Tsk.
Uchiha Akira could not even be bothered to curse.
Rasa valued Sunagakure far more than he valued his family. At first glance, it seemed as though he had no choice but to neglect disciplining his child for the village's sake, which did not sound like some unforgivable sin. But in truth, he had failed to take care of either the village or his family.
As for the village, under his leadership, the genius puppeteer Scorpion had betrayed it.
He had abandoned his family.
Gaara hated him to the bone. He had even used his own wife's younger brother as a pawn, causing his death for the sake of his plan.
Rasa did not possess Minato Namikaze's breadth of spirit.
It was as though, in his eyes, valuing the village—
Meant he had to abandon his family.
Yet Minato Namikaze had abandoned neither the village nor his family. Likewise, only someone who cherished his own family could protect the village even better. Compared to Minato Namikaze's, Rasa's breadth of spirit was no different from garbage.
Of course.
Compared to himself, Minato Namikaze's breadth of spirit still fell short by a hundred thousand miles.
A blood moon hung outside the window.
"Gaara, get back here! You are Sunagakure's weapon. Your very existence is meant to protect Sunagakure!"
"If you cannot even do that, you might as well have died by Yashamaru's hand!"
Rasa's voice was stern, his expression solemn, as though Gaara had committed some heinous crime.
Gaara was only six years old, like an exquisite porcelain doll, and fear surfaced in his eyes.
He looked at Rasa, then at Uchiha Akira.
"Gaara, your fate is yours to control. You are not a monster, nor are you the container people call you."
Uchiha Akira did not try to beguile him. Instead,