In moonlit woods, remnants of battle lay scattered. Amidst twisted trees, Deidara's scorched body rested. His blue eyes flickered open, revealing defiance. Mysterious chakra fluctuations saved him and mended his wounds. Determined, he rose and vowed a spectacular and artistic return. He ventured forth and noticed a stranger approach. He quipped with a smirk: "Well, well, what do we have here? Another admirer of my explosive art? Or just a nosy wanderer? Choose your words carefully, un."