Chapter 210
"Where's that thunder coming from?
Firecrackers? Damn, it's loud."
Zixu hovered in the sky, his body slicing through the clouds with ease. Though he was hunting down the Akatsuki organization, he still had the awareness to sense disturbances elsewhere—handling everything like it was child's play.
Ahead of him, Deidara soared on a giant clay bird, flying at high speed. The wind howled in his ears, cold enough to slice skin, but he didn't dare stop. The guy chasing him? Terrifying as hell.
At first, Deidara had arrogantly believed no one could resist his "art." And if they did? It only meant his art wasn't refined enough. But when Zixu strolled through one of his clay bomb explosions without a scratch and followed up with a devastating punch, Deidara realized—this guy had a monstrous physique. If the fight dragged on, he'd be dead meat.
Retreating wasn't cowardice. It was tactical.
Zixu trailed behind, not even trying hard. He played with Deidara like a cat teasing a mouse, hoping the Akatsuki member would panic and fly back to his companions. Killing two birds with one stone sounded way more efficient than flying all over the place.
But after all this chasing, Deidara still showed no sign of landing. Zixu figured maybe it was because he kept that close tail, always just a second from catching him. Either way, the game was starting to bore him.
"Running like this won't help you. I remember what you did—you harassed and attacked the Land of Whirlpools when it was still standing. It's time to settle the score."
Zixu never forgot. He kept everything written down in a little notebook. Every bastard who wronged him or blocked the rise of Uzumaki's legacy—none would be spared.
Deidara didn't respond. Normally a chatterbox, he stayed quiet now. This was life or death. He cursed his slow-ass bird and watched helplessly as Zixu's long, serpentine dragon body started to cut off his escape route.