People raise Hokage in Yunyin

Deidara quickly got up from the ground and trotted to Hibiscus' side.

"Big brother..."

He was a little reserved and forced a flattering smile on his face.

Hibiscus showed no reaction to his approach, as if she already knew that he had woken up.

"My name is Yeyue Hibiscus."

He spoke softly.

‘Yeyue? ’

Deidara's mind turned and he caught a glimpse of Kumogakure's forehead protector in front of the other person's forehead, and then thought of this name that sounded slightly familiar.

In an instant, he recalled the other party's identity information.

'But what does this have to do with him? ’

After just a moment of hesitation, he leaned a little closer to Hibiscus again.

"Brother Mujin, that technique you just did?"

He rubbed his hands and tried to appear that he didn't care so much.

That agile posture, like a living creature, seemed to be deeply engraved in his heart, making him feel itchy.

Although he had always been very proud of his artwork, it was only after seeing Hibiscus's skill that he realized how rigid and rough his clay figures were.

Thick lines, corners that are not soft enough, and single color blocks regardless of shades.

Even the most confident explosive power seems to be far less than the opponent's up version of the figure, which is obviously twice the size.

Hibiscus sat firmly on Mount Tai, still staring at the sky not far away, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Deidara was a little anxious. If others had treated him like this, he would have sent a bomb to the sky.

But the person in front of him is not an ordinary person. It should be said that the person in front of him is very likely to be his senior on the artistic path!

As soon as he rolled his eyes, he thought of a way to close the distance.

"Brother Mujin, you must have saved me just now. I hope I can repay you well!"

He patted his chest, looking extremely sincere.

"Please let me express my gratitude by showing you my art, big brother!"

He put his hand into the clay bag he carried with him, biting and chewing it with the big mouth in his palm. After a while, the white bird he was most familiar with appeared in his hand.

The small white bird flapped its wings, flew up from the palm of his hand, circled around the two of them, and then landed in his hand again.

Deidara flattened his palms and raised them in front of Hibiscus, showing him his final masterpiece that had been carefully modified several times.

He truly believes that showing his art to others is a means of gratitude.

And if you are willing to let the other party comment, it shows that you are truly convinced and recognized.

Hibiscus glanced casually, then turned her head indifferently.

"It's just a shoddy thing!"

A cold voice came from his mouth.

"what?"

Deidara's face was filled with anger, and he turned around to argue with the other party.

"You are a bird, right? It has a round head, a round brain, and a round body. The wings are simplified with a few branches. The color is pure white, which is okay, but it is just one color and has no layers at all?"

"And, these dull eyes?" He deliberately took a closer look, then shook his head with a look of disgust, "Oh, there are no eyes at all, they are just two black holes."

His dissatisfaction with the white bird was clear in his words, "It seems to be a secret technique like explosive escape. If it is just to carry a large enough explosion, why is it made like this? Why not just make it a huge one?" Wouldn’t it be nice to just throw the dumplings over during the battle?”

Hibiscus shook her head as if she didn't understand, and then suddenly realized something: "Is it possible that you just want to make him look better, so that you can look unique?"

"But in the final analysis, it's just a perfunctory thing!"

He made one final comment.

The half-sarcastic and half-sarcastic tone made Deidara furious. His face turned red and he was on the verge of rage at any time.

But after Mu Jin finished speaking, his hands immediately made a move. He rubbed his hands together, and then pulled them apart. In an instant, a bright silver miniature eagle suddenly appeared in his palms.

Its base color is pure silver, but the outer layer has a hint of clear blue.

The strong chest is in a streamlined shape, and the head is held high, giving a majestic appearance.

The feathers on both wings can be clearly seen, and the two smart eyes seem to be filled with electric light.

This expressive eagle stood on the palm of Hibiscus, holding its head high as if shouting at Deidara, looking like it was ready to take off at any time.

Deidara's eyes were obsessed with this realistic "figure", and he didn't care about the other party's arrogant attitude.

As for the flying bird in his hand that was full of pride before, he had long ago dismissed it as waste.

As Hibiscus closed his hands, the eagle turned into lightning and disappeared into the air, leaving only Deidara's envious and regretful eyes.

He took a deep breath, deeply aware of his own insignificance.

"Please teach me, brother!"

He lowered his proud head and shouted to Hibiscus sincerely.

"My art is not just about pursuing explosions, but the moments when dazzling things with ultimate beauty are sublimated in explosions!"

That's right, compared to Hibiscus's vivid and expressive things, his proud art is like a joke.

If he was only pursuing the scale and power of the explosion, he would have already focused on transforming the properties of clay and the scale of the technique. Why would he need to knead so many carriers of different shapes?

Mujin hesitated for a while, seemingly helpless because of his attitude, and finally agreed to his request with some reluctance.

Deidara was ecstatic!

After pondering for a while, Hibiscus coughed twice and began to explain.

"How do you think you can improve your art?"

"Effort and...inspiration?"

After thinking carefully for a while, Deidara gave the answer with some hesitation.

He has never thought about this issue at all. He has always believed that his art is the ultimate, supreme, and does not need improvement!

Every improvement is just a renovation of the ultimate art...

"That's true, but more importantly, observe more, study hard, and listen to other people's advice."

Mu Jin didn't know what to do. In fact, he only had a rough guess about Deidara's artistic views.

There is no way, the art of those who call themselves artists in the ninja world is too magical.

Even if you have the same concept as him and seem to completely outshine the other person in many aspects, you may not be able to get the other person's approval. He still takes advantage of a little brainwashing to change the degree of approval.

Deidara was a little confused by his answer. It was far different from what he thought.

However, the other party's art is so much better than mine, maybe this is the reason!

"I practiced with great concentration in Yunyin for fifteen years. During this period, I observed all things and constantly revised my art. Finally, I achieved such a lifelike and realistic posture," Mu Jin began his self-narration. As soon as he spoke, he pulled Deidara Shocked in place.

“So, how much do you pay for your art?”

His deafening question made Deidara a little ashamed.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that he has always been complacent about his art, always running around trying to let more people see his art (only to do terrorist attacks), and slowing down the pace of in-depth study.

"Moreover, do you have any senior fans who agree with your art and are willing to follow your footsteps and witness your progress?"

Hibiscus continued to ask questions.

Deidara wanted to say there were countless, but... when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that even his teacher, Onoki, dismissed him, and no other person expressed his approval.

“If there aren’t even such people, how do you know that your art is progressing and you are not immersed in self-satisfaction?”

Hibiscus decided to analyze him based on her own facts.

"I am in Kumogakure. Although I am not a high-ranking official, I am also the principal of the ninja school. Not to mention other things, at least all the students and teachers are deeply convinced by me, believe in my ideas, and follow my policies."

Mujin was referring to the policy improvements he had made to the Ninja School over the years.

Deidara fell into deep thought. In his imagination, the entire Kumogakure ninja school was scrambling to imitate the art of Brother Hibiscus.

Teachers are delving into art every day, and students are delighted day and night to get Hibiscus’s tips...

'Such a scene...

He shed tears of envy.

"Even my second brother, although his artistic views are different from mine, he regards RAP as his artistic method and is equally deeply respected. Whenever he holds a concert, the seats below are always full."

Hibiscus continues to lie, it is true that Kirabi is admired, and holding a concert is not a lie, it is just about the number of viewers...

Although Deidara couldn't understand the other person's art, this feeling of being so popular...

Seeing that the time had come, Mu Jin pretended to be regretful and said, "The only pity is that my eldest brother is Raikage. He treats me badly, and I can't compete with him for position."

He sighed and continued: "If I were the Raikage, come to think of it, it wouldn't be a ninja school, but the whole village would admire my art and compete to follow and imitate it. Even if everyone makes a suggestion, I will learn from it. Absorbing valuable ones will probably improve technology a lot..."

Deidara was enlightened, as if he suddenly understood something.

He thought more deeply. If he became the Tsuchikage and wanted to show his art, even if the whole village came to watch and learn, he would not have to travel so far as he does now...

"I understand!"

He bowed deeply to his good brother in front of him.

To become the greatest artist, you must first become a Tsuchikage, then study carefully, and ask people in the village to help you make suggestions, and finally become a famous person!

"I benefited a lot from chatting with Brother Mujin, but I will not give up on the road of art!"

He said goodbye to Hibiscus quickly, mounted his bird, and rushed to the village without looking back.

Ohnoki steps down, and the day when he comes to power is just around the corner!