Dark Naruto's acting life

"Why are you still standing there? Aren't you hungry?"

In the distance, Naruto urged Gaara to come over.

Gaara walked towards Naruto who was not far away.

An open space in front of the cave had been cleared, and a clone was guarding a mound of earth in the open space.

It was a strange thing made of yellow mud.

From Gaara's perspective, it was a pile of earth, but from Naruto's perspective, it should be called an earthen kiln.

Naruto's real body asked the clone guarding the earthen kiln, "How is it?"

The clone said: "It's baked. The quality should be quite good. You can eat it right after you dig it out. It's a little hot though."

Naruto patted his clone's shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work. You can disappear now."

boom!

The clone disappears.

Naruto asked Gaara to sit on the stone where the clone was squatting.

Gaara didn't refuse.

Naruto also found a piece of wood and sat down.

The two sat down, and then Gaara watched Naruto dig out one black oval object after another from the pile of dirt.

Naruto grabbed the black thing and peeled off its skin bit by bit.

Gaara was surprised to find that after peeling off the skin of this black and dirty thing, there was actually beautiful golden flesh inside.

It is steaming hot and has an enticing aroma.

"What is this sweet smell? I have never seen it before."

I couldn't help but feel Gaara's Adam's apple rolling.

Naruto smiled slightly at the sight.

After peeling the skin, he casually handed the sweet delicacy in his hand to Gaara.

"Eat, and if you have anything to ask after you finish eating, just ask. I will tell you everything you want to know."

Gaara didn't hesitate at all.

He took the thing from Naruto's hand, then subconsciously asked, "What is this?"

"Well, I haven't really asked what it's called here, but I call it sweet potato. It's a perennial herbaceous vine of the Convolvulaceae family. It can be steamed, boiled, or chopped up and cooked into porridge. All of them are delicious, but I think roasting it is the most delicious way to eat it. You try it."

Gaara stopped talking after hearing this.

He took a big bite.

But the roasted sweet potatoes just out of the kiln were very hot. When Gaara bit off a big piece, it felt like a piece of red-hot charcoal was thrown into his mouth. He was so burned that tears came out.

He exhaled hot air with a sound of haha, but refused to spit out the sweet sweet potato.

In the end, he swallowed the big mouthful of sweet potato whole.

"Don't be so anxious. Although the food is delicious, it's not worth getting burned for it." Naruto smiled and handed the water to Gaara.

Gaara took the water and took a few gulps.

"Thank you...thank you."

Gaara himself found it magical. He hadn't said these two words to anyone for a long time, but next to Uzumaki Naruto, he suddenly felt that he could let go, and at least saying these two words didn't feel so painful.

With the delicious food in front of them, the two of them didn't say much and just focused on grabbing the food.

Soon, the sweet potatoes were shared by the two of them, and most of them went into Gaara's stomach.

Gaara took another sip of water, his empty stomach satisfied.

After dinner, the two fell into silence again.

After a long while, Gaara finally spoke: "Uzumaki Naruto, who... are you?"

Naruto didn't answer, he asked instead: "Gaara, do you think you are a monster?"

"Monster... I guess, that's how it should be in the eyes of others." Gaara's eyes dimmed slightly. "Why are you asking me this?"

"So what do you think of me who easily defeated you?"

Gaara was stumped by the question.

Yes.

People like me are monsters, so what is Uzumaki Naruto who easily suppresses me?

"Gaara, actually, I'm the same as you. However, I guess you may be a little luckier than me. At least, you have seen your parents, and even your mother is still protecting you. I have never seen my parents, they died on the day I was born. I have no family since I was a child, and they all called me a beast. When I was younger, I didn't understand why they called me that, and when I was older, I heard some news. They said I was a fox demon and called me a monster. They thought I was the culprit who destroyed the village and killed their family. It's very strange, I remember that I never did the things they said, and they seemed to have never seen me commit murder and arson, so why are they so sure that I am a monster? Why do they discriminate against me, slander me, and humiliate me together? I am also a decent person who walks on my own feet, why do they say I am a monster? Gaara, you who are also called a monster, do you have an answer?"

"You..." Gaara seemed to realize something.

Naruto smiled bitterly, "It seems you have guessed it. That's right, they call people like you and me Jinchuriki. The one sealed in your body is the One-Tails, and I am the Nine-Tails."

"It's actually the Nine-Tailed Fox..."

"Gaara... do you want to hear about my story?"

"Yeah." Gaara nodded without hesitation. He wanted to hear about this person's past. Perhaps Naruto could understand his pain.

So Naruto told Gaara about his life from childhood to adulthood.

Gaara was listening quietly at first, but slowly, he seemed to be infected and began to talk about himself to Naruto involuntarily.

The two talked from noon to five or six in the afternoon.

Gaara was a little hungry again, but he didn't care. There was a strange light in his eyes at this time.

The name of that light is - joy.

This feeling comes from a person who shares the same suffering as himself. For a long time, he has been shunned by others.

Not only other people in the village, but even his sister and brother avoided him when walking.

They are hiding from monsters.

He was genuinely happy that Uzumaki Naruto dared to approach him.

At least, Gaara knew that there was someone in this world who would not hide from him.

Cuckoo.

Suddenly, Gaara's stomach rumbled.

Naruto smiled and said, "Are you hungry? Then let's go eat. I know a good yakiniku restaurant in the nearby town. But if we want to go, we need to change our appearance first."

After saying that, Naruto stood up and patted his butt which was numb from sitting for so long.

Gaara indeed did not move.

He looked at Naruto and said, "Naruto, if possible, can you tell me why you brought me here?"

"Purpose..." Naruto's eyes suddenly became deep, "Gaara, do you remember why I told you they are afraid of us?"

Gaara: "You said it was because of fear, because of misunderstanding, and because of the so-called herd mentality."

"Yes." Naruto sighed, "The people in this world are so ignorant. They act as if we have really done something that we have never seen before. As long as someone with ulterior motives provokes them a few words, they will dare to vent their anger and even all kinds of negative emotions on a three-year-old child. This world is so sick. What I want to do is to eliminate this ugly and ignorant world and build a world full of understanding and civilization. To do this, I need help. Gaara, as a victim myself, I sincerely want to ask you to join my team."

After saying that, Naruto stretched out his right hand towards Gaara.

"I won't force you. If you say you don't want to, you can leave on your own."

Snapped.

There was no hesitation.

Gaara grabbed Naruto's hand.

Naruto gave his most genuine smile.

"Welcome to join the Dawn Organization."