In the distance, Shamu stood atop a building with Rasa.
Rasa's body was somewhat stiff, but he stared intently at Yashamaru and Gaara in the distance.
Shamu's Sharingan was open, the Mangekyō in his eyes constantly spinning.
Seeing the scene in the distance, he breathed a sigh of relief and controlled Rasa as he flew over on a Sand Cushion.
"Step... step..." Footsteps rang out.
Gaara raised his head and saw his cold-faced father, Rasa.
Gaara lowered his head again and shrank deeper into Yashamaru's embrace.
Yet Rasa did the unthinkable and crouched down, then pulled Gaara into his arms.
"I'm sorry, Gaara."
Gaara's whole body shook, and he suddenly struggled free from Rasa's embrace. "Dad, what did you say...?"
Rasa stood where he was and said quietly, "Making you a Jinchuriki was never my intention..."
"What is... a Jinchuriki?" Yashamaru's love had just calmed Gaara's heart, allowing him to speak somewhat steadily.
Standing in the distance, Shamu rolled his eyes. What kind of education did Sunagakure have? Gaara was already six or seven, yet he did not even know what a Jinchuriki was.
No wonder he had suffered so much as a child. They did not even teach him about Jinchuriki. How had Gaara endured all those years?
Oh, it seemed Naruto had not known either when he was young.
No wonder they would become best friends later.
Still, Gaara's seal was far worse than Naruto's.
Although the Nine-Tails' Chakra could influence Naruto, Naruto had never known as a child that there was a Tailed Beast inside him.
Gaara, on the other hand, was easily affected by Shukaku. If he accidentally fell asleep, Shukaku would come out and slaughter people indiscriminately.
That was why Gaara had always believed he was a monster.
"A Jinchuriki is someone who has a