Forced to sell misery

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Illusion world.

The illusory Gaara stared blankly at his tiny self and Yashamaru.

Will it hurt if I get hurt?

It hurts a little, but it will be gone soon.

Yashamaru looked at Gaara and answered his question seriously.

What does pain feel like?

Am I injured, too? Like everyone else.

It always hurts here.

Gaara touched his heart through his clothes and said helplessly,

Although there was no bleeding, it was very painful.

Injuries do bleed and seem painful, but the pain will go away naturally over time, and if you take medication, you will recover faster.

But the trouble is the pain in my heart. There is no pain that is harder to heal than the pain in my heart.

Mental injury, physical injury?

Unlike physical injuries, emotional injuries have no cure and may never heal.

But there is something that can heal the wounds of the heart. It's just that the medicine is difficult to get. It can only be obtained from other people.

What is it? How can I get it?

The thing that can heal a broken heart is...emotion.

It's love.

How can I get it? How can I stop this pain?

Lord Gaara has already obtained it.

Love is the desire to devote oneself to the one who is loved by oneself. Just like my sister. I think my sister has always loved Gaara-sama. Shukaku Sandahaki was originally a creature that existed for attacking.

However, the sand will automatically protect Gaara-sama. It is your mother's feelings for you, and I think the sand is full of your mother's will.

Sister, you still want to continue protecting Gaara-sama even after you die, right?

Because Lord Gaara is the most important person by my side.

Can you feel my pain?

It tastes like iron.

There is wind and sand outside the window, but the house is as peaceful as before.

The little self and Yashamaru were like a frozen picture, gradually blurring out. Gaara stretched out his hand, but touched nothing.

As the scene changed, Gaara appeared in a place that was somewhat unfamiliar to him—

The gathering place of Sunagakure high-level officials.

Sitting around the round table were the high-level officials representing Sunagakure, among them was his father, Rasa.

If we continue to disarm, Sunagakure will become increasingly weaker, and it is likely to lead to irreversible consequences. We must collect capital to trade with other countries, or we must find a way to deal with Shukaku.

Now that the Jinchūriki is useless, we can only hope that Lord Kazekage will bring stability to the village through the development of new technologies and the trade of gold dust.

Also, Gaara...

Yashamaru, I have something to tell you later.

Yes.

……

Do as I say.

But Gaara-sama is still just a child.

Over the years, I have seen the value of various things, and I must also figure out his value.

Tomorrow, test Gaara's bottom line.

After letting the villagers take refuge, put mental pressure on Gaara, tell him about his mother, and give him the greatest mental blow. If he doesn't go berserk even then, there is no need to punish Gaara.

My sister...is that really okay?

I know very well that guy loves his mother Galura from the bottom of his heart, so this method should be used. If he can shatter this beautiful dream and suppress his rampage, he can be a good Jinchūriki.

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Just to find out my own value... am I going to destroy my love for my beloved mother...

why why!

Gaara rushed towards Rasa, but he ran farther and farther away, and finally, Rasa disappeared from his sight.

The scene changed again.

The raging sandstorm blurred his vision. Gaara opened his eyes again and found himself standing on a high place. And here...

Here, there is what he is most reluctant to face——

Yashamaru, who carries out assassination missions under the orders of his father, Rasa.

On his deathbed, Yashamaru spoke incoherently,

This is an order.

Lord Gaara, who was born under the possession of Shukaku Sandfall, has always been protected as an experimental subject.

However, Lord Gaara, who is unable to control the power of Shukaku, that is, the power of sand, will sooner or later become a threat to the village, so we must take precautions.

Then Yashamaru had no choice but to do so because of his father's order...

—However, Yashamaru's rejection enabled Gaara to sever all his emotions with the final bit of cruelty.

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No, that's not it. I did receive orders from Lord Kazekage, but if I wanted to refuse, I should be able to do so.

Deep down in my heart I must hate you for taking away the life of my beloved sister so that you could be born.

I treated you as my sister's legacy and tried desperately to fall in love with you, but I simply couldn't do it.

My sister didn't want to give birth to you at all. She was a victim of the village.

She died with a curse.

Died with resentment and curse.

From that time on, there was a wound in my heart that will never heal.

And... there is no cure.

Your name was given to you by your sister.

This child's name is Gaara. Love yourself, Shura. Please love only yourself. And then fight only for yourself.

That way, you can continue to exist.

The name is full of such wishes.

But your sister didn’t give you this name because she was worried about you or loved you. She gave you this name because she hoped that you would live forever... It was to curse this village, so that the resentment of cursing your dead sister would remain in this world forever and let everyone know.

You have never been loved.

Finally, please die.

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The real Gaara was dead from that moment on.

Accompanied by his mother's resentment and curse, living in this world is a monster, the incarnation of Shukaku of the Sand.

Standing opposite his smaller self, Gaara lowered his head in pain and touched the bright red word "love" on his forehead with his trembling hands.

It must be painful.

The scars left by oneself.

A word "love" drawn in blood.

This is Gaara, the Shura who only loves himself.

At that moment he finally understood that he had always been alone, and would never trust anyone again, nor would he love anyone else...

Yes, I am alone.

A Shura who only loves himself.

But why...

Why am I the only one who is this kind of monster? What on earth am I?!

What is the meaning of my existence?

The kunai shot at me cut off my last struggle.

I killed with sand the person who taught me what love is and then cruelly took it away from me.

The moment the killer's mask was torn off, my heart felt like it was torn open.

This is a heartache that can never be healed.

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Consciousness returns to reality.

After experiencing that kind of pain again, Gaara was in tears without realizing it.

"Gaara."

A soft voice woke Gaara from the darkness.

Gaara looked up and saw Jing Ye.

"You must be very sad," Jingye raised his hand and wiped away the tears from Gaara's eyes, "I'm sorry, Gaara."

"People will constantly make mistakes throughout their lives, constantly hurting others and being hurt, so we are sad, painful, unwilling to resent, but there is nothing we can do about it."

In fact, there are many people who love you, Gaara, but they don’t say it, and you don’t know it.

And, all you can feel is hurt.

It's not your fault.

But I told Gaara seriously, they love you,

Even if behind this love, there is deep hurt.

Love is the most difficult thing in the world, and it may take a lifetime to find the answer. "

"but why……"

Gaara tightly clenched his clothes around his heart, looking at Jing Ye with his big jade eyes.

He didn't understand, he really didn't understand...

Clearly, he did nothing wrong, so why were those people looking at him like that?

Why did my father want to confirm his own value, why did Yashamaru attack him without hesitation, why...what did he...do wrong? !