Just as Gaara was still questioning everything he knew, Gekkō Raito's hands danced as though he were playing a piano, and the wind and snow around him instantly grew more violent.
The snowflakes materializing out of thin air multiplied exponentially. Visible waves of white snow surged behind Gekkō Raito, their momentum eclipsing Gaara's yellow sand in the blink of an eye.
Sensing trouble, Gaara hurriedly pulled his sand back to defend himself, but Gekkō Raito seemed to have anticipated his response.
Without warning, a wave of snow burst out of the ground and slammed straight into Gaara's face.
It only scattered the sand gathered in front of him for an instant, but that brief delay was already fatal.
Then Gekkō Raito half closed his eyes, pushing his brain into overdrive.
This kind of fine control over snowflakes demanded exquisitely precise chakra control above all else.
Gaara's broad, sweeping approach of wrapping people in sand was, frankly, a sign that his chakra control lacked precision. He could only compensate with sheer volume.
Gekkō Raito was different. His control over chakra had already reached the micrometer level.
His eyes snapped open, and the chaotic wave of snow instantly split into more than a hundred sharp streams.
Like a hundred white pythons baring their fangs, they lunged at Gaara in a frenzy.
The sight of what looked like countless snakes bursting from their dens left Gaara stunned.
What terrifying fine control!
This guy... is he a monster?
Gaara immediately abandoned his attack. All his sand rushed back, forming a sand ball that sealed him tightly inside an absolute defense.
A moment later, countless pythons of ice and snow slammed into the sand ball.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The explosions were deafening.
Countless shinobi in the stands shot to their feet in shock, their mouths