Naruto: My Way of Ninja

"Kazekage-sama, are you okay?" I, who was still being dragged here by the pig-faced ANBU the next day, asked happily with a faint smile on my face.

"Ah, there is something wrong." Rasa crossed her hands and a glint flashed in her eyes, "What do you think of the Jinchuuriki?"

"What kind of jinchuriki are you talking about?" I was confused and didn't understand why the Kazekage asked this question.

"Haha, it's nothing, just asking." Luo Sha smiled kindly.

"The so-called Jinchuuriki, that is, a person possessed by a tailed beast or tailed beast chakra, exists as a container that seals the tailed beast or its chakra, which is equivalent to a tool. Transformation into a tailed beast and the use of tailed beast chakra as a unique Attack means, form a strong combat effectiveness, make all countries equal in strength, and then achieve the goal of peace." Relying on the memory before the time travel, I said the official narrative verbatim, "Jinchūriki are dangerous existences. "

"Yes, I also agree with your point of view, young man. Jinchuuriki are dangerous beings, just dangerous tools." Rasa said slowly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Outside the door, a red-haired young lady held the doll in her hand tightly, an undercurrent surged in her eyes, and the surrounding gravel flew around with murderous intent. He calmed down his emotions for a moment, the gravel retreated again, and he didn't stay any longer. The red-haired Shota jumped from the open window.

"No. The Jinchuuriki are not tools, they are people, victims to maintain peace. For the peace of their villages and countries, they endured pain that ordinary people cannot bear, and accepted the fact that they may die at any time. So, we We shouldn't reject them. Yes, they may hurt people, but when he becomes a jinchuriki, he will be hurt by the tailed beasts all the time." I said calmly, looking up into Rasa's eyes, "We should be kind to the Jinchuuriki."

"Haha, your views are really different." Luo Sha suddenly laughed like a convulsion, and added inexplicably, "But you may have said it a little late."

I frowned and decided not to continue chatting with this chatty Feng Ying who was suspected of being mentally ill. I stood up and said unceremoniously, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

"Well, I won't waste your time." Finally, Luo Sha didn't stop him anymore.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I finally didn’t have to talk anymore. My mouth was dry.

On the way back, I kept thinking that although everything was normal, I had an ominous premonition.

Just as I ran downstairs of the building, there was a sudden loud noise from the top of the building, accompanied by rolling heat waves and sparks. The shock caused me to stumble and almost fall. Looking up at the roof in shock, I seemed to know what the plot was.

"Gaara" Gaara was surrounded by gravel with a strong smell of blood. The bright red word "love" on his head was still dripping blood, spreading down the outline of his face. His face was ferocious, and his eyes were full of violence and violence. He was bloodthirsty, but there was an almost invisible sadness deep in his eyes. It's night now, and the bright moonlight shines on Gaara. There is no sense of sanctity at all on Gaara. Instead, it makes Gaara more like a demon coming out of hell, with an aura of despair all over his body.

"Are you okay?" Although it's nonsense, it should make Gaara calm down a little. The protagonist's mouth escape is invincible.

But why is the effect opposite? Hey, why is Gaara's murderous aura stronger? No, it should be said that from the moment he jumped down and saw me, Gaara's murderous aura has been soaring. Did I do something wrong? Waiting online. Urgent

Gaara slowly raised his right hand, pointed at me, and said coldly, "Sandstorm funeral."

From now on, be a Shura who only loves himself and lives only for himself.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much" Gaara squatted down holding his head and sobbing softly for some reason.

"Don't cry." Gaara looked up, it was my gentle smiling face.

"Awu"

"Click" my smiling face suddenly shattered, and the front of me turned into a sea of ​​blood, with several almost transparent figures rushing towards him.

"Wow, Hongyue, your illusion skills are good." I patted my chest in shock. "I'm almost over, but that's not okay. I haven't become Hokage yet."

"By the way, why did Gaara's favorability towards me drop to a negative level? He couldn't help but feel murderous when he saw me. Did I do something wrong?"

"When you were talking to the old fox for the second time, Gaara was outside the door. And I only heard what you said about the Jinchuuriki."

"Your uncle knew that that old rabbit had bad intentions. Damn it. If I had known, I would have eaten him a few more meals and let him spend a lot of money." I said angrily. "Deserves to be killed by Orochimaru"

Konoha Village, inside Hinata's mansion.

"Neji, do you have any special feelings, such as hating someone or loving someone very much?"

"No. According to your words, do you have any?"

"Haha, yes. I used to have a friend. He was almost the same as me. We had a good relationship, but then we said goodbye. It's probably been several months now." He called me Gaara.

End of this chapter