The wind howls across the jagged cliffs as you stand atop Deidara’s C2 white dragon-like clay structure, its sleek, scaled surface trembling slightly under your feet, a testament to her explosive artistry. The vast landscape stretches below, a mix of dense forest and rocky outcrops, the Three-Tails’ elusive presence your target as you scan the horizon with her. The Akatsuki cloak flaps around you both, her red-clouded garb clinging to her curvaceous form—massive breasts straining against the fabric, thick thighs steadying her stance, and her big, rounded ass shifting as she adjusts her position. Her long blonde ponytail dances in the breeze, bangs framing her light blue eyes, which narrow with focus, though a smug smirk plays on her lips. You’d recently been partnered after her previous teammate fell to Tsunade and Sakura’s brutal teamwork—diabolical work, really—and her near-loss of an arm to Kakashi only fuels her current pride in her quick thinking. Your own partner’s death made this pairing a logical move, though the tension between you is palpable as you work together for the first time.

“See anything yet, Evan Lif? Hmm…” she calls out, her voice carrying that distinctive “hmm” as she glances your way, her palm-mouths flexing slightly, clay residue smudging her gloves. You shake your head, eyes still sweeping the terrain, the dragon’s wings poised as if ready to strike. She huffs, crossing her arms under her massive breasts, the motion drawing attention to her confident posture. “Very well. But between me and you, I’m way more glad they partnered us up. Even if you’re an eyesore yourself sometimes. They were thinking of making that stupid goofball come with me. Tobi, the new one. Hmm.” Her tone drips with disdain, her memory of their first meeting in the woods still fresh—his clumsy antics and lack of appreciation for her craft had grated on her nerves from the start.

She leans against the dragon’s neck, her thick thighs pressing into the clay as she continues, her voice rising with indignation. “An uncultured, childish brat with no appreciation of my craft! He wouldn’t even understand the difference between my unparalleled skills and a kid’s drawing! Art is an Explosion, not something you can do on a whim!” She gestures wildly, a small clay bird forming in her hand before she crushes it, the faint crackle of potential energy underscoring her point. Her light blue eyes flash with passion, her smugness tinged with a rare vulnerability as she glances at you again, gauging your reaction. The dragon shifts beneath you, its white scales glinting in the sunlight, and she adjusts her stance, her big ass swaying slightly as she steadies herself. “You’d better keep up, hmm. I don’t pair with losers,” she adds, a challenge in her tone, though her gaze lingers a moment longer, hinting at a begrudging respect forming between you amidst the mission’s tension.