The price of training

Yang Xing is not a kind person, but he is very friendly to a little devil, always thinking of him and helping him with everything.

That's impossible.

He lacked Minato 'Minato patience and sense of responsibility.

Even though Gaara is indeed pitiful, Yang Xing has things he must do.

"Little brat, let me tell you, even if you use the One-Tail Beast as a shield, it won't change your soul." Yang Xing lifted Gaara up with one hand, his Mangekyō staring directly into Gaara's large eyes, his expression cold as he said, "I can tell you, your soul craves killing and destruction. Don't you want to say otherwise?"

"No, no." Gaara struggled, his eyes filled with fear and trembling like a child.

"I said it's wrong? Do you think you're so kind, that everything you've done is right?" Yang Xing curled her lip, sneering, "Haha, don't joke around. What you've done isn't even human. You're just a machine, a killing machine that no one would like."

"I don't want to, I don't want to train anymore, I want to go home, I want to go home." Gaara struggled to his feet, tears welling up in his eyes, and he burst into tears. Perhaps only Yang Xing could Jinchūriki so helpless that he cried.

In this village, no one can even think of stomping on this One-Tail Jinchuriki, let alone deliberately provoking him and making him cry.

Yang Xing was the first person Temari had ever seen, the first boy she cared about deeply.

"Crying won't change anything." Yang Xing didn't let go with one hand, and Gaara still struggling. The Mangekyō remained in place. "Gaara, I've told you before, I don't like conventional training methods. I prefer hellish training. If you want to prove you're not a killing machine, change. Change yourself. I've said it before, I don't like dawdling."

"My first task for you is to catch a live bird, using only your Sand Release!" Yang Xing enunciated each word heavily.

Gaara cried loudly, "I don't want to do it anymore! Let me go! Let me go!"

"You don't have to do it? Do you really think I'm some kind of good person?" Yang Xing's Mangekyō revealed a chilling gaze. "Let me tell you, if you fail before sunset tonight, or give up altogether, I'll give you a nightmare, a nightmare from the deepest recesses of your soul."

The power of Mangekyō is absolutely terrifying.

Faced with those eyes, Gaara's gaze faltered for a moment, and in that instant of realization, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

He had no doubt that the guy in front of him possessed such abilities. Those eyes were his nemesis, his nightmare. If those eyes were used to their fullest potential, it wouldn't just be a nightmare for him; there would definitely be something far more terrifying.

Gaara's face darkened; only now did he realize that there was no turning back.

"I'm done. Have you played me back?" Gaara asked nervously, sounding just like a little kid afraid of his father.

"I kept my word. If you succeed, I'll reward you. If you fail, don't blame me." Yang Xing sneered coldly as he pushed Gaara aside, looking at the brat who had plopped down on the ground. His face was indifferent. "Begin. If you want to waste time, I won't stop you. To be honest, you're not the person I need most. I only need the Tailed Beast inside you. If you can't produce the effect I desire, I don't mind killing you, this Jinchūriki, and replacing you with another Jinchūriki."

"No, don't kill me! I'll do it right away, right now!" Gaara, who had gotten up, looked extremely nervous and glanced around, wanting to continue searching for any more birds to train him with.

Yang Xing didn't even glance at it. This kind of thing couldn't be accomplished in one or two tries. He didn't want to stay here with this guy any longer. He hadn't even had lunch, and he was starving. He'd rather find someone else to watch over things. Rest and freedom were what Yang Xing wanted.

Without much hesitation, she turned and left, her face calmly sweeping over the ground. She yawned and said, "Hey, have you seen enough, Konan Guren? Come out."

"Owner."

"You!"

Guren, Temari, and the others were surprised to be discovered. They knew they couldn't stay any longer and obediently came out.

Gaara stared intently at the sky, Temari gazed at Yang Xing with a complex expression.

Noticing the girl's somewhat innocent gaze, Yang Star Ninja step forward, a smirk playing on his lips. "What's wrong? Do you really think I don't know where One-Tail is? What are you planning to do next? Kill me? I don't think you have the strength for that."

"I won't kill you." "However, I still want to thank you."

Glancing sideways at Gaara's serious expression, Temari remained calm. "If it weren't for you, Gaara might not have changed. In the end, he would definitely have become the kind of killing machine you described."

"Thank me? Then give me a kiss?" "Haha, just kidding."

Touching his face, Yang Xing was stunned, staring blankly at Temari had taken several steps back, blinking her eyes with a smile that almost made Yang Xing want to pounce on her.

Damn it, I got ambushed! This is unacceptable, absolutely unacceptable! I have to get revenge tonight and see who's the better ambush predator.

Having made up his mind, Yang Xing glared resentfully at Temari before leaving with Guren and Konan.

"Keep an eye on your brother for me. Report back to me if you succeed. If he runs away, don't worry about him. Just report back to me."

"No problem, I'll take care of judging people."

Unfortunately, this guy is still too small; he hasn't developed at all.

Yes, it needs to be aged for several years to taste good.

The night deepened.

After dinner, as the sun was setting, Gaara still hadn't returned to report to him.

Yang Xing frowned, lifted his head from between Guren's knees, and stroked his chin thoughtfully. "That guy wouldn't have really run away, would he?"

"Isn't Master going to take a look?"

"No way, it's pointless. Those brats are utterly useless." Yang Xing lay back down, enjoying the comfort of his lap as a pillow. "If he really wants to run away, then he's only that much of a player. I don't need to teach a brat that level anything."

A woman landed outside the door, her forehead beaded with sweat. She landed panting heavily, her face flushed.

Yang Xing was puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"Come with me for a moment." Temari forward, grabbed Yang Xing's hand, and pulled him up.