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

The story starts at the same time.

The boy seldom left his home—even if he did, what would it matter?

I was just treated as a monster by a group of people and stood there at a loss.

Or maybe when he was going berserk, he would cause unnecessary trouble to Yashamaru.

There is nothing good about going out, staying at home is the best.

This way no one will find it troublesome and no one will be afraid of him.

But that day, Gaara walked out of his house against his will. The world outside was like purgatory, with strong winds howling like demons, stirring up dust all over the sky. Endless darkness enveloped the earth, like a ferocious giant mouth that wanted to swallow him up.

It is difficult to know whether this is what the world really looks like.

But this is Gaara's world, it belongs to him.

The outside world has become a little strange now.

Even holding Yashamaru's hand, his heart was still shrouded in endless loneliness, as if he was in a desolate desert, with silence all around and only the lonely sand dunes silent in the wind.

Why is the world so big, but there is no place for him?

Oh, no, there's also Yashamaru.

But when Gaara was about to look up at Yashamaru, the young man smiled slightly.

"Wait here Gaara, I have things to do."

Even Yashamaru has to leave.

The lonely boy was at a loss as to what to do and just stood there holding the teddy bear in his hands.

It's so empty here that it's almost a wasteland.

The longer I stand here, the more insignificant I feel.

The next second you will be swallowed by loneliness.

Just standing here, the boy's tears were about to fall.

He looked in the direction where Yashamaru left with anticipation.

Blocked by the sand dunes, nothing can be seen ahead.

He wanted to take a few more steps to the other end of the sand dune to look for Yashamaru.

If I find Yashamaru, the pain in my chest will subside until it disappears.

As long as there is Yashamaru there, it is enough...

But the boy couldn't take a step forward.

If Yashamaru came back and found him running around, he would definitely be angry.

If Yashamaru gets angry, does that mean we don't want him anymore?

He doesn't want it! Gaara doesn't want this kind of result!

He only has Yashamaru left...If even Yashamaru doesn't want him, how he will survive is in doubt.

Tears accumulated in the boy's eyes, about to fall.

But something fell from the sky accompanied by dust.

What is it?

Gaara was stunned for a moment, tears in front of his eyes and his vision was distorted.

But he seemed to be able to see again.

The desire to see was so strong that the surrounding sand became his eyes.

The unformed Eye of Sand is working normally by chance.

It is even more hidden than the state it is formed later.

As long as human desires are unlimited, human potential is unlimited.

Someday, not today, Gaara will suddenly realize this.

A boy with black hair and white eyes, wearing clothes that don't belong here.

The black and white pattern is such a pure color that is almost never seen in the Kingdom of Wind.

Gaara looked into those pure white eyes.

This is a stranger.

He doesn't belong here.

But...

I see myself in the eyes of outsiders.

Children are not very accurate in judging adults' body shapes, but it is a miracle that they can remember their characteristics.

After all, not everyone is Uchiha Itachi.

Not everyone has the Sharingan.

That would be too unfair.

Gaara blinked in disbelief.

Was he seeing things? Inside the pure white eyes of this person was his own image.

Not a monster, not a Jinchūriki.

Not a tailed beast.

He seemed to know himself.

Gaara was all too familiar with people's eyes.

The child is not big, but he has met more people than some adults.

The sand seemed to be connected to Gaara.

They are restless.

The restlessness cannot be stopped.

Take the person in front of you apart and take a good look at his or her structure.

The urge to kill and gore started from the sand, spread to Gaara's body, and then went to the sand.

They are ready to move.

Gaara is still confirming.

The sand is about to get out of his control - power always follows the owner's most primitive desires.

Want to know, want to understand...

Who exactly is this person?

There are two looks that Gaara is most familiar with.

One is to look at the eyes of strangers.

The second is the look in the monster’s eyes after knowing his identity.

If I have to choose one, Gaara prefers the former.

But the boy with the white eyes in front of him chose the third option, a look that Gaara had never seen before.

Not even in Yashamaru's eyes.

"See you next time."

The boy smiled and said goodbye to himself.

不 ...

Please don't go!

The sand was completely out of Gaara's control and flowed up along the boy's trouser legs.

Want to keep the person.

"Do not..."

At least, please tell me your name!

"Gaara, it's almost time to go back..."

This is a sand dune, and Gaara is a ninja who uses sand - if he can be called a ninja at his age now.

If you put it here, you can have fun alone!

In the desert of the Kingdom of Wind, the rolling sand dunes are like golden waves, stretching to the horizon. The sun shines down obliquely, reflecting the outline of the sand dunes with exceptional clarity, alternating between light and dark, and distinct layers. When a gust of wind blows, the sand on the sand dunes flows like a stream, forming soft sand patterns.

This is what nature's nursery is all about.

The top of the sand dune is flat and wide, with a very wide view. Looking far away, you can see the desert in the distance connecting with the sky, a vast expanse. In this quiet scene, people's hearts seem to be cleansed, becoming peaceful and broad.

Even monsters would calm down here.

The plants in the desert are rare but tenacious. They take root in the low part of the sand dunes, adding a touch of vitality to this desolate land. Occasionally, you can see some small animals running between the sand dunes, bringing some vitality to this silent desert.

Sand dunes are masterpieces of nature, they change over time, showing the infinite charm of nature. Standing on the sand dunes, people can't help but sigh at the greatness and magic of nature.

But feeling emotional is one thing, and actually visiting is another.

If no one is here, there is no need to worry about Gaara hurting others - if the child goes berserk, he will be the one who suffers in the end.

It is called protection, but in fact it is no different from surveillance and babysitting.

Gaara had never wished so much that Yashamaru would not appear.

If Yashamaru had not come here, could the other party have stayed?

Even if it's just for a minute.

This was a look Gaara had almost never seen before.

No fear, no fatigue, no boredom.

Just looking at an old friend whom I haven't seen for many years.

It's been a long time.

The boy's parting words were also strange.

He said, "See you next time."

If it's this person, I'll definitely see him again.

As time went by, the sand's originally taut force gradually relaxed, and did not squeeze the disappearing boy into a horrible, bloody object as expected.

It is no exaggeration to say that if it was just a sticky and soft meat paste like jam, I am afraid Gaara would feel satisfied and very happy to see such a result. After all, his fear of his current life has penetrated into his bones, and all the spider silk that can lead him out of hell exudes a fatal temptation!

However, at this moment, facing this enemy that was about to disappear without a trace, even such a cruel and bloody scene could no longer satisfy the confusion and helplessness in his heart that was almost pitch black...

He's not a monster, he just has rusty parts.

Need some rust remover and some lubrication.

He seemed to see the maintenance worker he needed at this moment.

But he was fleeting.

"Gaara? What happened?"

Yashamaru is already a veteran employee.

Even if one says one thing and means another, one can still handle it with ease most of the time.

It was only when the boy looked back that he realized.

Yashamaru, it’s Yashamaru.

He had his own things to do, and he was just one of Yashamaru's things.

Just because he's alive, does that mean he's a problem for someone?

This kind of life, this kind of current situation, who is choosing for him?

The child's thinking can only stop here.

What ends before thinking is tears.

Gaara felt his eyes sore, but no liquid came out.

I can't cry.

He didn't know who to cry to.

If you have never seen the light, even if you live in darkness all your life, it can only be said to be easy.

But fate is so unfair.

Let him see those eyes.

Now Gaara can clearly realize that he had never seen such eyes before he met the boy.

Without any prejudice, just look at him.

"Oh! It's Gaara."

What happens after that?

Then there is nothing left.

It’s not that there is nothing impurity in those eyes.

On the contrary, Gaara saw the boy's desire.

He is leaving because there is still a lot to do.

He didn't know why he was here, feeling confused and unknown - but even so, he still smiled and said to himself:

"See you next time."

Children are in the stage of understanding and exploring the world.

Always use the greatest sensitivity to learn and adapt to the surrounding environment.

Because I haven’t seen it, I don’t know.

In a sense, it is easier to satisfy.

But once you have seen it, once you have learned how to cook it, some foods that you previously thought were new suddenly become...

It becomes overnight meal.

...

"In the beginning, the problem was not about Yashamaru's death."

The boy hugged the little bear and recalled his own memories.

Precious, hard-earned memories.

"But I met you, right?"

"Gaara."

Even though he had the soul of a rebel ninja and the memories of an adult, Gaara still didn't know how to answer.

This was not the answer he wanted to convey to Neji.

He didn't know what specific obsession Neji had.

But there is one thing Gaara has a clear conscience about.

"I never regret meeting you."

On the contrary, I thank fate for letting me meet you.

Yashamaru is also an important figure in Gaara's life.

However, this color made the boy discover impurities at the wrong time before it became pure.

Especially the next second after getting the "pure gold" standard.

"But if you hadn't met me, you would have been better off."

Before 000 disappeared, everyone thought that the problem was caused by Yashamaru's death.

But 000 is also pretending to be ignorant even though he knows the truth.

He should know clearly who the real sinner is.

It's just that he was afraid---000 himself became eager to meet Gaara.

Ningci's throat suddenly seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. It felt like a heavy dark cloud was pressing on his chest, making him feel extremely suffocated and painful.

He swallowed hard, trying to ease the discomfort, but to no avail.

There is only one reason, and that is because of the entanglement deep in my heart.

Distressed and confused. These troubles were intertwined like a tangled mess, leaving him with no clue or solution. They were like cancerous tumors that constantly eroded his soul, making him, who was once considered strong, increasingly fragile...

000 is him, he is 000.

But he is not completely 000.

Maybe the previous memory + soul equation wasn't entirely correct.

"Before you met me, your life would have begun."

"No! It's not..."

The kid wasn't very tall, but he seemed to have forgotten that.

Gaara stood on tiptoe, trying to grab Neji.

But it was all in vain.

Vision and motion estimation, none of them can be done well.

In the end, the boy caught it and placed it beside the bed.

I'm not as good as Gaara thinks.

The obstruction in Neji's trachea became more and more intense.

He could barely breathe, couldn't feel the oxygen flowing through his blood.

It's time to make a choice.

he thinks.

"Host, System 002's friendly reminder!"

"There are only forty-six hours left before we can start teleporting!"

"Host, please be prepared!"

There is absolutely no doubt that Gaara would have been happier if he had not met him.

How could a selfish man like him have the qualifications to pray for encounter and salvation?

Gaara didn't have to die.

You don't have to leave your homeland and become a rebel ninja.

No need to catch him again and again and do those meaningless things.

It only takes one minute to walk home.

"I am definitely happier now that I have met you!"

Gaara started crying again, but Neji didn't see anything wrong with it.

Crying is not just for children.

Furthermore, Gaara, who is disguised as a child, should not be blamed no matter how much he cries.

So he laughed.

It was like smiling at another Jinchūriki when being pierced by the Impalement Jutsu.

"Well, I know."