Gaara remained expressionless at Naruto's suggestion, offering no response.
Home?
To him, it was merely a temporary shelter, a little bigger than a tent, that kept out the wind and sand.
Places like that were everywhere in Sunagakure. If it was destroyed, so be it. There was nothing worth caring about.
His answer was an even more ferocious attack!
Whooom!
Shukaku's Spear seemed to come alive in Gaara's hands. With each flick of his wrist, its tip sliced through the air with a piercing hiss.
The spear swept up vast amounts of sand around it, forming spinning dust tornadoes. Like fierce winds sweeping away fallen leaves, like a boulder plunging into a still lake and raising towering waves, they surged toward Naruto from every direction!
The assault was swift and relentless, brimming with destructive force.
Naruto's gaze sharpened, and the sword in his hand rang with a clear, resonant hum.
Golden light coated the blade like liquid. Flashes of steel and afterimages intertwined, becoming razor-sharp waves of sword energy that slashed in every direction, meeting the storm of sand spears and tornadoes without giving an inch.
Clink! Clang! Shhh!
The clash of metal and the crack of shattering sand and stone rang out without pause.
The spear's afterimages danced, agile and unpredictable. One moment it stabbed at vital points like a venomous snake flicking its tongue; the next, it swept across everything in its path like a giant python lashing its tail. Its endlessly shifting attacks carried Shukaku's distinctive ferocity and cunning.
Naruto's swordplay was even more refined and swift. His blade moved lightly, like an eagle skimming the water to snatch a fish, blocking, deflecting, and even counterattacking against the spear's momentum with pinpoint precision. Each stroke neutralized Gaara's assault at just the right moment while probing for an