Akatsuki members stood motionless, blocking the entrance.

Even Pain and Konan were standing around, seemingly watching something.

Hopefully nothing bad has happened.

His heart sank, and the color on his face darkened.

But in the blink of an eye, he adjusted his tone and greeted the group.

"Hi."

"Everyone's here today."

"Why won't they move?"

"What are you doing...?"

So engrossed in pondering the strange expressions on these people's faces, Obito Uchiha didn't notice anything amiss beneath his feet. He strode confidently to the door.

In no time at all.

A familiar sound rang in my ears again.

Obito Uchiha spot.

"Tsk, another one lying down." Kakuzu snorted disdainfully.

"I never expected this..."

Pain and Konan knew a little about Tobi's past, and they were both stunned when they saw this scene.

He's faking it on purpose, isn't he?

Or was the trap so cunning that even he couldn't avoid it?

Could it be true?

The two of them glanced at Wu Chiwu, who looked completely innocent, and then shook their heads in unison.

Isn't that nonsense?

"Huh, what's this thing?"

Wu Chiwu blinked and saw a piece of paper fall from Obito's body.

He picked it up without saying a word.

His Azure eyes swept quickly from top to bottom.

It's an application form.

Tobi's application to join the Akatsuki.

This thing was accidentally brought along by Obito when he took Wu Chiwu's form last time.

Wu Chiwu's gaze lingered on a scratch that looked strangely familiar.

Next to the column for height 185cm, there is a fairly obvious mark.

This number looks a bit off.

175cm.

Wu Chiwu his chin on his hand, looking at Obito lifeless on the ground with a rather complicated expression.

"So you're only 175cm?"

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone's eyes couldn't help but drift in that direction.

At the same time, Obito Uchiha had just recovered and opened his eyes, closed them tightly again, despite the strange looks from the people around him.

It's been a long time since I've experienced this feeling of utter despair.

Wu Chiwu, you just wait.