The New Uzumaki Legend of Naruto

Deidara and his party, who had previously retreated, were rushing to Tomari Island at this time. They saw the giant dragon Shangzheng, surrounded by a group of dragons, and two kneeling figures.

"Hey! Don't die, Matsunobu! We haven't finished the art we promised yet! We haven't spread our art to the world yet!"

Deidara used all his strength to support the bloody man in front of him and shouted at the top of his lungs. The volume was unavoidable and a little out of control.

The coral sword Yagura fired earlier pierced Matsunobu's chest, and blood was oozing from his chest and mouth.

Song Xin shook his head with difficulty, showing his red teeth, and said weakly but very sincerely.

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"Master Deidara, thank you, cough, thank you, thank you for letting me witness a grand explosion. When I was a child, I was in awe of these things that could make loud noises and produce fire, but at that time, I just felt , a vague concept.

"Later, the adults came to the ninja school for a lecture and listened to the adults' understanding of explosions. That was the first time I knew that what I had longed for before was called art!

"Ahem, I've always been very stupid. I'm far behind that guy Izumi. It's been two years. I still can't make bombs independently. I can only detonate them. It's a pity. But today it was you who allowed me to see those gorgeous fires. I’ve heard enough of the loud explosion, it’s me, me! Ahem!”

Matsunobu's chest rose and fell and he coughed up bits of blood. Deidara cursed and told him to save his strength and stop talking.

Song Xin shook his head lightly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"My lord, please Izumi, please continue with my love for explosions. I believe that the name of our art will be heard throughout the world, my lord! I have always felt that you have the best art."

Song Xin's voice became lower and lower, and finally only a smile remained on his face.

At this time, a ray of red light rose from the east, reflected on the dark sea, reflected on the dark dragon, and reflected on Song Xin's dark face. It was dawn.

Deidara clenched his hands into fists and shouted at the corpse.

"Why! Why did you, Song Xin, die!? I haven't taught you how to make a D-type bomb yet. Come with me, let's complete the ultimate art together!"

Deidara looked extremely sad. Korematsu Nobu was the first person to join his team after his first lecture at the ninja school two years ago. From that time on, he wanted to form a team that recognized the art of explosion. Everyone. There are explosion artists.

Today, two years later, he has pulled up this team and successfully debuted their art to the world. However, the first partner who stayed up all night discussing with him left him forever.

Deidara recalled Terumi Mei's previous warning to him not to fall in love with war, and his heart was full of regret, and the Tsuchikage's teachings to him also came into his mind.

"Old man, is this the emotion you told me? Is this what you told my partner?" Deidara looked at Matsunobu in his arms and then raised his head to look around at the people around him.

"It seems that what the old man said is right. I really have a kid. That's why I let Song Xin die because of me. I betrayed the trust of these people who followed me wholeheartedly."

At this time, the morning light has illuminated the outline of everything, and the night has to curl up behind it.

After laying down Matsunobu's body, Deidara closed his eyes and meditated for a while. When he opened them again, he had a pair of eyes that had lost their childishness.

He looked in the direction of Iwa Ninja and swore secretly in his heart

[From today on, I will never do it again. I will protect these cute explosion artists who follow me! Old man, I can do better than you! ]

Deidara turned to Izumi who was standing on another giant dragon and asked in a deep voice.

"How many artists have we lost this time!"

"This time, a total of 134 partners came back, 78 returned, and 5 were seriously injured."

Izumi looked at the new-looking Deidara and thought to himself

[Sir, you have become mature. ]

When they were together before, he could sense that their adults had a disregard for life and a frivolous attitude towards the world, perhaps because of their age and strength. This is undoubtedly good for artists, but it is very unqualified for a leader.

And today, it was Matsu who exchanged his life for Deidara's growth.

After Izumi's report, Deidara was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and bowed fiercely to the embarrassed figures surrounding him.

"This time my arrogance killed these 56 great artists. I will build an artist monument on Island No. to engrave their names. I will be responsible for their families. I'm sorry everyone! We shouldn't have , so many artists were injured or killed.”

This was the first time he truly felt the cruelty of the battle. The figures who had been laughing together before turned into cold corpses in a battle. Now he could understand Ohnoki's description of the cruelty of war.

After straightening up, Deidara continued.

"Izumi is a gathering of artists with medical ninjutsu and medical knowledge. We must save the lives of those five people. They can reach Tomari Island in half an hour and save them."

"But it doesn't matter if your ears are yours, sir?" Izumi asked worriedly if he had seen Deidara. In any reaction, he shook his head and went to complete his task.

It's not that Deidara didn't hear Izumi's inquiry because he only wanted to maintain the status quo because the scar on his left ear could always remind him of what happened today.

He silently jumped the flying dragon, which was surrounded by everyone, to the front and sat cross-legged with his eyebrows furrowed.

His current status is that of the supreme commander of the demolition force, rather than a great artist who is praised by many stars.

half an hour later

The giant dragons flew over the camp in the Kingdom of Waves. The medical team was waiting here. After the dragon landed, they rushed forward to treat the wounded.

Deidara jumped off Ryuushi and picked up Matsunobu and walked towards the camp.

Izumi happened to come to meet the explosive troops at this time. Although she and Deidara bickered every day, they had a good relationship. Deidara was the vanguard to attack Kirigakure this time, so she was a little worried.

Quan looked at Deidara, who was in a mess and had a smoky face. He just wanted to complain.

"Deidara"

But after seeing the body he was holding, he swallowed back the rest of his words. Quan looked at Deidara, who had a solemn look on his face, walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and followed him silently.

She could understand the feeling of losing everyone around her overnight.

At this time, in the large tent of Tomari Island Camp, the shadow clones of Kisame and Menma were standing in front of the map, discussing something, but a sound of footsteps coming from far and near took away their attention.

A few breaths later, Deidara and Izumi opened the curtain and walked in.

Looking at Deidara's unfamiliar expression, he already guessed that the body he was holding was Kisame, and secretly said with a slight grin.

"Has this simple kid finally realized this feeling? I hope the person in your hands didn't sacrifice his life in vain."

Deidara walked straight towards Menma, but when he was approaching, he suddenly fell to his knees and said in pain.

"General, please help me bring Song Xin's body back to Island No. 3 for burial."

Everyone had a look of surprise and Menma was no exception. Although he guessed that he would when he saw Deidara and the corpse in his arms, what changed was that he never thought that this lawless guy would actually kneel on the ground for his dead subordinates one day. You know how arrogant he is.

Menma couldn't bear it, and hurriedly helped Deidara up, then created a shadow clone and disappeared from the place holding Matsunobu. Everyone looked at Deidara, who was standing there with a silent look on his face without the usual laughter, and felt a little unaccustomed to it.

Deidara, who was currently immersed in his own world, looked at Menma's disappearing figure and said to himself

"Matsunobu is waiting for me on Island No. 3. Waiting for my triumphant return, I will hold a grand funeral for you as an artist!"