"Kill, kill, kill!"
After entering the Possession Body state, Gaara drooled as he let out beast-like growls.
Only now did he finally look a little like a monster.
Before this, he had looked like a troubled kid with autism and insomnia!
"Can you still fight?" Kimimaro turned back around, his expression calm as he looked at Gaara, who now appeared even more ferocious than he did.
Gaara did not answer Kimimaro's question. He charged straight at him instead.
Before this, Gaara had always relied on sand in battle.
As for taijutsu, it could not be called merely terrible. It was downright awful!
That was probably because the sand had protected him since childhood. Many problems could be solved with sand, so he had never deliberately trained in that area.
At least, in Soji's impression, the normal Gaara had never fought anyone hand-to-hand in the original story.
But after entering the Possession Body state, Gaara's fighting style had somewhat departed from the very concept of being "human."
He hunched over, his enormous Shukaku right arm dragging halfway along the ground.
This frontal charge looked more like a beast hunting prey.
"Screech, screech, screech!"
As Gaara charged forward, the claws of Shukaku's right arm scraped against the ground, producing an ear-piercing sound.
It felt like scratching a blackboard with long fingernails. Just hearing it was unbearable!
When they looked at the path Gaara had passed through, five claw marks had already appeared on the rooftop, each gouged three or four centimeters deep into the ground.
The Chakra within Gaara, which should have been completely corroded away by Kimimaro's gray Shikotsumyaku, now began surging forth again without end.
There was no need to guess where this newly emerging Chakra came from. It could only belong to One-Tails Shukaku!
Although Kimimaro was surprised that