the loss of his abilities were beginning to become more than a little inconvenient. the initial, and more important, concern had been the constraints that caused the drastic decline in his creations ( the mere firecrackers he was left with were an embarrassment, yeah ). deidara persisted to front confidently without his art, despite the sliver of vulnerability that crept up on him every once in a while. he wondered where in the city he could find a weapon.
spotting the answer to his prayer, the akatsuki member walked by a shorter woman dressed in traditional fashion, complete with a rather large hilt tied to her waist. turning 180° and picking up his pace to catch up with the smaller woman, he offered the typical grin before opening with, ❝ nice blade, yeah! where’d you find it in a place like this? ❞ // @tofrost
