Agreement

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"Because I'm wearing a mask, you can't easily trust me, huh? Hehe, not a bad sense of caution. If you had agreed to my proposal so readily, I'd actually be worried about whether you're reliable," Mu said with a faint smile. The seemingly amused yet unsettling expression on his masked face gave off an eerie vibe.

"Your worry is unnecessary! It's impossible to deceive the great Deidara!" Deidara declared proudly, tilting his head upward with confidence.

"It's precisely because of your personality that I'm worried about how reliable you are," Mu thought to himself with a hint of exasperation. By now, the sun had sunk below the horizon, and the moon hung high in the sky. Its cold, silvery light spilled down from above, scattering across the once-dark forest floor in dappled patches. The scene was dreamlike, almost surreal.

At this moment, Mu and Deidara stood facing each other on the grassy clearing. Deidara glared intently at the mask covering Mu's face.

"Alright, since we'll be comrades, it's only right that I don't hide my identity from you," Mu said calmly. Slowly, he placed his hand over the mask and began to remove it.

"You… you're…!!!" Deidara's eyes widened in shock as he saw Mu's true face. From Mu's voice, he had already deduced that Mu was likely quite young—perhaps around seventeen or eighteen years old—but reality still exceeded his expectations.

Before him stood an incredibly youthful face, belonging to what appeared to be a teenage boy no older than fourteen or fifteen. Long black hair slid forward as the mask came off, partially veiling one eye. His unruly locks were tied back with a white cord, framing an undeniably handsome visage. This person looked far too young to match Deidara's mental image of Mu, whose age seemed to differ by only a year or two.

Seeing Deidara's stunned expression, the youth smiled faintly and asked, "What? Surprised?"

Regaining his composure, Deidara stared at Mu in astonishment. "I thought you'd be much older than me. I never expected you to be my age!"

"Heh, if I didn't act more mature, it would be hard to get by in this world. After all, not many people are willing to entrust missions to kids," Mu said casually.

"Hmph! Compared to me, you're still lacking. Plenty of people commission me even after knowing my age!" Deidara instantly regained his confidence, puffing out his chest with pride.

"That's because most of your missions involve acts of terrorism. Whether you succeed or fail, those who hire you bear little risk. Plus, your unique ninjutsu makes you stand out. As for me, I've never taken on such tasks, nor do I possess techniques with such wide-ranging effects," Mu replied matter-of-factly.

"Hmph!" Deidara snorted, knowing deep down that Mu was right. Then, curiosity piqued, he added, "Your name is rather interesting too. 'Mu'—the second Tsuchikage of Iwagakure also went by that name. Surely that's not your real name. After talking for so long, I still don't know who you really are."

Mu paused briefly before breaking into a smile. "You're absolutely right. Let me reintroduce myself properly. My name is Uchiha Mu."

"Uchiha Mu?! Uchiha?! Are you a Konoha ninja?!" Deidara exclaimed in shock. He was well aware of the Uchiha clan's reputation—the prestigious noble family of Konoha, renowned throughout the shinobi world. Their kekkei genkai, the Sharingan, was legendary, having played a pivotal role in countless wars fought under Konoha's banner.

"A Konoha ninja? No, while I am indeed part of the Uchiha clan, I'm not affiliated with Konoha," Mu responded with a smile. At the mention of Konoha, a fleeting glint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"You're from the Uchiha clan but not a Konoha ninja… Are you a missing-nin?!" Deidara asked curiously.

"Hehe, you could say that. Both my parents were traitors to Konoha, and I was born after my father left the village," Mu explained calmly. As he spoke, his once-black eyes suddenly shifted, revealing the crimson three-tomoe Sharingan. The spinning tomoe quickly merged into a central dot, forming a sinister black triangular shuriken within his blood-red pupils. An ominous, chilling aura radiated outward.

"What kind of eyes are those?!" Deidara gasped, his body trembling. The world around him seemed to warp and twist, as though his very soul was being drawn into those haunting eyes.

Noticing Deidara's distress, Mu snapped back to his senses and deactivated his Mangekyō Sharingan, returning his eyes to their normal dark hue. Only then did Deidara gradually come to his senses, unaware that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Taking a deep breath, Deidara steadied himself and turned to Mu with wide-eyed astonishment. "What… what were those eyes just now? I felt like my soul was being ripped from my body. Those weren't ordinary Sharingan, were they?"

As a prodigy of Iwagakure, Deidara had access to plenty of intelligence. He'd seen images of the Sharingan in various documents, but nothing resembling Mu's eyes.

"I apologize. I got carried away thinking about something and lost control for a moment," Mu said sincerely.

"The details don't matter! Tell me what those eyes are—they're beautiful, like a precious work of art! I've never seen anything like them!" Deidara pressed eagerly, his eyes shining with curiosity.

"Those eyes are called the Mangekyō Sharingan—an advanced form of the regular Sharingan. They're a powerful ocular technique far surpassing its standard counterpart," Mu explained, indulging Deidara's enthusiasm.

"Mangekyō Sharingan, huh? Sounds impressive. Hmm, not bad—not bad at all. Your abilities might actually qualify as art, barely scraping by," Deidara said smugly.

"So…," Mu said with a cryptic half-smile, "you want me to join you, right? Fine, I'll agree to team up with you."

Deidara turned his head slightly, looking somewhat awkward. "Yeah, yeah, I accept your cooperation. Let's move forward together."