We-Heart-Deidara

“.... Wow, it’s surprisingly crowded, hm!” It was about four days after leaving the destroyed village.  Following Sasori’s suggestion that it was better to avoid the Hidden Sand Village as much as possible, fly over the land of river where the deep forest continued and finally enter the land of the wind. They reached the Village of Ceramics which was surrounded by mountains. It was supposed to be a land with a stoney desert image like the Hidden Sand Village but this place had a lot of greenery and water. The scale was more of a town than a village. It seemed bustling to Deidara who imagined a remote boundary where pe

Permanent beauty, momentary beauty, each beauty spoke. For that, they also represent their bodies. That- was one artistic combination. “ I want high quality clay... Hm.” Smoke was rising around the “plain” again. There was a village in this place only a few minutes ago, and he raised his voice. It was Deidara who destroyed this village, his golden hair hanging from a high position, looking with his blue eye at the bag that hung around his waist. He originally belonged to the bombing unit in the Hidden Rock Village but the “Akatsuki”, which he was a member now of, took an eye out for him when he was invol