As Twilight, Princess Celestia, and Deidara walked down the halls of the school, the latter asked, “So you’re telling me that I got reincarnated as a dragon in a world full of pastel ponies, un?” Deidara asked. “Now I’ve got to go make art. I’ve got to blow off some steam.” The bomber looked down at his clawed hands. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw all five fingers and two mouths. With a twist of his chakra, Deidara confirmed that his bloodline limit was still in place, to his even greater relief. “Got any clay?”
“So you are a sculptor?” Princess Celestia asked. “I would love to see your work. I am an art connoisseur myself.”
Deidara grinned wildly. “Then I’m sure that you’ll appreciate the beauty of a moment. Art it a bang, un!”
Turning to one of the faculty members, the solar princess asked, “Would you be as kind as to lead us to one of the art classrooms?”
“Certainly, your highness,” the unicorn mare replied.
Upon reaching the art classroom, Deidara sprinted as fast as he could to the containers of clay; having instinctively enhanced his movements with chakra, the incomplete shunhin made Deidara seem to flicker and appear next to the container. As he literally dove in to get the clay, the two unicorns and one alicorn found themselves at a loss for words.
“This is some good clay, un. It takes to my chakra real well. This’ll do.” After hopping out of the box, which was literally three times his size, Deidara turned and picked the heavy box up and carried it over his head to the door. “Nice arms. I think I could get used to this body.” Deidara paused at the door. “Well, are you coming? My art is done best outside.”
“Oh, of course,” Celestia said.
The horned trio followed the newborn dragon outside. Though the box of clay he was carrying was comically big, Deidara refused to let one of them carry it. “I’ve got to build this body’s strength up If I’m ever going to get anywhere in life,” he answered when questioned by Twilight.
Upon reaching the school grounds, Deidara set the box in the grass and climbed into it to retrieve a ball of clay. Returning with a blob, he set most of it down on the ground and pinched off a small ball.
To the horror of the ponies watching him, a mouth full of sharp teeth opened up on the palm of his hand. “GYAAHH!” the unicorn teacher screamed. “What in Celestia’s name is that on your claw?”
As Deidara began kneading the red clay with his mouths, he said, “The Iwagakure Kinjutsu. It gave me these mouths so that I may knead my chakra into the clay so that I can create the ultimate art! Twilight-chan, do you like butterflies?” Deidara held out his claw to show the sculpture he had just created.
“Oh, it’s very pretty. I like it!” the unicorn foal said.
“Watch this. C1: Butterfly.” The sculpture came to life. Flapping it’s small wings, the clay butterfly lifted itself into the air, much to the joy of the little filly.
“Hey, can you teach me how to do that? I want to make living art!” said Twilight.
“Very impressive. I’ve never seen a dragon use magic before. I can see why you call yourself an artist,” Princess Celestia commented.
As his creation gained altitude, Deidara watched it go. “First, I have no idea what magic is. I use chakra, un. I felt antsy, so I put enough chakra into that for at least a C2: Dragon. Second, it’s not the butterfly that is the art. That’s only my brush.”
“What do you mean?” Celestia asked.
“Art is something fleeting, something you only see for an instant. A flash of light, a brief sound, the beauty of a moment, creation and destruction in a second, un.” Deidara looked up. Deeming his creation to be sufficiently far by now, he said, “Inspiration is brief, un. Art… ART IS AN EXPLOSION! KATSU!”
In the direction the butterfly had flown, there was an absolutely massive explosion of green flame, bright enough to make the sun look dull. Behind them, many of the school’s windows shattered, the tinker of falling glass going unheard by the ringing ears.
Deidara, the only one who had remained standing, commented, “Hm… For the amount of chakra I put in, it came out twice as big as I expected. The green flame is new. I love it, un.”
Princess Celestia, as soon as she stood up, galloped into the building to help the injured. Meanwhile, the voices of the filly’s parents drifted out of the damaged school. “Twilight! Twilight! Where are you?”
“I’m outside, Mom, Dad!” the filly replied.
Upon emerging, they raced towards Twilight. Her mother cried, “Oh, sweetie, we were so worried that something had happened to you.”
“I’m ok, mom.”
Night Light, her father, complained, “What is it with all of these explosions today? What happened here.”
“Too much chakra in my art,” Deidara commented as he shrugged. The adult ponies stared at the baby dragon, unsure of what to make of his strange comment.
“Oh! Deidara did it!” Twilight said. “He put this clay in his weird mouth thingies and then made it into an exploding butterfly. Can he teach me how to do that?”
“Diedara?” Twiligt Velvet asked. “How could such a small dragon make such a huge explosion? And NO, Twilight, you may NOT learn how to make explosions.”
“You have no respect for the art or the artist, un,” Deidara pouted. “I’m a reincarnated S-Class Iwagakure nuke-nin and I have the bakuton bloodline. I used to work with the Explosion corps, blowing stuff up, un. Explosions are my art!”
Night Light blinked. “… I barely understood a word of that. However, I think you need to re-evaluate yourself if that is what you call art. You could have killed somepony! You could have killed my daughter!”
“I know. If people die in my art, then it’s all the more beautiful. I killed myself in my last life by blowing myself up,” Deidara stated, much to the horror of the ponies around him. “At least my art is better than that horror show that master Sasori calls art.”
“I’m almost afraid to know,” said Velvet.
“He murders people, then turns their corpses into puppets to use so he can kill even more people. Worst of all, he thinks art should last forever!” the little dragon ranted, ignoring the looks of shock on his audience’s faces.
Princess Celestia stared down at Deidara. At over five times his height, the sight should have intimidated the ex-human; however, Deidara was a shinobi and, more importantly, had fought Akimichi clan members before. Celestia’s giant stature did not faze him.
“You are lucky that there were no injuries in the explosion,” the princess said. “However, there was still considerable damage done to the building itself. This puts me in an interesting conundrum; how do I punish you? In the eyes of the law, you are most definitely a minor. However, you possess memories of your past life, meaning that you are older than you appear. Hmm… your sentence shall be community service. You will help repair the school building, and then you will remain in the castle and explain your abilities to us. If they can be taught, I want you to teach them to my protégé.”
“What?”