Tsunade, you're really drunk!

Ohnoki's words made everyone present fall into silence. Among the ninjas gathered below, many old ninjas who had experienced the Third Ninja World War had a look of nostalgia on their faces.

Everyone fell into deep thought.

Yes, I don't know since when, the people in the village began to forget those who had sacrificed for them...

But in contrast, some of the younger generation of ninjas found it difficult to understand. They had not experienced the Third Ninja World War, did not understand the cruelty of war, and had not seen the scene of wreckage and wailing everywhere.

They only have a simple understanding from textbooks about their predecessors who sacrificed their lives for this village. What's more, some people who sacrificed silently in the darkness are destined to not be recorded in history and remembered.

They eat the food in their bowls while cursing the descendants of the victims, indiscriminately, under the influence of emotions, and without any knowledge, they can use the sword of words to hurt others.

Ohnoki looked at the silent people below. Some of them looked apologetic, some didn't care, and some had red faces as if they were very aggrieved.

It seems like he is asking Ohnoki again, why as the Tsuchikage, you would speak up for the rebel ninja?

Panic suddenly enveloped his heart, and a myriad of thoughts filled his mind. When, when did the younger generation in the village become like this?

Where is the Will of Stone of the Hidden Rock Village? Where has their Will of Stone gone? Many people have become talkative and unable to think, like ignorant parrots.

"Old man, that's enough. I shouldn't have come back." The loss in Deidara's words was not concealed at all, and could not be concealed.

"No..." Oonoki raised his right hand, tremblingly moved it forward, and reached in the direction of Deidara, trying to explain.

But his identities as the Tsuchikage and the leader of the village turned into shackles at this moment, sealing his mouth tightly.

A feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed him.

"Old man, when I came back this time, I wanted to show you my newly developed artwork."

"I'm afraid this is my last chance to show you."

“What is real art?”

Unconsciously, two lines of tears slowly fell down Deidara's cheeks and were blown away by the wind.

The gloom in his eyes gradually disappeared, and the sadness on his face disappeared, replaced by love and indescribable madness.

He resolutely opened his palms and reached for the clay bag at his waist.

The sound of swallowing continued to come from the pocket, until the mouths in the palms of his hands could no longer eat any more clay, the impatience and madness on his face became visible to the naked eye.

"Not enough...not enough..." A low murmur came out of his mouth like a devil's whisper.

In front of everyone, he grabbed a handful of white clay from the clay bag with both hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

The creepy chewing sound, combined with the scene before them, even made many young ninjas feel sick to their stomachs on the spot.

Even Ōnoki was puzzled.

What on earth was he going to do with so much explosive clay? Was he really going to destroy the Iwagakure Village?

Human nature is suspicious. Once the seeds of suspicion are planted, trust will collapse...

Deidara seemed to sense the hint of suspicion that flashed across Ōnoki's eyes, and his heart felt as if it were pierced by a sharp blade.

[Old man, even you don’t trust me anymore…]

[That's right. After all, you are the Tsuchikage. You have to consider the village and not let go of any potential danger.]

Deidara stepped on the giant bird and flew directly to the edge of the village, heading towards a high mountain.

A terrible thought suddenly came to Ōnoki's mind.

【A huge amount of clay, explosions, and rocks. 】

!!!

[This guy wants to blow up the mountain and use the rocks formed by the landslide to roll towards the Hidden Rock Village and destroy the village! ! ! ]

"Deidara, stop it!"

"Iwagakure is not just about me, it's also the 'home' that your father sacrificed his life to protect!"

"I will never allow you to do that!"

The words that Ōnoki heard from behind completely drowned the flame of hope in Deidara's heart in the muddy water of "doubt", and it lost its last bit of light.

He took out a bunch of white clay dolls directly from his pockets and scattered them into the air.

"C1. Clay Spider!"

"C2·Dragon!"

The pure white clay doll expanded rapidly in the air, and a more than ten-meter-long, ugly and cute flying dragon suddenly appeared in the air. Dozens of half-human-sized clay spiders were densely packed on its back, constantly jumping downwards.

"Old man, chase me or save these guys down there, it's your choice!"

"Hahaha!!!"

Deidara's crazy laughter was so harsh at this moment that Ohnoki had to stop chasing him. He clasped his hands together and looked towards the clay spider that was falling from the air.

"Dust Escape·The Art of Original Realm Peeling!"

The transparent cylindrical crystal was centered on Ohnoki. As Ohnoki waved his palm, he continuously eliminated the clay spiders scattered around him one by one, and finally decomposed the C2 dragon in the sky.

At this moment, Deidara had already arrived above the hundred-meter-high mountain, with his palms facing down and his mouth open.

Clay was continuously spit out downwards, and a pure white clay waterfall continuously spit out from Deidara's mouth. It accumulated on the top of the mountain and gradually took shape, becoming a large doll that looked exactly like Deidara.

"This..." After dealing with all the explosive clay, Ohnoki turned around and looked at the mountain at the edge of the village, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw a large doll that looked exactly like Deidara appear on the top of the mountain, standing on the mountain with lifeless eyes. It was as big as half the mountain, as if it was sitting on an ordinary mound of earth.

"Deidara, stop it!!!"

Ohnoki shouted, and the ninjas behind him showed desperate expressions.

"It's over. This kind of explosive ninjutsu has such a wide range. Sure enough, this guy came back to take revenge on us."

"Damn it, I was right. How could a guy who only thinks about explosions really want to go back to the village?"

"Humph! Once a traitor, always a traitor! All traitors are the same!"

The insults were like swarms of mosquitoes lingering around Deidara's ears, making him feel irritated unconsciously.

"You keep talking so much. It's so annoying!"

"Let me show you guys my ultimate art!"

"C4-Garuda!" At the same time, raise your index finger and thumb in front of you.

"drink!!!"

As people watched, the huge Deidara doll continued to expand, and the breath of death enveloped them little by little.

At the same time, the chakra from Ohnoki's body was constantly gathering in his palm.

【Faster, faster! 】

Time passed by little by little, and Ohnoki discovered with horror that it seemed to be too late.

But at the moment when he had lost all hope, Deidara's Garuda seemed to have gone silent and disappeared with a "puff".

Suddenly, Ohnoki felt his already tense nerves relax at this moment, and even the ninjas behind him were all ecstatic and cheering.

"A traitor is a traitor! Isn't it just a misfire ninjutsu? I don't know what you are so arrogant about!"

"That's right, it's so shameful!"

"Wait, wait a minute, look, what is that!!!"

Many people in the crowd pointed to the place where the fire of Garuda went out.

I saw that the whole mountain was like a painting, being erased bit by bit from top to bottom, and the ashes of the eraser were constantly blown away by the wind.

Deidara saw that this scene had already begun, and he silently stepped on the giant bird under his feet to rise higher, hiding in the clouds, and admiring this silent feast of explosion.

Until the mountain completely disappears...

"Goodbye, Iwagakure Village, goodbye, old man."

"This is my last gift before I leave..."