"Ah! This is... the art I pursue!"
High in the sky, just after being rescued from the illusion by Scorpion, Deidara saw a black and red mushroom cloud.
I couldn't help but utter a mutter that was almost like amazement.
"What kind of art is this fleeting thing?"
Standing on the iron sand created by the Wind Shadow Puppet, Scorpion curled his lips in disdain.
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