allendalepharm Chapter 109 Shukaku: I'm so angry!
Chapter 109 Shukaku: I'm so angry!
Chapter 109 Shukaku: I'm so angry!
The night is always peaceful. Especially in the desert, the night sky is almost cloudless, making it exceptionally clear.
A bright moon hangs high in the sky, its silvery light shining down without obstruction, dyeing the entire desert into a gentle silvery-white hue.
Gaara liked to sit like this, hugging his knees on the windowsill, gazing at the sky with a dreamy look in his eyes.
Because of Izumikawa's intervention and One-Tail's temporary compromise, Gaara no longer needs to worry about sleep, but he still developed the habit of sleeping with his eyes open.
Although he appeared to be staring blankly at the night sky, his spirit was actually inside the sealed space, talking with Ichio and Izumi about the events of the day.
"Hey, Izumi, Tanuki." Gaara looked a little dejected today, and his voice was a few decibels lower than usual. "Why won't Father let me play with my older brothers and sisters?"
During the day, he used to play in the sand with Kankuro and Temari.
His sand-controlling talent seemed innate; he could mold sand into any shape he desired.
Kankuro asked if he could conjure up some food, so he conjured up a squid made of sand.
His brother's constant praise warmed his heart, so he conjured up even more things.
Fish, meat, fruit—one after another, all were made of sand.
He was very happy at that moment. Children often crave recognition from others, and he was no exception.
But then Luo Sha appeared.
His father, expressionless, called Kankuro and Temari away, leaving him alone on the sand field, holding a freshly sculpted sand turtle in his hands.
In the distance, someone said he was the child of the curse, and secretly threw a stone at us, but it was blocked by the sand.
From the shadows, a kunai was thrown at him, but he blocked it with his sand.
He's gotten used to it; those things can't hurt him anymore, but his heart still aches.
"Hmph! You wretched brat!" Shukaku shouted, jumping up and down as always. "I told you, don't call me a tanuki! Call me Lord One-Tail!"
It doesn't care about Gaara's feelings at all. What does his frustration have to do with it?
That brat never learns his lesson! I've told him so many times and he still keeps yelling. It's driving me crazy!
Izumi chuckled and patted Shukaku, gently smoothing things over: "Alright, alright, this just means Gaara likes you."
Shukaku snorted and glanced at him with his beady eyes, still not very satisfied.
Like it? Is this what you call liking someone? This brat is clearly doing it on purpose!
However, it quickly put this unpleasantness behind it, staring at Gaara with its beady eyes, its tone filled with a hint of eager excitement.
"Is that the guy who deals in gold dust? When something like this happens, you should let me out so I can teach that bastard a lesson!"
It chuckled, seemingly feeling incredibly clever, and its voice carried an added hint of smugness.
"How was it? What do you think of my suggestion? Not bad, right?"
It was indeed giving bad advice, or rather, it was just looking for an excuse to let Airo let it out to play.
As for teaching Luo Sha a lesson, that's just a side matter; whether he can win or not is another matter.
Anyway, it just wants to get some fresh air. Being cooped up in this seal all day is making it sick.
Unfortunately, neither of the two people in front of it heeded its suggestion.
Izumikawa's gaze fell on Gaara, and he said slowly, "Gaara, although your father stopped you from playing with your older brother and sister..."
"But—Kankuro and Temari, don't they still secretly want to play with you?"
Gaara nodded. He was certain of that. When Kankuro was taken away, his reluctant expression clearly showed that he wanted Kankuro to conjure up more things.
Although Temari didn't say anything, she glanced back at him several times, but he couldn't quite understand her emotions.
It seemed to be sighing, or perhaps feeling sorry for something, but ultimately it couldn't resist and left.
"Hey! You two, don't ignore me!" Shukaku's voice rose a few decibels. "You're driving me crazy!"
It wondered what was wrong with its idea? Was there a problem? Shouldn't it just fight back when it saw someone who annoyed it?
That's how it was back then. It disliked the Nine-Tailed Fox, and the Nine-Tailed Fox looked down on it. Whenever they met, they would argue, and then they would fight. It made perfect sense!
But neither of them glanced at it, completely ignoring it.
Shukaku could only sulk on the sidelines, its huge tail slapping the ground loudly, but no one paid any attention.
The seal has been altered, and it is no longer something it can easily erode.
That wretched fellow tampered with the sealing technique too much, making each layer tightly sealed, so that it would take a long time to even penetrate it a little bit.
What's even more infuriating is that the other party also spared a portion of their consciousness to stay here. It had never seen such an operation before, not even the Six Paths Elder seemed to have done it.
It couldn't cause any trouble even if it wanted to. Every time it made a small move, the other party would wave his hand and countless chains would appear out of thin air, binding it tightly so that it could not move and could only obediently stop.
Just as it was sulking, an eye silently appeared in the dark sky above the sealed space.
The crimson Sharingan with its three tomoe eyes was looking down at everything.
Shukaku was startled and looked up sharply.
It sensed a familiar aura, but it wasn't the Sharingan itself, since it had never been beaten up by the Sharingan's owner.
Before the Uchiha clan even arrived, it was captured by the First Kazekage.
What truly alarmed it was the chakra aura emanating from that eye, which was mixed with the scents of the Nine-Tails and the Eight-Tails.
A demon?
It stared at that eye, its pupils slightly contracting.
Below it, Izumi River, which was comforting Gaara, suddenly paused.
Originally, only his right eye was white, but three scarlet tomoe slowly appeared in his left eye, emitting a cold red light in the sealed space.
The tomoe in his left eye moved slightly, and Gaara's eyelids immediately drooped, his body went limp, and he fell into a peaceful sleep.
Izumi gently placed him beside her, then casually pulled over a mass of chakra-condensed matter and wrapped it around to isolate him.
After standing up again, Izumi looked at Shukaku, a slight smile appearing on his lips.
"Yo, Ichio. Long time no see."
Shuhe stared at him warily, while Doudou's eyes were full of vigilance.
It sensed that this guy had become stronger, much stronger than when they last met, and by more than just a little.
"What have you done now?" Its voice carried a hint of interrogation. "Why can I sense the Eight-Tails' chakra on you? Did you attack it again?"
"No, not at all," Izumigawa denied decisively. "I just obtained a fragment of the Eight-Tails and absorbed it."
He spoke of it casually, as if he were talking about what he ate that day, but how could such a thing be obtained so easily?
At least, that's how Shukaku sees it; it doesn't think that Eight-Tails will cooperate.
After Izumi finished speaking, he unceremoniously sat cross-legged opposite Shukaku, looking directly at the large tanuki, his posture as casual as if he were chatting with an old friend.
"I came here today to see how things are going between you and Ai-Luo, and whether you've kept your promise."
He paused, his gaze lingering on Shukaku's face for a moment, and the smile on his lips deepened.
"To my surprise, you actually kept your promise and didn't do anything underhanded."
Shukaku immediately felt a great sense of humiliation. What did he mean by not doing anything underhanded? Could it have done anything?
"Do you think I'm human?" it snorted angrily, slamming its tail heavily on the ground, and shamelessly declared, "What I promise, I will naturally keep! Do I need your praise?"
It turned its head away, its beady eyes glancing sideways at Izumi, and reluctantly admitted, "And—this kid is indeed quite interesting."
"It's just a bit annoying. Every day she comes in to complain to me, asking all sorts of questions, chattering on and on."
It paused, then raised its voice a few decibels: "You humans are so complicated! If you don't like something, just fight it out! Why go through all this trouble? Isn't it annoying?"
Izumikawa smiled.
I never imagined that Shukaku, who spends every day spying on Gaara's life from the sealed space, would have such a side to him.
It kept saying it was annoyed and complaining, but in reality, every time Gaara came in, it never kicked him out.
It seems there have been some changes, although she is still as arrogant as ever.
"At least you're not as bored anymore, are you?"
Shukaku snorted, not denying it.
Seeing this, Izumi said again, "Let's keep watching."
"Human lifespan is, in your eyes, nothing more than a tiny, insignificant segment."
"Just like Fenfu, he lived his whole life for you, and he did so until his death."
Shukaku's beady eyes widened slightly as she recalled the old monk who somewhat resembled the Sage of Six Paths.
"After all, that person expects you to live in peace with humans, doesn't he?"
As a riddle maker, Izumi mentioned the matter casually, his tone as calm as if he were recounting an ordinary past event.
Shukaku's expression changed slightly.
It stared at the creature in front of it, its voice deepening, tinged with suppressed wariness and urgency: "Just what do you know, you bastard?"
"Why do you know what the old man was saying? Back then—only we knew."
Those were the words the Sage of Six Paths spoke to them, and only the tailed beasts knew them.
How could this person know?
Izumikawa simply shook his head slightly and said nothing more.
His figure began to fade, like a reflection in water being scattered by the wind, disappearing little by little into the sealed space.
Shukaku suddenly became anxious, stood up abruptly, and shouted at the three-tomoe Sharingan above him that was still watching: "You! Finish what you're saying! What do you mean by leaving it halfway through?"
No one answered it.
The Sharingan slowly closed and disappeared into the dark sky.
"I'm so angry!"
Shukaku slammed its fist into the ground, leaving deep marks on the chakra floor with its massive claws.
It circled around in place several times, swishing its tail back and forth, cursing incessantly, its roar echoing throughout the sealed space.
It didn't even notice that Gaara's figure had disappeared at some point.
The sealed space fell silent again, leaving only Shukaku, sulking in the empty surroundings.
Those words were still swirling in its mind: the Sage of Six Paths, peaceful coexistence, and that guy's meaningful smile.
It lay down again, restless and trying to break through the seal, but found it even stronger, so it could only groan softly.
Despicable humans.
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