Naruto: The hardworking model who realizes his dream is actually the white moonlight of the ninja wo

Fear concentrates producers, and is weak.

Gaara had this idea when he was still a child, and his father, the Fourth Kazekage, had the same idea.

Gaara felt almost no burden in bringing back the person who fell from the sky.

The reason is, of course, that I am almost at the top.

Not to mention being injured, he had never even experienced bleeding.

How can a person who can't even hurt himself have the ability to hurt other people in the village? Besides, those other people are nothing more than Yashamaru.

Want friends.

Such thoughts have become crazy in Gaara's mind.

Introverted children cannot find people like them - the more special someone is, the more the child will feel that the other person is similar to him or herself.

The more similar we are, the closer we are.

The power of the tailed beasts, and the boy who fell from the sky again and again and knew him.

Couldn't be more of a match.

The subconscious mind is very magical. Without Gaara himself being fully aware of it, the subconscious mind made the choice for him.

"Please don't take him away."

"Please don't hurt him either."

"he is my friend."

Friends, an ambiguous and strange concept, is a feeling that Gaara has not yet truly experienced.

What he is doing now is emotional advance payment.

"Gaara..."

Yashamaru couldn't say no.

This child is actually a very good child.

Kind and lonely - but his identity is distorted by the views of the village and people around him.

Yashamaru wouldn't say anything, he was the only one who knew Gaara best.

On the contrary, he didn't fully understand this person yet.

The feeling of closeness is something that has only recently occurred.

I'm afraid even Yashamaru himself can't tell what should be done.

"Let's go back, Gaara."

Yashamaru took Gaara's little hand, which still had some sand mixed with chakra on it.

This child is not only a Jinchūriki, but also inherited his father's talent in ninjutsu.

The ninjas of the Sand Village are good at manipulation, and some of them are puppeteers everywhere.

But among the puppeteers, there is a very special group of people.

They don't manipulate puppets, but use chakra to manipulate existing matter.

If the escape technique is the result of pure chakra transformation.

Then the ninjutsu of controlling sand is the pinnacle of operating sand as a puppet.

In Yashamaru's memory, there are only a handful of ninjas who can do this.

Even if Gaara had the blessing of the One-Tail's chakra, it would not be an easy task for him to manipulate sand as freely as he does now at his age.

In every sense, heredity and genes are terrible things.

Yashamaru's mind was full of things related to Gaara - he forced himself to think about something else.

Turn a blind eye, turn a blind eye...

Ignoring the person Gaara held up with sand...

Sorry! Gaara, he still can't do it!

Yashamaru had no idea what was going on in the kid's mind.

But he knew one thing, he was no longer a child.

The young man stood in front of Fengying's office, confused and helpless.

He was hesitating.

As the saying goes, growing up is just hiding your immaturity.

And this immaturity always pops up from time to time.

People call it making mistakes.

And now, Yashamaru is making a mistake.

"Cough cough..."

What should I say?

For himself? For Gaara? Or for Gaara's friend.

Yashamaru knocked on the door of the Kazekage's office with trepidation.

"Lord Kazekage..."

"Please come in."

Fengying's voice sounded a little strange.

Yashamaru frowned and thought: It sounds like he's saying, don't come in by yourself.

But Lord Fengying's words "please come in" are real.

He hesitated and opened the door of Fengying's office:

"excuse me..."

Forget it, just turn it off.

Sorry, I got so excited that I had hallucinations.

What did he just see? Huh?

Nothing was seen.

I didn't notice that Lord Fengying was being pushed against the neck, and there was a pot of aloe vera next to him making a strange laugh.

"why did you leave?"

"Don't you have something to say?"

"Since we are here, why don't we sit down..."

"Let's have a good chat..."

Weird black and white aloe vera poked its head out from the door panel - it looked like it had grown out of the door panel on its own, which was weird.

Yashamaru wanted to scream, but the only way he managed to keep his composure was thanks to...

Yes, he has excellent ninja qualities.

People can be reserved and pretentious, but they must have professional qualities.

This is why he is standing here now, ready to report to Lord Fengying what he must report.

"Absolutely."

"return."

The young man's cold voice came from behind the door - Can you ask this monster to come back a little earlier?

You've threatened him enough, are you trying to train his obedience by asking him to go back now?

No way!

Yashamaru felt like crying but had no tears as he watched the door slowly open again, revealing Lord Kazekage and the young boy inside.

It’s really impossible!

Before, I just opened the door and saw what was inside.

Now he could really see what was inside.

The kunai that was pointing at the Kazekage-sama had been retracted, and it looked like nothing had happened.

The young man holding a kunai sat leisurely in the office chair of Lord Kazekage - the Kazekage himself stood aside, his pupils trembling, looking at him.

what's the situation?

Only then did Yashamaru see clearly that the young man in front of him was the "friend" brought back by Gaara.

But he had seen that person just now, and his exhausted chakra and powerlessness were not fake - and the clothes he was wearing were also very different from what he was wearing now.

The young man in front of him was wearing a red cloud and a black robe - he looked like the attire of a member of the mercenary organization "Akatsuki".

His face was calm and composed, without any dust on it.

No matter how you look at it, this isn't the "friend" who was in front of you just now.

Furthermore, there are more striking differences.

The young man wearing the Akatsuki robe had a conspicuous bright red tattoo on the left side of his neck.

"000."

If they weren't twins, Yashamaru had reason to consider that they were actually some kind of special clones.

After all, what introverted men are best at is imagining.

Having a rich imagination is not a bad thing.

But if it is a clone, it is definitely not a good thing.

"Really, this is the fun part..."

Aloe Vera slid down the door panel reluctantly.

It seems that the obedience training is still good.

Anyone who walks with these monsters - and can even talk to them - is definitely not an ordinary person.

Our boss, Lord Fengying, is still in that man’s hands!

"Don't be so nervous, how about sitting down?"

"Jue, close the door."

Before Yashamaru sat down, Aloe obediently closed the door.

There was no one else around - except the captured Kazekage-sama.

It feels like even if you scream your throat out, no one will come to save you.

"Ahem...excuse me..."

Yashamaru walked like a robot, moving forward stiffly.

"Don't bother, don't bother."

Aloe popped up precisely from under Yashamaru's feet, "We are the ones disturbing you."

"Right, Master Kazekage."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes... no, no..."

Fengying Luosha didn't know why this situation could affect him. He was just standing there innocently.

It was he who was nearly killed, and now his corpse is being whipped repeatedly.

It's still him!

"Don't disturb, don't disturb, don't disturb at all!"

Some words are one thing when spoken, but what you actually think is another.

Yashamaru doesn't know much about Akatsuki.

But his intuition told him that the person in front of him might not really be a member of the mercenary organization.

In his memory, the Akatsuki organization did things for money and were a group of shameful warmongers.

In other words, they are taking advantage of other people's misfortunes.

But no matter what, it is rare for the murderer to hit the shadow head.

It is true that he is a Kage-level master, but looking for trouble is not the style of the Akatsuki organization.

Who would dare to openly offer a bounty on the head of the Fourth Kazekage?

Yasha could not have imagined that if there were such a group of people, the war would have started long ago.

It is not Lord Kazekage's turn to bow and scrape here - is this Lord Kazekage's usual style?

"Don't be nervous, we're just running errands."

Yashamaru heard the boy speak, and it seemed like he was actually trying to comfort him.

If Aloe Vera next to him hadn't spoken, Yashamaru might have really been appeased.

"Do something, do something."

Why repeat?

"Now that we are done, we should leave."

The boy stood up - Yashamaru preferred to call him 000.

"You don't need to worry about anything, just do what you should do."

If there is no need to worry! What is the meaning of the naked threat when opening the door for the first time!

Yashamaru roared in his heart, but his expression remained calm - except for his stiff movements, he seemed no different from usual.

So that’s the good thing about being a reserved and reserved person.

No, no, no, this should be considered a poker face!

000 led the monster and opened the door, but only walked halfway.

"So..."

"I won't bother you."

It was as if he had just had a hearty conversation with Kazekage before Yashamaru.

This is really sweaty.

"Don't bother me!"

So why do the black and white aloe vera need to be repeated at the end?

Yashamaru watched the two men walk away in despair, and when he turned around, the Kazekage had returned to his usual self.

Sitting upright at his desk, serious and stern.

"What is it?"

"Go ahead."

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

Who was the person 000 threatened just now?

It's obviously me!

Who else but him?

And he is just an ordinary Yashamaru, how could he be worthy of being a threat?

After thinking about it, there is only one point?

The young man let out a deep sigh and took a deep breath with great effort.

"No...nothing."

But Lord Kazekage didn't say anything - he even showed deep sympathy, with understanding written all over his face.

"If you have nothing else to do, go back first."

Lord Fengying waved his hand and leaned back in his favorite chair with fatigue.

"Yes..."

Master Gaara... what kind of friend have you found...