After looking in the mirror,
Gaara suddenly remembered that he actually had a small mirror in his pocket too. When he took it out and looked, it was shattered!
Obviously, the battle that morning had broken it.
He placed the shattered mirror on the table and sat back down on the bed. He slept especially well this time. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed such high-quality sleep, because One-Tails Shukaku was always trying to seize control of his body.
If Shukaku tries to fight for control again, I'll use Naruto to scare him. With that thought, Gaara felt that he would be able to sleep well from now on.
Outside the room, the laughter and cheerful voices never stopped.
Gaara stood up and walked to the door, his hand already resting on the handle. Yet for no reason, he hesitated again. There were so many people outside—how was he supposed to face them after going out?
More importantly, those people were not strangers. They were all Naruto's friends, and it would not be right to ignore them.
He had never been the sociable type.
But the laughter outside kept drifting into Gaara's ears, stirring something in his heart. In truth, this was what he longed for as well.
A group of people with common topics, eating, drinking, and chatting about everything under the sun—that was the warmth of friendship. The old Gaara would have instinctively avoided such occasions.
But now, Naruto had brought light into his world. He had warmed him, letting him feel that beyond the cold and darkness, there was an even more beautiful kind of warmth.
I'll just go out and take a look. I can stand far away.
Gaara convinced himself with those thoughts. Once he had done so, he opened the