Was This Fucking Running Away or Demolishing the Place?

Kankuro couldn't hide his surprise; it immediately surfaced on his face.

It was already quite bizarre that he could see through Temari's Ninjutsu.

How did he manage to see through my scheme?

Everyone has different installation habits and approaches.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't have known.

Beneath the bandages, Gorō Satoru's eyes were slightly curved.

His weaknesses are quite obvious; he always focuses on those few spots when he attacks.

It's a major taboo for a puppeteer to be unable to control their own emotions.

On the other side.

"Sand Shower Barrage!"

Gaara's voice couldn't conceal the murderous intent emanating from it.

Are they treating him like he's invisible?

OK.

That's impressive.

A surge of anger welled up inside him.

His eyes were fixed on Gorō Satoru like those of a wild beast, and the skin on his face began to crack in patches, like land that had been parched for eight hundred years.

"Oh no, that's bad, I think I went a bit too far with the joke."

Gorō Satoru helplessly shook his white fur twice.

A hint of confusion flickered in those Azure eyes.

He didn't do anything, did he?

The attacks weren't even really launched.

Why is this person holding back from going crazy?

This whole thing seems incredibly implausible.

He really didn't want that Tailed Beast to escape; he was thinking of keeping a low profile.

Otherwise, things will get really messy.

That said, what should a kid this age be interested in again?

He tried to smooth things over.

Gorō Satoru rested his chin on his hand and began to ponder intently.

He looks about the same age as his brother Sasuke, maybe two years younger.

What does Sasuke like to do in his spare time?

Sasuke?

???

Sigh!

Broken!

He seems to have forgotten about his much older brother.

So, did we encounter any danger this time?

Gorō Satoru opened his Six Eyes and scanned the distance.

It took him a long time to pull his gaze back.

A glint of light in his Azure eyes darkened, revealing a sharp edge.

It seems there isn't much time left.

I don't have time to mess around here.

He picked up the black umbrella from the ground and dodged left and right, avoiding all the round sand bullets that rained down on him.

"Stop running, confront me head-on."

Gaara's voice was low and deep.

Gorō Satoru kept hiding, and after a long time he couldn't catch him, his patience was completely worn out.

But this kid is as fast as an eel, and you just can't catch him in a short time.

Have you ever seen anyone eagerly offer themselves up for death?

Gorō Satoru shook his head, his words neither warm nor cold.

However, it really is time to wrap this up.

We need to figure out a way to stop him from stopping us.

He still has a use for this identity, so try to keep it hidden as much as possible.

Gorō Satoru glanced at the area where the fight had just taken place out of the corner of his eye.

A moment later, he looked up at Gaara across from him, holding the black umbrella in his hand.

"A direct confrontation isn't out of the question."

Gorō Satoru the subject and answered Gaara.

He charged forward, throwing all the Shuriken as he went.

His light and agile body allowed him to quickly evade the attacks formed from the sand.

What are you planning?

Gaara's expression immediately became alert.

Judging from those few judgments just now, he's quite capable.

If he knew that ordinary Shuriken wouldn't be effective, why did he still use them?

Could it be that the Shuriken was just a feint or a harassment to lure him closer for a melee?

Close combat?

His defenses are impenetrable.

No one can break it.

Gaara remained remarkably calm as he watched Gorō Satoru step by step.

He crossed his arms and used Ninjutsu to attack Gorō Satoru slowly approaching.

The closer you get to Gaara, the narrower the space around you becomes where you can move around freely.

Unfortunately Gorō Satoru's speed was incredibly tricky, and he could always smoothly dodge Gaara's attacks in the next second.

He touched his bandages and exhaled.

His Azure eyes were filled with helplessness.

This absolute defense is just too difficult to implement.

I really want to quit.

However, this wave of attacks has almost run its course.

Next, we'll press down one more step.

Gorō Satoru concentrated his Chakra on two fingers and slowly sent it forward.

A soft glow gathered on my fingertips; it didn't seem particularly special.

Wow, that's fast!

Gaara, who kept Gorō Satoru at him, his eyes darkening.

He acted even faster.

It was so fast that even his Sand Shield was a beat too slow to react.

His defenses were indeed impenetrable.

But if you can't even keep up with a person's attack speed, how can you defend yourself?

Unable to breathe from the sheer speed, Gaara silently activated his Sand Armor to protect himself.

"It has speed, but the force is too weak."

Gaara gave a cold reply.

"Oh, really?"

Gorō Satoru blinked twice, asking with a hint of puzzlement.

"Oh, that's alright, it's enough for running around."

"Oh."

Gaara let out a cold laugh.

It's too late to run now.

He sealed off all possible escape routes with a mixture of Chakra and sand.

No one could escape him unscathed.

Especially Gorō Satoru, who had already entered his attack circle.

He's determined to fail here today.

But I will remember his name.

This is a reward for holding out for so long.

As this thought crossed his mind, Gaara's gaze darkened further.

"Sand Binding Coffin!"

He coldly uttered those three words through clenched teeth.

The ground is now covered in special sand mixed with his Chakra.

Now, Gorō Satoru can't escape, can he?

The sand covering the ground easily wrapped up Gorō Satoru, who was right under its nose, like dumplings.

Gorō Satoru couldn't dodge and was buried by the sand that surged up from all directions.

Gaara, slightly out of breath, looked at Gorō Satoru, who was unable to move.

"You're tough enough."

"They've pushed me to this point."

"But that's about it."

"Your name is Gorō Satoru, I've noted it down."

His voice grew deep and hard as he finished speaking.

A bright smile bloomed on Gorō Satoru's lips from within the sand pile.

The eye outside the bandage was also curved.

He still had that carefree attitude, showing no fear whatsoever at the threat of death.

Gaara looked at his nonchalant face, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.

What's going on here?

Isn't he afraid?

Aren't you worried?

It took him a while to pull his gaze away from Gorō Satoru.

Not bad at all!

They were stronger than the ninjas we encountered before.

That's just how it is.

"Sand Burial!"

He slowly read those four words aloud.

Then he took out the black umbrella that Gorō Satoru had been clutching, intending to use it to block the blood that was about to splatter.

Sudden.

"Bang!"

Instead of exploding into a rain of blood in the sand, Gorō Satoru, hidden in the sand pile, turned into a wisp of white smoke and dissipated before Gaara's eyes.

What?

Is it a clone?

Gaara's eyes were instantly filled with shock and alarm.

Where did they go?

Could it be...?

He immediately began preparing his defenses.

But by then, it was too late for anything.

In the short time it took him to breathe a sigh of relief, he had already removed the Sand Armor that had consumed a lot of Chakra.

"Brush!"

The cold wind didn't come, but a chill went straight to his heart.

There's someone behind!

He could clearly feel a hand reaching towards his head.

What exactly is this person trying to do?

On the other side.

Gorō Satoru's right fingertips were pressed with Chakra, the light was soft, and it didn't look violent at all.

He deftly pressed that special Chakra onto Gaara's head, then retreated without looking back.

But before leaving, he didn't forget to give his head of red hair a quick stroke.

"Hozuki, white."

"If we don't leave now, we'll die here."

Gorō Satoru's tone was very light and cheerful, and he withdrew from the open space in the blink of an eye.

What?

Hearing the commotion Hozuki and Haku looked up and suddenly saw Gorō Satoru's lively figure speeding away into the distance.

What's this guy up to now?

Hozuki and Haku's hearts skipped a beat, and they completely ignored the attacks that Temari and Kankuro were about to unleash.

They followed Gorō Satoru, who had died, and ran away as fast as they could.

They've long been experienced in getting led astray.

Upon seeing Gorō Satoru slip away, the two immediately realized that something was terribly wrong.

So what exactly did he do wrong?

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A deafening thunderclap, like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking, suddenly erupted, followed by a series of crackling electrical currents.

Hozuki and Haku slowly turned their heads away.

Countless electric currents connected the wires, forming a dense electric grid that covered the entire sky in the blink of an eye.

The electric current, carrying deadly destructive force, kept pounding down on the spot.

What did that person do while they were fighting?

Hozuki and Haku put away their weapons, their minds filled with strange thoughts.