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บท 170: Chapter 170

When Deidara regained consciousness, he squinted slightly, surveying his surroundings. He found himself lying in a large hall, surrounded by a group of strange, older men who were curiously eyeing him like he was some kind of oddity.

Instinctively, his body tensed up.

No way? This can't be happening, right?

Though Deidara considered himself an artist, and a mainstream one at that, he had no interest in the unusual hobbies of more eccentric, fringe artists.

Whenever he encountered them, he'd blast them to pieces, purging the art world of such "blemishes."

Could this be karma, coming back to bite me now?

Deidara grew increasingly worried.

Just then, he overheard the strange men conversing nearby:

"Look at this kid, smooth skin, and a delicate face. He fits right in with us—definitely one of us!"

'One of you'? Who the hell is one of you?! Deidara raged internally.

"Let's keep him. He can help us expand our family."

No! Don't tell me I'm going to be both a troublemaker and a breeding pig?! Deidara felt a cold chill run down his spine.

"No way! This kid looks pretty rebellious. I doubt he'll be obedient."

"Then we'll just give him a good beating and keep scolding him. A good child is raised under discipline."

'A beating'... Deidara fell silent.

"Let's give it a try. If it doesn't work, we'll just bury him."

Use me and then bury me? Deidara couldn't hold it in any longer.

"You shameless old fools! All of you, go to hell! Hmm!"

Furious, Deidara jumped up, preparing to surprise and blow away these disgusting men.

However, in the next second, Deidara realized that while he could move freely, his chakra had been completely sealed. His full strength was unavailable.

He froze mid-pose, an awkward expression on his face as the room's atmosphere grew tense.

Meanwhile, due to Deidara's sudden outburst, the hall quickly fell silent.

The high-ranking members of the Hagoromo clan watched as Deidara erupted in anger, shouted at them, and then stood frozen, dumbstruck.

After a brief moment…

"Let's just kill him," one of the "old fools" suggested.

This drew agreement from many of the other "old fools."

Until a shout broke the tension:

"Deidara!!! Do you still not realize your mistake?!"

Just as Deidara, who was about to nobly face death, heard someone call his name, he turned and asked:

"Who the heck are you?"

Hagoromo Morin, his face flushed with frustration, replied, "You don't even recognize me anymore?!"

"You look kinda familiar... Hmm." Deidara scratched his chin, carefully studying Morin. After a moment, he clapped his hands and exclaimed:

"Oh, it's you! The old man who used to nag at me constantly back in the day! Hmm!"

If there were two people from Iwagakure who had left a deep impression on Deidara, one was his teacher, the Third Tsuchikage Onoki, who constantly restricted him from blowing things up. The other was old man Morin, who always followed him around, spouting strange phrases.

As for Kurotsuchi—was there anything more fun than bombs?

Seeing an old acquaintance in a foreign land, Deidara temporarily set aside his thoughts of martyrdom and curiously asked:

"Hey, old man Morin, weren't you in Iwagakure? What are you doing here? Don't tell me you've become a rogue ninja like me? Hmm?"

Hagoromo Morin sighed deeply. "Deidara, you really didn't listen back then, did you? This is the territory of the Hagoromo clan. I am a member of the Hagoromo clan, so of course, I'm here."

Deidara thought for a moment. "The Hagoromo clan? Sounds familiar. Oh right! That strong guy who beat me mentioned it earlier. Hmm."

"This is the Hagoromo clan's land. Everyone here is a member of the Hagoromo clan. Including you, Deidara. You carry the blood of the Hagoromo clan within you," a young voice echoed through the hall.

Deidara noticed that the moment the voice rang out, everyone present, including Morin, whom he recognized, immediately stood up and bowed respectfully toward the main seat.

Following their gaze, Deidara saw that someone had now taken a seat in the previously empty spot.

It was the young man who had easily defeated him earlier.

"I see you were all having quite the lively discussion," Gensou remarked with a light smile, glancing at everyone present.

Morin quickly stepped forward and said, "Forgive us, Clan Leader. Deidara turned out like this because I failed in raising him properly."

While Morin was openly explaining, he was secretly doing everything he could to protect Deidara's life.

Meanwhile, Deidara was deep in thought.

"Clan Leader… Hagoromo clan… old man Morin…"

Deidara had never been lacking in intelligence. He had simply always been so focused on his artistic creations that he paid little attention to anything else, even matters others considered of utmost importance.

If he hadn't cared for Onoki's teachings, how could he have paid any mind to Morin's words?

In a way, this was another form of childlike innocence.

Now, with everything laid bare and his attention fully focused, Deidara began to recall long-buried memories bit by bit.

He remembered how, back in the day, while he was shaping new clay bomb designs, old man Morin would always nag him about the "glory of the clan."

Right—he had always been talking about the Hagoromo clan.

But Morin had never explained which "Hagoromo" (羽衣) he meant. Could it have been "浴衣" (bathrobe)? "羽翼" (wings)? "雨意" (rain sentiment)? It could have been any of them.

Busy with his artistic endeavors, and with the "glory of the clan" meaning nothing to him, Deidara had always let those words go in one ear and out the other.

Even as words like "Hagoromo Gensou" and "Hagoromo clan" became more frequent in the ninja world, they hadn't stirred Deidara's deeply buried memories.

Until now.

Listening to the conversations around him, Deidara finally understood.

Hagoromo Gensou!

The young man before him was none other than Hagoromo Gensou!

Deidara was certain.

Only someone of such stature could possess the overwhelming strength that left him with no chance to resist.

And the people around him—all members of the Hagoromo clan.

Wait—he himself was a member of the Hagoromo clan, too.

"So my last name is Hagoromo? The same Hagoromo as Hagoromo Gensou? Hmm, the characters for 'Hagoromo' look pretty artistic. They suit me as an artist. Hmm."

Now that everything was clear, Deidara's first thought, in typical fashion, was how the characters for "Hagoromo" had an artistic feel that he liked.

Then, he let out a big sigh of relief:

"So, it looks like I won't be forced down the wrong path after all. Hmm!"

(End of Chapter)

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บท 171: Chapter 171

"Deidara, now that you understand you're a member of the Hagoromo clan, surrounded by your blood relatives, how do you feel about that?" asked Motoni, who was also present.

Without thinking, Deidara immediately blurted out, "Feel? Of course, I think the name 'Hagoromo' has a very artistic vibe! Hmm!"

"Idiot!" Morin rushed up to Deidara, smacking him hard on the forehead. He sighed heavily with frustration. "Now is not the time to talk about art! You should be happy that you're finally reunited with the Hagoromo clan!"

"Agh! Old man Morin! You hit me on the head again! Ever since I left the village, I swore no one would hit me on the—wait..."

Deidara stopped mid-sentence, remembering how Gensou had already knocked him on the head twice. His so-called vow had long since been broken.

"Forget it. You're too old to be so irritable, so I won't hold it against you. Hmm," Deidara huffed, turning his head away, ignoring Morin.

Morin's hands trembled as he resisted the urge to smack Deidara again.

Gensou raised a hand, signaling for Morin to step back.

Morin, still worried, gave Deidara a concerned glance as he stepped aside, unsure if the young man would understand the gravity of the situation.

"Deidara," Gensou's voice called out.

This time, Deidara immediately quieted down.

It wasn't just because of the previous beatings that Deidara became compliant. It was more the presence of Gensou, who sat calmly, one hand lightly tapping the armrest of his chair, emitting no visible aura. Yet, the pressure Deidara felt was suffocating.

Deidara had met powerful figures before—Onoki, Itachi, and the Akatsuki leader Pain—who could all defeat him, but none had ever made him feel this way.

Even if all of them combined, they wouldn't give him the same sense of overwhelming pressure.

Deidara, who was usually restless, fell silent, and the others stood quietly by, listening intently.

Without beating around the bush, Gensou asked directly:

"Are you interested in rejoining the Hagoromo clan?"

Deidara wasn't dumb. He knew the situation he was in.

It was just returning to his homeland, right?

While it was disappointing that he couldn't blow up the airborne fortress into a spectacular firework display, Deidara thought about all the artistic creations that awaited him in the future. Besides, these people hadn't insulted his art, so he nodded and said:

"Of course, the Hagoromo clan has a very artistic... ahem, I'm willing to return. Hmm."

Deidara, who had instinctively wanted to mention art again, quickly changed his tune when Gensou gave him a sharp glance, and returned to the topic at hand.

"Good," Gensou nodded. "From now on, you will serve as the Hagoromo clan's spy, returning to the Akatsuki and relaying all relevant information about the organization."

"What?" Deidara was taken aback.

He had fully prepared himself to shed his Akatsuki uniform and spend the next while comfortably staying with the Hagoromo clan.

Unexpectedly, he was being sent back to the Akatsuki as an undercover agent.

Not that Deidara had ever felt much loyalty to the Akatsuki. He had joined mostly because Itachi had defeated him and disregarded his art. Deidara had joined, intending to get revenge one day.

However...

After joining the Akatsuki, Deidara had seen the unique abilities of the other members and started to appreciate their powers as forms of art.

Additionally, the battles to capture tailed beasts were full of excitement, fitting the thrill-seeking nature of an artist. Deidara had begun to think of the Akatsuki as an "artist collective."

Everyone was an artist, and if possible, Deidara wanted their actions to continue.

With a bitter expression, Deidara asked, "Can I not go?"

Gensou replied bluntly, "Of course not."

Deidara sighed.

Though everyone in the Akatsuki was an artist, for the sake of his own future in art, he would have to sacrifice the others.

Besides, being an undercover agent was a form of art in itself.

"Just imagine," Deidara thought, "the moment when my true identity is revealed, and the shock, disbelief, anger, and killing intent from the other Akatsuki members who think they know me. All those intense emotions condensed into a single moment—that would be a perfect expression of my art!"

Deidara stroked his chin, and after some thought, his eyes lit up.

And having the Hagoromo surname? That was yet another artistic touch.

Quickly convincing himself, Deidara confidently pounded his chest and said, "So you want me to be a spy for the Akatsuki? No problem, I'm familiar with them! I'll definitely get the job done! Hmm!"

Standing nearby, Morin finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Deidara's life had been spared.

Gensou also nodded in satisfaction.

Unlike the original story, where all sorts of unexpected events could happen, it was important to keep a close eye on the Akatsuki, whose mission to capture tailed beasts could cause serious trouble. Naturally, Gensou wanted to monitor their every move.

Deidara, being a member of the Hagoromo clan, was the perfect candidate for the job.

Of course, if Deidara had proven too reckless, Gensou would have been prepared to take him out. Thankfully, Deidara wasn't entirely ruled by his explosive tendencies, and he agreed to the task.

Still, as a precaution, Gensou had a backup plan.

"Since you're rejoining the Hagoromo clan, you'll need to receive the Hagoromo Mark."

As Gensou spoke, he vanished from his seat and reappeared next to Deidara, his five fingers igniting with a deep red flame.

"What... what are you going to do?" Deidara sensed something ominous.

Morin quickly chimed in, "Deidara, this is a great honor! The clan leader himself is placing the Hagoromo Mark on you!"

Indeed, it was a significant honor.

Many in the room felt a deep sense of awe as they watched the clan leader, who hadn't placed the Hagoromo Mark on anyone since the Warring States period, prepare to mark Deidara.

It was a symbol of pride, far more prestigious than receiving the mark from elders or other seniors.

Deidara didn't yet understand the significance of what was happening.

Soon, he felt a burning pain on his chest.

Fortunately, the pain came and went quickly.

When it was over, Deidara looked down to find a red symbol of a hammer and scythe etched onto his chest.

And honestly, it looked pretty artistic.

"This is the Hagoromo Mark," Morin, in an unusually good mood, explained the many functions of the mark to Deidara, such as sensing other clan members, self-igniting, and locating...

"Locating?"

Deidara's body stiffened as the word echoed in his mind.

"Damn it!!!"

(End of Chapter)

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