The Trouble with Raising the Little Ten-Tails, Simulating Gaara

Minamoto Takuya let out a low, clear scoff. The sound echoed across the empty desert, filled with mockery for Rasa's outward ferocity and inner weakness.

He had no interest in meaningless slaughter, and his contempt for Rasa was not worth any further effort.

"Then... until we meet again." Before his words had faded, the blinding lightning surrounding him flashed. His figure vanished from the spot like a ghost, leaving only his teasing voice ringing clearly beside Rasa's ear.

"Next time we meet, I hope Lord Kazekage won't mistake me for some Cloud Village ninja again! Hahaha..."

The laughter was like a poisoned thorn, stabbing fiercely into Rasa's eardrums and heart.

He stood motionless, his body trembling violently with utter humiliation and unvented rage. The air seemed frozen for a long while before he finally forced the vicious fury that nearly burst from his chest back into the depths of his heart.

When his gaze turned to the unconscious Gaara nearby, that suppressed anger instantly found a new outlet, transforming into even deeper, bone-piercing disgust and resentment.

"Useless trash! You have no value yourself, and even your value as a vessel has been greatly diminished! Now I have to waste my power reinforcing the seal again to prevent Shukaku from going berserk once more... You're a burden through and through!"

Yet no matter how much he hated it, One-Tail's strategic value to Sunagakure was ultimately irreplaceable.

Rasa suppressed his disgust, gritted his teeth, and walked toward Gaara step by step, beginning to arrange the technique to seal Shukaku once more.

Minamoto Takuya reappeared in the familiar, chilling Experiment Base.

His gaze slowly swept over the row of special containers before him.

Within them were sealed clusters of chakra light in different colors and forms. Some surged violently, some gloomily, and