Art is Explosion!

Sasori hated waiting for others, because he had never managed to wait for his parents to return. So he did not want to wait for Deidara either, and controlled the Clay Bird with Chakra threads to fly back. "Brother Sasori..." Deidara's voice, his body turning transparent, carried a hint of sobbing. He had been withdrawn since childhood, but in truth, he placed great value on loyalty and feelings—let alone when the person risking his life with him right now was a senior he respected in art.