Pokémon Calamity

()唦唦,唦妦,唦唦唷唷唷唷...

Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing against the walls, against the floor tiles, against the air, the restless rough gravel rubs against everything that comes into contact

It was as if the friction was destroying everything it could touch.

Just like the owner of these gravels.

"..." Looking at the thick-browed young man on the hospital bed in front of him.

"Ugh...!"

The sudden sharp pain on his forehead made Gaara cover the place where the word "love" was engraved, but neither his hands nor his forehead could feel the warmth from the human body.

why......

At this moment, Gaara's eyes seemed to be filled with the scene he had gone to first, and he remembered that stern but not murderous look, and the existence called "teacher" who was there to protect the thick-browed young man in front of him.

why......

Don't you really understand?No, no, no, how is it possible? The jealousy rising in my heart has given Gaara a very clear answer.

——That is "love".That is different from Gaara's own feelings that "can only be given to himself, and must rely on constant killing to obtain the reason for existence."

It is as if the "fake" that is carefully protected meets the "genuine" that is constantly being sharpened.

Disparity, anger, jealousy, self-esteem...

Countless emotions flooded Gaara's brain, and in order to get rid of this pain, Gaara came here. He wanted to kill the source of his pain - the thick eyebrows on the hospital bed that he had already destroyed. Boy - Rock Lee.

Sweeping, swinging, swinging...

As Gaara's right hand reached right above Rock Lee's head, countless sands around him also surrounded him and the hospital bed.

Then little by little, sand wrapped around his seriously injured body and covered his cheeks.

——Sand Coffin

Gaara's right hand slowly tightened, as if he wanted to crush Rock Lee's head through the air.

——Sandstorm funeral!

Squeeze it hard with your right hand!

Biu~

!!!

The right hand is grasped by the other right hand.

wow——

Suddenly, the sand armor on Gaara's body collapsed, and he couldn't even feel the slightest connection.

Terrified, Gaara recalled the fear of death that came from the depths of his heart.

But

The body temperature coming from his right hand made Gaara enter a brief trance...

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It seems that I have finally caught up.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Kamijou instinctively stopped the boy in front of him from squeezing his right hand.

wow——

Not only was the sand on the hospital bed covered with life-like drops, but also a large amount of sand fell on the outside of the boy's body - it was like he was shedding his shell.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Kamijou asked with a frown as he took Gaara's right hand.

"...I want his life." Gaara looked at Rock Lee on the hospital bed behind Kamijou without emotion. "Now, including you..." He looked at Kamijou.

Cold light flashes!

"Yuno!!!" Kamijou shouted.

Finally, the sharp blade in Yuno's hand only cut open a trace of skin on Gaara's neck.

"But Touma..."

"It's okay." Kamijou gave Yuno a comforting look, and then looked at Gaara. "but......"

In Gaara's surprised look, Kamijou let go of Gaara's right hand.

And

boom! ! !

A hard punch, and it wasn't until Gaara's back hit the wall that he felt the pain in his left cheek.

"What do you think life is?!!" Kamijou asked.

"Life? Don't confuse me with you guys." Supporting the wall, Gaara slowly stood up, and the dead sand began to flow and gather again. "As soon as I was born, I took away the life of the woman I should have called mother... In order to turn me into the strongest ninja... my father used ninjutsu to possess the incarnation of sand. On my body..."

in conclusion

"So I've been a monster since I was born!"

boom! ! !

With another punch, Gaara was smashed against the wall again, and the sand scattered again.

boom.

Gaara, who was bounced off the wall, was grabbed by the collar with his bloody right hand and pinned to the wall.

"Monster? That's just your own decision! Isn't everything your father did and your mother's act of giving birth to you out of love?!"

"Love?" Gaara's tone finally fluctuated - even if it was just mocking. "Don't judge me by 'your' standards..."

"Let me tell you what 'family' means to me!"

"We are just zombies linked by hatred and killing."

"I take my mother's life as my nourishment, and I regard it as the most perfect masterpiece in the village since I was born."

"My father constantly taught me the secrets of ninja. I was overprotected, pampered, and indulged..."

"I thought that was love."

"But this was all before that incident happened..." Finally, even Gaara's eyes also fluctuated.

"..." Taking a deep breath, Gaara's eyes suddenly turned ferocious. "In the past six years since I was six years old, I have been almost killed by my father's assassinations many times!"

? !

Although he was shocked, Kamijou felt a little uncomfortable.

"A person who is too strong will eventually turn into a threat."

"And after I turned six, he seemed to have finally judged me as a dangerous item, and then as a consistently dangerous tool in the village, I was looked after very carefully."

"Now, my legacy has become a thorn in their side that they are eager to remove."

pat.

Gaara, who was still planning to continue, fell to the ground when Kamijou let go.

"But aren't you living well?"

At this moment, Kamijou had a bored expression.

"What did you say!" Finally the anger emerged.

"I said, aren't you living well now? Although I don't know much about the existence of ninjas, but it shouldn't be a very simple thing to kill a child? It's necessary to work hard and be fair. The constant use of 'assassination' for six years?"

"!"

"In the final analysis, everything is just your own twisted imagination from the beginning. The guy who has closed himself off on his own initiative blames others for not opening up. He has the power to be arrogant and thinks that everything in the world is according to him. Thoughts run. Haven’t you ever thought that it’s entirely other people’s fault that things will turn out the way they do now?”

"What about you..." Kamijou bent down and pressed his forehead against Gaara's. "Have you really looked at the word 'love' on your forehead?"

"..." For the first time, Gaara dodged Kamijou's gaze.

"What else is there to say about using mother's life as nourishment? Aren't these so-called 'nutrients' supporting the sand that is constantly protecting you?"

"!"

And at this moment

"Gaara!" x2

A man and a woman suddenly appeared at the door of the ward.

Then, it seemed to freeze.

"Oh? Someone you know is here?" Kamijou scratched his head and looked at the two people who appeared at the door.

Surprisingly, when the two of them saw Kamijou looking at them, they stepped back and raised their weapons as if they had seen something terrible, in a defensive posture.

"Well..." Such a reaction made Kamijou feel a little embarrassed. "Aren't you going to take this child away?"

The 17-year-old Kamijou pointed at the 12-year-old Gaara and said.

"This, this child?" The girl seemed to be doubting her ears.

"Huh? Is there any problem?" Kamijou asked in confusion.

"Yes, yes!!" With a start, the girl quickly ran to Gaara's side, but she had a panicked expression as if she didn't know what to do.

"Hey, call me Gaara. It's time for you to leave. The patients here have to rest."

"..." In silence, Gaara slowly stood up and left as if he was lost.

"I'm so sorry!" The girl bowed suddenly and ran away as fast as she could.

"..." Is Mr. Kamijou that scary?Kamijou scratched his cheek in confusion. "Ah! It hurts, it hurts..."

It was then that the pain in his right hand occupied Kamijou's attention.

"Idiot Touma..." Yuno complained, carefully looking at Kamijou's bloody right hand.

"Speaking of which, this is a hospital."

With an awkward smile, Kamijou took Yuno out of the ward.

click.

Carefully closed the door.

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