Sasuke would never listen to that nonsense.
His mind was filled with revenge and slaughter. Gaara, who treated him as prey, had to die by his hand.
"Get lost! Stay out of my way!"
Sasuke roared, his chakra erupting as he pushed off and shot forward like a black arrow, trying to bypass Son Goten and go straight for Gaara ahead.
Son Goten stood on the tree trunk without even turning his head.
He merely extended his right foot a tiny bit to the side.
It really was just a tiny bit, as though he were stretching.
Smack. As Sasuke sprinted at high speed, he felt his foot catch on something and lost his balance.
His previously dashing charge instantly became a face-first fall. His face scraped hard across the rough bark for two meters before he finally scrambled back to his feet, several bloody scratches now marking his face.
"You're way too careless."
Son Goten brushed off his pant leg in distaste without so much as glancing at Sasuke.
"The adults are busy. Kids shouldn't interrupt. Go play in the mud."
With that, he bent his knees slightly, and the trunk beneath his feet cracked under the strain.
Boom! Air surged, and Son Goten vanished from the spot.
Up ahead, Kankuro, who was bringing up the rear, gritted his teeth at the sight and pulled the enormous puppet Crow off his back.
"You little bastard! Don't get too cocky! Try this!"
Crow opened its mouth, firing several purple smoke bombs.
Pop, pop, pop.
Highly poisonous purple smoke rapidly spread through the woods, blocking every pursuit route.
"This is a specially made poisonous smoke. Just a tiny breath will paralyze your whole body. Let's see how you chase us now!" Kankuro sneered.
But a second later, he could no longer