Arrival in Konoha

"Your name."

At that moment, Gaara walked up to Sasuke and the others, staring coldly at Sasuke.

That person had actually been able to directly destroy his ninjutsu.

"Sasuke. Sasuke Uchiha."

Sasuke said arrogantly, arms folded across his chest.

The Uchiha Clan had no need to hide their names.

"I'll remember your name, Sasuke Uchiha."

After saying that coldly, Gaara turned and left with Kankuro and Temari.

Sasuke gave the three of them a baffled look.

If it had been the Gaara from their universe, he would have been quite interested.

But the Gaara of this place—

Too weak.

The Uchiha Clan disdained bullying the weak.

The group continued onward.

Once they crossed the desert, a lush forest appeared before them.

For the Sunagakure Ninja, who had always lived in the desert, such scenery was a rare sight.

Their pace slowed considerably.

At the same time, there were far more travelers on the road.

Passersby kept casting glances at the Sunagakure group. Sunagakure's clothing was designed primarily to shield them from wind and sand.

It was distinctly different from the attire of the Land of Fire.

That drew curious looks from others as well.

Though they only looked a few extra times.

People from the Land of Wind did not often come to the Land of Fire, but neither were they especially rare.

Their clothes were not particularly bizarre either—just uncommon.

But the constant looks were starting to test Gaara's patience.

He hugged his shoulders, trembling.

He was not trembling from fear.

"Trash should die."

Thick killing intent continuously poured out from him.

Even Kankuro beside him began to tremble.

He was scared.

Terrified that Gaara might suddenly snap and take him out along with him.

"Gaara," Temari called.

Though she was afraid of him too, he was still her