naruto rebirth

Most jinchuriki have a miserable childhood.

But Gaara, the one-tailed jinchuriki, had the most miserable childhood. He was hated by everyone in the village, and even his father wanted to kill him.

He could only be lonely and wandering, wondering why people treated him like this.

Later, he accidentally hurt some people. Looking at the painful expressions of others, he also wanted to understand what the pain was.

However, because of the armor of sand, he couldn't even hurt himself and couldn't understand pain.

"Yakshamaru, what does pain feel like?"

Yashamaru's purple-black eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky, but his eyes were very complicated, and he turned to stare out the window.

"How to describe it?"

His two soft eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he was obviously thinking, "Is it painful or sad, or is he hurt by others so much that he can't stand it and can't maintain a normal state."

He stretched out his injured hand and scratched his head, "I don't know how to describe it, but it's just a bad state."

Gaara pursed his lips and glanced at his injured hand with his green eyes, "Yashamaru, I hurt you, do you hate me too?"

His eyes then moved to the side, not daring to look at him. He was afraid of hearing the answer. The thin man in front of him was already the last person willing to stay by his side.

Yashamaru was startled, Gaara in front of him was very helpless.

Although he is still a child, he has lost the happy childhood he should have, and his whole person is in a state of collapse.

He subconsciously consoled him: "People will hurt others or be hurt by others more or less in their lives, but people will not hate someone easily, Master Gaara."

"Thank you, Yashamaru," Gaara finally smiled after hearing this, "I think I probably understand the feeling of pain."

"Am I injured like everyone else?" He covered his chest. "Although there is no bleeding, I feel a lot of pain here."

Seeing this, Yashamaru stepped forward, took the knife out of Gaara's hand, and then quickly cut his fingertips.

A bright red color instantly emerged from his white fingers, dripping continuously along the wound.

Gaara opened his eyes wide and looked at this scene with some fear. It was blood that he had never shed before. It looked like blood, and it hurt just to look at it.

"When the body is injured, it bleeds. It may seem painful, but as time goes by, the pain will disappear naturally. If treated with medication, it will heal faster."

Yashamaru said nonchalantly. He looked at Gaara steadily, "But the trauma in the heart is more troublesome. There is nothing more difficult to heal than heartache."

"Heart trauma" Gaara heard this term for the first time, and he finally understood that the trauma he suffered was his heart.

"Yes, Master Gaara," Yashamaru's eyes were a little sad, "There is a difference between psychological trauma and physical injury. There is no cure for psychological trauma, and it may even take a lifetime to heal."

Gaara clutched his chest, feeling a little desperate. Did he have to endure this feeling of heartache for the rest of his life?

"However, there is something that can heal psychological wounds," Yashamaru suddenly looked at the photo frame on the table, "but this kind of medicine is difficult to find and can only be obtained from others."

“How can I get it?”

"The medicine that can heal the trauma in the heart is" the two of them looked at the beautiful woman in the photo frame at the same time. She always had a sweet smile on her face, "love"

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p; Gaara was stunned. He didn't understand what love was, and asked rather eagerly, "But what can I do to get love? I want to cure this pain, it hurts too much."

Yashamaru turned around and looked at him with a smile on his face, "Master Gaara actually got it a long time ago. The so-called love is to sacrifice for the most important person around you and protect him with a compassionate heart, just like my sister. Same."

He paused and continued: "I think my sister has always loved Master Gaara. Sand Shukaku is a creature that originally existed to attack. Sand will automatically protect Master Gaara, just like a mother's love. , I feel that the sand around you contains your mother’s will.”

"Although my sister is dead, she still continues to protect Master Gaara."

"Yashamaru, thank you."

Yashamaru bit the cut finger in his mouth, "You're welcome, because Master Gaara is the most important person around me."

Gaara stepped forward, grabbed his hand, and put it into his mouth.He wanted to hurt the only person who saw him like this, and he hoped that Yashamaru would get better soon.

moonlit night.

Gaara sat on the rooftop, looking at the huge moon in the sky, and the pain in his heart finally subsided.

Finally, in this indifferent Sand Country, there was someone who truly cared about him.This feeling was extremely good. No matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead was, he felt that he could go on.

Suddenly, a masked ninja appeared behind him, and kunai was thrown ruthlessly from the ninja's hands.

A curtain of sand automatically rose up behind Gaara, blocking all attacks.

He looked back at the visitor, his little face wrinkled, "What wave is this? Is this the killer sent by that hateful father again?"

The quicksand surged, controlled by Gaara, and grabbed the ninja's feet, then moved upwards to wrap around his entire body.

Gaara held it in the air, "Sand Binding Coffin"

Suddenly, the ninja's body was shattered into pieces, and large streams of blood splashed out from the sand, staining the quicksand red.

Then, the quicksand dispersed and the ninja fell to the ground.

Gaara walked towards the fallen ninja. He had to know who it was.

The ninja's face was covered with gauze and he wore the usual ninja uniform of the Land of Sand, but one of his fingers was wrapped with a bandage to stop the bleeding.

Gaara noticed this detail and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. He finally walked over and pulled off the ninja's veil, revealing a familiar face of Yashamaru with blood on it.

"Why you, why Yashamaru? Didn't you say that I am the most important person to you? Why, you will come to kill me?"

Yashamaru didn't say anything, the expression on his face was tired but relieved. Who knew about his pain?

The sister I loved most died because of Gaara, but I have to take care of him. Who can understand that contradictory feeling?

Perhaps death can provide real relief

The last person who stayed with Gaara also left. Yashamaru was the only person Gaara trusted. However, who could understand the shock of being assassinated by the only person Gaara trusted?

Gaara clutched his chest, the incurable heartache made him lose the last bit of his good expectations for the world.

The blood mixed into the rolling quicksand, and he used the sand to carve the word "love" on his forehead.

From now on, only love yourself, only fight for yourself, and live only for yourself.

He will transform into Shura and prove his existence through killing.