Naruto hodgepodge

Also in the 59th year of Konoha, when Naruto was 8 years old, Gaara of the Sand Village was also 7 years old. Gaara was a premature baby and had no eyebrows since birth. He was born with the fate of a Jinchūriki. His life was okay before, but this year was the beginning of his miserable life.

On a quiet afternoon in the Sand Village, the sun lazily sprinkled on the golden sand dunes. Gaara lay alone in a corner of the village, with gentle thoughts of his mother in his heart, and whispered softly: "My...Mom..."

Soon, laughter broke the silence. Temari and Kanjiro came to find Gaara, and the three siblings went to the square to play together. Holding small shovels, they put fine sand into wooden barrels in the open space in the center of the village, enjoying the purest childhood fun. Kanjiro's eyes were full of admiration. Looking at Gaara's hands that seemed to give life to sand, he exclaimed: "You are amazing! Then, can you make something delicious out of sand?" His words were full of childish innocence and curiosity.

Temari was surprised at first, then her mouth curled up unconsciously, infected by the innocence of her brothers. Gaara smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and moved his fingertips lightly. The sand seemed to obey his call and instantly turned into tempting food: the aroma of grilled squid, the heat of ramen, bright cherries, the deliciousness of lobster, and the luxury of sea urchin rice, all presented one by one, causing Kankuro to exclaim again and again: "Awesome! You are so awesome!" A joking "Well, can you make a big poop?" made Temari cover her face with one hand, feeling both funny and a little helpless.

Just as the three siblings were immersed in joy, the majestic figure of the Fourth Kazekage Rasa appeared in front of them and briefly called out to Temari and Kankuro. Although Temari was reluctant, she still walked towards her father obediently at her father's call, and secretly looked back at Gaara who was still immersed in the world of sand.

Gaara looked at his sister's back as she left, and a moment of hesitation flashed through his mind, but he ultimately did not use the power of sand to keep her. He simply expressed his emotions in a special way, and cleverly molded the sand he was standing on into a huge "poop" model with sand, which caused an uproar among the villagers watching from a distance.

The villagers were amazed at Gaara's ability to control sand and talked about it a lot, with many voices of fear and cursing: "What's wrong with that guy?" "So scary!" "So disgusting, a cursed kid!" The nosy villagers attacked Gaara, and when a stone flew towards Gaara maliciously, it was easily dissolved by the sand wall in front of him. Seeing this, the Fourth Kazekage Rasa tentatively fired a kunai to attack Gaara, but failed to break through this invisible defense.

From that day on, his brother and sister no longer ate or played with him. Gaara could only play alone, but fortunately he still had his uncle Yashamaru to accompany him.

At dinner time, warm lights filled the entire kitchen. Gaara sat at the dining table, looking at the food in front of him curiously. He turned to look at his uncle Yashamaru who was taking care of him and asked, "Why? Why am I hungry?" Yashamaru smiled and replied, "This is because our bodies need energy, and food is like fuel for the body. When we move or work, the body consumes this energy, so we feel hungry." Gaara nodded thoughtfully, "So that's how it is. The food Yashamaru cooked for me is delicious." The two enjoyed dinner happily, and the warm atmosphere filled this small home with love.

During the day, watching Gaara playing, his brother Kankuro wanted to go over to play with him but was stopped by his father Rasa. His sister Temari could only watch her brother leave with his father. Gaara was playing with sand alone in the yard. He shoveled the sand into the bucket with a small shovel. In the sun, the sand was shining with golden light. At this time, Yashamaru gently walked in front of Gaara, squatted down and looked him in the eyes of love.

"Yashamaru, why is the sky blue?" Gaara asked, looking up.

Yashamaru smiled and replied, "The sky is blue because the gases and particles in the atmosphere scatter sunlight. Blue light has a shorter wavelength and is more easily scattered, so the sky we see is blue. Moreover, just looking at the blue sky will make you feel happy."

Gaara nodded, "Is that so? So that's how it is. If I just look up at the sky, my chest won't hurt so much."

Yashamaru patted his head and said gently, "You still have me, Gaara-sama."

Late at night, Yashamaru walked into the room quietly and combed Gaara's hair. Gaara leaned on Yashamaru's arms and asked softly: "Yashamaru, I'm not sleepy at night, why?" Yashamaru patiently explained: "This may be because your body has not yet adapted to the normal schedule. Generally speaking, people will feel sleepy at night because our body will secrete a hormone called melatonin to help us fall asleep." Gaara nodded thoughtfully: "Is that so, hey, why, why don't I have a mother?" Yashamaru's voice was a little choked: "This... Lord Gaara has me, right? Although I'm not your mother, I'm like a family member, by your side, always there."

Another morning, Gaara was playing with sand in the yard as usual. Kankuro wanted to go up to accompany him, but was stopped by the Fourth Kazekage Rasa. Temari was also stopped and could only watch her brother from afar. They all felt bad, but could not get close. At noon, Yashamaru appeared with a small basket full of delicious bento. He walked up to Gaara and handed him the bento: "Lord Gaara, this is the lunch I prepared for you, I hope you will like it."

It was another sunny day, the sun shone through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled in every corner of the yard. Gaara sat under the shade of the tree, with a bento carefully prepared by Yashamaru in front of him. The bento was filled with a variety of delicacies, each of which was carefully made by Yashamaru. He knew Gaara's taste and could always make food that satisfied him.

Gaara picked up the chopsticks, his face filled with a happy smile. He picked up a piece of golden, fragrant grilled fish, took a bite, and the delicious taste instantly spread in his mouth. He looked at Yashamaru who was quietly waiting on the side, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Yashamaru, it's really delicious!" Gaara said happily with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Yashamaru smiled slightly, with a soft light in his eyes: "As long as Gaara-sama likes it. I always hope to make you enjoy your meal."

The conversation between the two was simple and warm, with an indescribable tacit understanding and harmony in the air. Yashamaru sat quietly by the side, occasionally telling me a joke or sharing some interesting stories, making this simple lunch time even better.

Gaara listened to Yashamaru's words and laughed from time to time, his face filled with childlike innocence. This carefree time was especially precious to him, especially when he had to be alone during the day.

After lunch, Yashamaru suggested taking Gaara for a walk in the backyard. The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, and Gaara was in a particularly good mood. He held Yashamaru's hand tightly, and the two of them strolled along the path in the garden, enjoying this rare tranquility and peace.

"Yashamaru, you know? Every time I'm with you, I feel very safe." Gaara said softly.

Yashamaru looked down at Gaara, his eyes full of love, "I am glad to be with you as well, Gaara-sama. I will always be here as long as you wish."

However, no one expected that this would be the last warm time they spent together. Soon, the wheel of fate would turn mercilessly.

It was another sunny afternoon, and several children were happily playing football in the village square. They were laughing and enjoying the fun of childhood. However, due to an inadvertent mistake, the football was kicked high up in a corner of the square. There was a big tree with lush branches there, and the ball was stuck between the branches and could not be reached.

Gaara watched all this silently. He wished he could join their game, but he knew that he was more like a stranger to the other kids. However, he decided to give it a try this time, maybe he could help them get the ball.

Gaara approached the children, gently rolled up the football with his sand, and carefully handed it back to the children with a smile on his face, hoping to take this opportunity to fit in with them.

"Thank you!" A little boy took the ball and thanked Gaara. Gaara felt a warm feeling in his heart, and he thought that this moment would be different.

However, when they noticed the person who picked up the ball, Gaara, their expressions changed immediately. Their eyes were filled with fear, and they all ran away, leaving Gaara standing there alone.

Gaara's heart was filled with pain and disappointment. How he longed for someone to stay, even for just a moment. His mood became heavier and heavier, and the sand seemed to sense the emotional fluctuations of its owner and began to spin around him uncontrollably.

Gaara tried to use sand to hold them back, hoping that at least one child would stop and listen to him. However, his sand became more and more violent, and one child was accidentally caught in the sand and fell to the ground. Gaara was horrified to find that the sand seemed to be out of control, and it grabbed another child, almost pulling him into the sand.

At this critical moment, Yashamaru appeared in time. He used his body to block the sand and the children. Yashamaru shouted loudly, trying to calm Gaara down.

"Lord Gaara, calm down! You don't want to hurt anyone, right?" Yashamaru's voice penetrated Gaara's confused thoughts.

Gaara's eyes widened as he saw Yashamaru's determined look. Slowly, he controlled his emotions, and the sand calmed down. Yashamaru gently lifted the children up from the ground. Apart from the scratches from the fall, they were not seriously injured, but Yashamaru was scratched on his arms and forehead by the sand.

As night fell, the lights in the house were dim and soft. Gaara sat alone in the room, his heart filled with confusion and loneliness. Yashamaru was injured by the sand, he must be in pain. Thinking about it, Gaara held a sharp knife in his hand, trying to understand why he couldn't feel pain. He gently pointed the tip of the knife at his arm, ready to try to pierce the skin, so as to truly experience the so-called "pain".

However, just when the tip of the knife was about to touch the skin, a gust of flying sand suddenly appeared and blocked the blade. Gaara was stunned and said to himself: "It won't work, the sand will get in the way..."

At this moment, Yashamaru suddenly appeared at the door. "Lord Gaara..." he called softly.

Gaara raised his head and looked at Yashamaru in surprise. "Yashamaru, what's wrong with you?" he asked.

Yashamaru's expression was serious yet gentle. "Don't look at me like this. I am here to take care of your health as a medical team member and stay with you all the time. Please don't do this in front of me." His words were full of concern.

Gaara lowered his head, as if reflecting on his actions. Yashamaru walked over to him and gently comforted him, "But the sand will protect you too."

Gaara looked up at Yashamaru, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes. "Yashamaru, I'm sorry..."

Yashamaru smiled, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. "It's just a minor injury, don't worry."

Gaara seemed to be thinking about something. "Will it hurt...?" he asked softly.

Yashamaru nodded. "It hurts a little, but it will be better soon."

Gaara's eyes became more curious. "Hey, Yashamaru..."

Yashamaru responded, "I'm here, what's up?"

Gaara continued, "What does pain feel like? Because I've never been hurt, so I don't know what pain feels like."