EBE Chapter 822 I really know!
Chapter 822 I really know!
The soul of the Instant Killer looked calmly at Zhang Hai, the fear in his eyes gone, replaced by a resolute resolve.
“I know… that your Konoha side went to great lengths to infiltrate Iwagakure for a secret mission.” The assassin’s voice was hoarse but exceptionally clear. “And as someone who knew about it, I am doomed. I have only one wish… that Deidara can live safely.” He took a deep breath, as if making a momentous decision. “For Deidara, I am willing to do anything, even sacrifice my life.”
A hint of approval flashed in Zhang Hai's eyes. He hadn't expected that the Instant Killer could unleash such powerful paternal love even in despair. This paternal love even moved him somewhat.
“Very well.” Zhang Hai nodded, then stated his demands, “I won’t let you die, but I need complete control over your soul. The Sharingan’s control leaves too many traces and is easily detected. I will use the ‘Spirit Control Technique.’” He paused, his tone carrying an undeniable threat, “If you don’t cooperate and the Spirit Control fails, I will take Deidara hostage and flee Iwagakure. You know what that means.”
The assassin's body trembled violently; he knew perfectly well what this meant. If Deidara fell into Konoha's hands, the consequences would be unimaginable. He knew he had no chance of resistance; for Deidara's safety, he had to cooperate.
"I agree." The voice of the Instant Killer was firm and resolute. "As long as Deidara is safe, I am willing to cooperate with you."
Zhang Hai said nothing more. He reached out and gently placed his hand on the head of the Instant Killer's soul. An invisible force surged from Zhang Hai's soul and instantly flowed into the Instant Killer's soul. Although this was only a part of Zhang Hai's differentiated soul, its soul power far exceeded that of the Instant Killer. In addition, the Instant Killer did not resist at all, and the spirit control technique was completed with exceptional ease.
A strange feeling welled up inside him. Zhang Hai felt as if he had merged with the soul of the Instant Killer, and he could clearly perceive all of the Instant Killer's memories, emotions, and thoughts. At this point, Zhang Hai had complete control over the Instant Killer's soul. As long as he did not release his ninjutsu, no one could tell that the Instant Killer before them was no longer the original Explosive Ninja, but a puppet controlled by a Konoha ninja.
After completing the Spirit Control Technique, Zhang Hai's physical body withdrew from the Instant Killer's body. He didn't choose to stay at the Instant Killer's house, but instead, based on previously obtained intelligence, deduced the final mission location. He needed to lay in ambush beforehand and prepare for the upcoming operation.
"Dad! Daddy!"
Before long, Deidara slowly woke up from his deep sleep. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw Deidara sitting not far away, so he happily rushed over.
"Dad, look! I made this!" Deidara held up the small white clay animal in his hand, excitedly showing off his artwork. It was a lifelike little bird, somewhat immature, but full of childlike charm.
As Zhang Hai controlled the soul of the Instant Killer, he felt an unprecedented surge of paternal love welling up inside him. This feeling was so real, so intense, that it even made him feel somewhat dazed. He smiled and took the little bird from Deidara's hand, gently patting its head.
"Great job, Deidara." The voice was gentle and full of love. "Would you like to see Daddy perform a magic trick for you?"
Deidara nodded excitedly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
He led Deidara to the open space outside. He took out a lump of clay from his ninja tool pouch and skillfully began to knead it. In no time, a pure white owl took shape in his hands.
“Go, my artwork,” he said softly, tossing the clay owl into the air.
The owl flapped its wings in the air, so lifelike. Deidara watched intently, his little face filled with surprise and curiosity.
Snapped his fingers.
"Oh!"
With a loud bang, the owl exploded in mid-air, and the brilliant flames instantly illuminated the entire night sky, like a blooming firework that vanished in an instant.
Young Deidara stared at the sudden explosion before him, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes gleaming with an indescribable longing. Something seemed to have been ignited within his small body—an infinite yearning for power, for art, for explosions. He fantasized about creating such awe-inspiring explosions, just like his father.
Seeing through Deidara's thoughts, he gently patted Deidara's head and encouraged him, "Deidara, you can do it too when you grow up."
Deidara nodded firmly, his eyes filled with determination. He turned to look at him, his childish voice tinged with innocence: "Dad, is this... the art of explosion?"
Zhang Hai's heart skipped a beat. Explosion...art? In his view, explosions were killing techniques, means of war, and forces that destroyed everything. He had never associated explosions with art. But looking into Deidara's innocent eyes, he ultimately didn't refute it.
"Art... whatever you think it is, is fine," Zhang Hai replied softly, controlling the soul of the Instant Killer.
Deidara laughed, a carefree and innocent laugh, as if he had found the most precious treasure in the world. He tilted his head, watching the firelight gradually fade in the night sky, his small figure appearing so tiny in the darkness, yet so resolute. He didn't know that the "art" he saw would one day become a force that would strike fear into the hearts of the entire ninja world.
The clamor of the battlefield seemed to fade into the distance at this moment.
Zhang Hai stood behind the Iwa ninja army, his eyes beneath the mask subtly transforming into crimson Sharingan, his gaze piercing through the layers of people, locking onto the demon-like figure at the center of the encirclement.
The Third Raikage, A. This name represents the pinnacle of physical strength in the current ninja world.
But in Zhang Hai's discerning eyes, this once invincible Raikage was already at his last gasp. His lightning chakra, which had been as solid as armor, was now, though still raging, showing signs of instability and flickering. Every punch, every thrust, was draining the last vestiges of life force from his cells.
"To cover his comrades' retreat, he actually chose to fight against ten thousand ninjas alone, and even used himself as bait..." Zhang Hai thought to himself, a complex emotion that was extremely difficult to detect showing in his eyes.
Such behavior would undoubtedly be considered foolish according to the rational code of ninjas; it would be abandoning one's value as a 'Kage'. But looking at that figure who still stood firm amidst the army, Zhang Hai suddenly understood why Mabui held such unwavering loyalty to Kumogakure and to this Raikage. This pure will, burning for protection, truly possessed an awe-inspiring power.