Deidara and his party, who had retreated earlier, were hurrying to Porari Island at this time, and there were two kneeling figures on the dragon surrounded by dragons.

"Hey! Songxin, you guy, don't die! We're not done yet! We haven't spread our art all over the world! ”

Deidara held the bloody man in front of him and shouted at the top of his voice, his volume inevitably getting a little out of control.

The coral sword that Yakura had fired earlier pierced Matsunobu's chest, and blood was oozing from his chest and the corners of his mouth.

Songxin shook his head with difficulty, showed a mouthful of red teeth, and said weakly but very sincerely:

"Lord Deidara, thank you, ahem... Thank you, thank you for allowing me to witness a grand explosion. When I was younger, I was in awe of these things that could make loud noises and produce fire, but at that time I only had a vague idea in my mind.

"After... Later, when an adult came to the ninja school to give a lecture and listened to the adult's understanding of the explosion, that was the first time I knew that what I had longed for in the past was called art!

"Ahem... I've always been stupid, it's been two years, and I still can't make bombs on my own, I can only detonate them, but it's a pity...... But today, you've let me see the brilliant fires, and I've heard enough of the explosions, and I'm... I! Ahem..."

Matsunobu's chest rose and fell, coughing up sparkling blood foam, and Deidara cursed, telling him to conserve his strength and stop talking.

Songxin shook his head lightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes:

"My lord, please go on with my love for explosions, and I believe that the name of our art will surely resound throughout the world, my lord! I've always felt that you're the best art......"

Songxin's voice grew lower and lower, and finally only a smile remained on his face.

At this moment, a red light rose from the east, reflected on the dark sea, reflected on the dark dragon, and reflected on the dark face of Matsushin, and the sky had broken down.

Deidara clenched her hands into fists and shouted at the corpse:

"Why! Why do you die from Songxin!? I haven't taught you how to make a D-bomb yet. Come with me, let's go and finish that ultimate art together! ”

Deidara looked extremely sad, Matsunobu was the first person to join his team after his first lecture at the ninja school two years ago, and it was from then that he wanted to form a team that recognized the art of explosions, and everyone was an explosion artist.

Now, two years later, he has assembled the team and successfully debuted their art to the world, but the first partner with whom he had been sleepless all night has left him forever.

Deidara remembered what Terumi had told him not to fight, and her heart was full of remorse, and what Tsuchikage had taught her came to mind.

"Old man, is this what you told me? Is this what you tell my partner looks like? Deidara looked at Songxin 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 am really a little ghost, so I let Songxin die because of me, I have betrayed the trust of this group of people who follow me with all their hearts."

By this time, the morning light had illuminated the outlines of all things, and the night had to be curled up behind it.

Laying down Matsunobu's corpse, Deidara closed her eyes and pondered for a while, and when she opened them again, she was already a pair of eyes that had faded from their once childish nature.

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

[From today onwards, I will never do it again, I will protect these cute exploding artists who follow me!] I'll do better than you, old man! ]

Deidara turned to the spring standing on top of the other dragon and asked in a deep voice:

"How many artists have we lost this time!"

"Of the 134 companions who came this time, only 78 returned, and five were seriously injured."

Izumi looked at the new-looking Deidara and said secretly in his heart:

[Your Excellency, you have matured.] ]

When they were together before, he could feel that their adults, perhaps because of their age and strength, revealed a disregard for life and a contemptuous attitude towards the world. This is undoubtedly good for an artist, but it is very unsatisfactory for a leader.

And today, he has put his life in exchange for Deidara's growth.

After the report of the spring, Deidara was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and bowed fiercely to the embarrassed figures around him:

"This time, it was my arrogance that killed these 56 great artists, and I will build an artist monument on Island 3 to engrave their names. I will be accountable to their families. Sorry everyone! We shouldn't have had so many artists killed or injured. ”

It was the first time he had truly felt the brutality of the fight, and the figures who had been laughing together before had been reduced to cold corpses in a battle, and he could now understand Onogi's description of the cruelty of war.

Straightening up, Deidara continued:

"Izumi, the artists who gather medical ninjutsu and medical knowledge, must save the lives of those 5 people, we still have half an hour to get to the island of Arakuma, and then they will be saved."

"But, sir, don't your ears matter?" Izumi asked worriedly, and seeing that Deidara didn't react, he shook his head and went to complete his mission.

Deidara didn't fail to hear Izumi's inquiry, he just wanted to maintain the status quo, and the scar in his left ear would always remind him of today's events.

He silently leaped to the front of the dragon, surrounded by everyone, and sat cross-legged, his brows furrowed.

He is now the supreme commander of the demolition force, not a great artist who is held up by the stars.

......

Half an hour later

The dragons flew up to the Sky of the Land of Waves' camp. The medical unit was already waiting, and after the dragon landed, they rushed forward to treat the wounded.

Deidara jumped off the dragon and walked towards the camp with Matsunobu in his hands.

Izumi happened to come to meet the explosion force at this time, although she and Deidara quarreled every day, but the relationship was still very good, and this time Deidara was a little worried about the raid on the fog as a vanguard.

Izumi looked at the embarrassed, smoky-faced Deidara and just wanted to complain:

"Deidara..."

But after seeing the corpse he was holding, he swallowed back the words that followed. Izumi looked at Deidara with a solemn face, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, silently following him.

She could relate to that feeling, the feeling of everyone around her being gone overnight.

At this time, in the tent of the camp of Maarishima, the ghost shark and the shadow clone of the face were standing in front of the map discussing something, and a sound of footsteps from far and near took away the attention of the two.

After a few breaths, Deidara and Izumi opened the curtain and walked in.

Looking at Deidara's unfamiliar expression and the corpse he was holding, the ghost shark already had a guess in his heart, and he grinned slightly and said secretly:

"Has this simple imp finally experienced this feeling? I hope that the person in your hands did not sacrifice his life in vain. ”

Deidara walked straight towards the face of the numbness, and as he approached, he suddenly fell to his knees and said in pain:

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

Everyone was surprised, and the numb face was no exception. Although he had guessed that he would change when he saw Deidara and the corpse in his arms, he did not expect that this lawless creature would one day really fall to his knees for his dead subordinates, knowing what a proud man he was.

The face was numb, and he hurriedly helped Deidara up, separated into a shadow clone and disappeared in place with Songxin in his arms. Everyone looked at Deidara, who was standing in place with a silent face and no laughter in the past, and they were a little unaccustomed to it for a while.

And Deidara was immersed in his own world at this time, looking at the disappearing figure and said secretly:

"Songxin, wait for me on Island Three, wait for me to triumph, and I will hold a grand funeral for you as an artist!"