Gaara would not listen. The only thing he wanted now was blood.
"Blood... I want blood!!!"
"Hmph, a monster after all." Watching Gaara's sick, crazed expression, Sasori replied disdainfully:
"Forget it. I'll just beat you half to death..."
Sasori really was somewhat reluctant to take on missions like this, where he could not kill his target and had to capture him alive.
But there was no other choice. His partner Deidara had been lured away by the Fourth Kazekage, leaving Sasori no choice but to handle this himself.
"I'll make this quick, Gaara. Once I've dealt with you, I'll deal with your father. Whatever moves you have, use them now. I'm in a hurry..."
Gaara's eyes widened, bloodshot. He had only one goal now: to kill the person before him and use sand to squeeze every drop of blood from his body.
Whoosh!
Gaara waved his little hand, and sheets of sand rushed at Sasori from every direction, leaving no blind spots.
Just when he thought victory was assured, a massive tail suddenly appeared behind Sasori. With one casual sweep, it scattered all the incoming sand, cleanly and neatly, leaving not a trace.
Gaara was secretly startled. He had believed all along that the person before him was an assassin sent by his father, but this assassin's strength was completely different from those who had come before. They were not even on the same level.
Sasori's tail continued to move. Its tip plunged underground and extended at tremendous speed. Before Gaara understood what was happening, the sharp tip burst out beneath his feet, moving so fast that neither Gaara nor the sand had a chance to react.
The young Gaara had never expected the "assassin" before him to attack from underground. With a sharp hiss, the massive tail tip slammed