In the forests of the Land of Rivers, two figures—one tall, one short—walked slowly. The biting spring breeze set the bells on their conical hats tinkling, a distant, lingering chime as though the wind itself were whispering secrets.
The shorter figure spoke in a low, raspy voice: "Hmph, brat, you seem to have some rather special feelings for that Sealess Fire from Konoha."
He could tell that the two of them had known each other before, and Deidara seemed to be hiding something from the Sealess Fire, holding onto some sort of unnecessary pride. How laughable.
Chapter 167