Deep within the Forest of Death, at Training Ground 44.
This area, composed of jagged rocks, is perpetually shrouded in darkness, and the air is filled with the smells of decaying leaves and damp earth.
At this moment, the smell was also mixed with a strong stench of blood.
"Ah--! Help!"
A piercing scream echoed among the rocks.
Three Amegakure genin who had been Amegakure in Genin to steal the scroll were now experiencing the most terrifying nightmare of their lives.
The red-haired boy carrying a giant gourd.
Gaara.
He didn't even move an inch, but simply watched his prey silently with his cold, emotionless eyes.
"Click click click..."
A chilling sound rang out.
That was the sound of bones being crushed.
The yellow sand on the ground seemed to have become the cruelest instrument of torture.
The sand tightly bound the hands and feet of one of the Amegakure examinees, and as Gaara's fingers tightened, the pressure of the yellow sand increased exponentially.
The Amegakure examinee's limbs looked as if they had been thrown into a meat grinder.
In extreme agony, he was crushed bit by bit, his blood staining the surrounding sand red.
"Monster... you're a monster!"
The remaining two candidates from the Amegakure Sect were terrified.
Their prized assassination skills and umbrella Senbon could Kakuzu of this red-haired boy's clothes.
That layer of automatic, absolute defense was practically an insurmountable wall of sighs.
The two of them desperately moved backward, trying to escape this hellish place.
But fear had drained all their strength.
Just then, several Konoha examinees who happened to be passing by witnessed this bloody scene.
They had originally come to seize the scroll, but now they were so frightened that they hid behind a boulder in the distance, not daring to even breathe.
Gaara tilted his head slightly.
Those cold eyes swept over the distant boulder, as if they had noticed something.
But he ignored the little Nezumi in Konoha.
For him...
No matter which village the ninja came from, as long as they appeared before him, they had only one identity—sacrificial offerings of blood.
Not far from Gaara.
Temari and Kankuro stood there stiffly.
As Gaara's biological older sister and older brother.
At this moment, there was no trace of kinship in their eyes, only deep fear and trembling.
Kankuro swallowed hard, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
He looked at the Amegakure examinee who was being tormented by the sand and felt a wave of nausea wash over him.
"I... Gaara..."
Kankuro tried to dissuade him, his voice trembling.
"They've lost their fighting ability... We've already obtained the scroll, there's no need to..."
"Shut up."
Gaara didn't turn around, but coldly uttered two words.
The voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, devoid of any human emotion.
I'm enjoying the process.
Gaara slowly raised his hands.
A morbid and insane twisting suddenly appeared on his pale face.
"Mother..."
Gaara looked up at the sky, which was obscured by the dense canopy of trees, and shouted wildly.
"Mom still craves blood!"
"This isn't enough! It's not enough!"
Accompanied by his frenzied roars.
A massive and violent burst of Chakra erupted from his body.
The surrounding rocks began to tremble violently.
The Chakra of the terrifying monster hidden within him— the One-Tail Shukaku —began to leak out uncontrollably.
" Sand Burial!"
Gaara clenched his fists tightly.
In that instant.
It wasn't just those three Amegakure examinees.
Even the ground beneath the feet of several Konoha examinees hidden behind a distant boulder suddenly turned into quicksand!
The quicksand is like a giant, gaping maw of abyss.
We must devour and bury alive all life in this rocky wasteland!
"Run!"
The Konoha examinees screamed in despair, trying to break free from the quicksand's grasp.
But the suction of the quicksand was incredibly strong; the more you struggled, the deeper you sank.
Temari and Kankuro were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly, fearing that the indiscriminate attack would also catch them.
Gaara's rage has completely exceeded the scope of this exam.
He is now a complete killing machine!
In the monitoring room.
When Anko saw this, her face turned deathly pale.
"Oh no! He wants to bury everyone in that area alive!"
Anko suddenly stood up and grabbed the Kunai on the table.
"We must stop him immediately! Otherwise, something terrible will happen!"
She turned her head, wanting to call Kenya to go and rescue the people together.
But they discovered that the figure who had been lying on the rocking chair had vanished without a trace.
Only half a slice of watermelon remained, still radiating a faint chill.
"Where is he?!" Anko exclaimed in shock.
Meanwhile, in the rocky area of Forest of Death...
Just as those candidates were about to be completely swallowed by the quicksand.
Gaara, with a maniacal grin on his face, was preparing to enjoy the spectacular sight of gushing blood.
Suddenly, a crunching sound of chewing on a rice cracker came from above the jumbled rocks.