Trash

Although Rasa was not at a disadvantage, he looked around and realized that aside from the person using Ice Release—

The white-haired young man beside him was also emanating a terrifyingly powerful pressure.

Seeing the situation grow increasingly dire, Rasa knew that continuing the stalemate would do him no good. An idea came to him, and he decided to provoke them and disrupt their rhythm.

Rasa fixed his gaze on Gaara in the distance and roared:

"Gaara! Have you become Konoha's lapdog? You've utterly disgraced me, your father!"

Gaara had always been a man of few words, but he cared deeply about his identity as a Konoha ninja.

Hearing Rasa insult him like that, the calm lake of his heart instantly churned into a raging storm, and the fury within him erupted like a volcano.

In an instant, the air around Gaara seemed to ignite. Raging sand surged and roared like wild horses breaking free of their reins.

The yellow sand dancing through the sky blotted out the sun, its immense might making everyone look on in alarm.

From that overwhelming aura alone, it was clear that Gaara had been completely enraged.

However, Gaara was only sixteen years old now.

In terms of the amount of Chakra within him, he was clearly at a disadvantage compared to the battle-hardened and experienced Rasa.

Even so, Gaara, who wanted only to avenge the blood debt, could not care about any of that. He even refused the help his teammates wanted to offer.

At that moment, Kimimaro, who had been closely watching the battle from afar, sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly shouted:

"Gaara, calm down! Have you forgotten the important intelligence you brought back to the village?"

Hearing that, Gaara paused slightly and instinctively swept his surroundings with the corner of