━      ❝  Truth is I’m barely trying. That’s not even a sample of my art, hm.   ❞   Honestly retorted, no hints of potential stress to indicate the opposite.Not even a need to resort to his C2 yet, albeit it being a favourite of his.

  Forming another assortment of animated clay, this time in the shape of spiders, almost harmless looking with their simple design yet just as treacherous and lively. At that, EXPLOSIVE. Artist throws them free into the air, towards his opponent’s direction.

  He knew   (  by name so, not her more recent history  )   who he was attacking. But his loyalty to Iwagakure is long GONE.   ❝  Don’t think your identity is gonna hold me back from using more powerful jutsus.  ❞

━      ❝  Help instead of insulting me you stupid!! Else I’ll make it a duty to murder you!!  ❞   Shouting THREATS, while having a mere second of recess from the ongoing fight. Taming a tailed-beast was not always a easy task, less with a CHILDLIKE man to demoralize the artist, who won’t at least lend physical support.

  He keeps struggling, with barely any clay in his hands and his satchel taken away from him, rather left in safety   (  if Tobi’s care could be called ‘safe’  )   . What a MISTAKE to let the other carry his bags, to let his insistance win. The first and last time someone can touch his working materials.   ❝  You could at least give me my damn clay!!  ❞

━      ❝  Do I care about that? No.  ❞   Lips painting a SMIRK, visage smeared with AUDACITY. Determined not to move from his position   (  not even an inch  )   he’ll stay here, acting as a living wall, until demanded otherwise. For he has all the time in the world, as well as teammates fulfilling a plan that nothing allowed to be discontinued.     ❝  You leave, or you become captive of my art.  ❞   Teal eyes move onto the one facing him, defiant, radiating with   (  over -  )   confidence. Taking out a disturbance would merely be a luxury, a TIME KILLER to accept with no hesitation.

━      ❝  It’s been at least ten minutes we are going round and round. Of course it’s a fake!! As if I wouldn’t have guessed it, hm!!  ❞   Temper quick to rise, tongue poised with an acrimonious tone, mouth spitting out words of exasperation; he’s had ENOUGH. The breaking point was reached as soon as he realizes the he had been tricked. The loss of money is far from the worst, but making a FOOL of him is nigh unforgivable.   ❝  If that guy didn’t run away─ why weren’t we given a map in the very first place?!  ❞   Ripping the useless paper into shreds, carelessly left on the ground.   Hands slip in one of the artist’s bags, chakra blending with the material and soon giving like to a new creation. A FLYING MONSTER of CLAY, which he hops onto   (  but doesn’t take off yet  )   , glancing at his team-mate.   ❝  Get on. We’re gonna go by air if we can’t get the road.  ❞

━      ❝  Could be much worse, hm.  ❞   He keeps his voice low enough. Whatever he may think on that matter, it would be better to avoid unnecessary troubles.   ❝  But it’s a shame Pein doesn’t fully comprehend art... Yeah. Ironically, his tastes when recruiting members ain’t so bad.  ❞   Including himself, and   (  though he would not admit it so easily  )   Itachi, too.   Despite the impressions the organization could give off, they were given a DECENT LEADER, actually capable of making this bunch of strange people WORK together. To a certain but great extent.