Most of the people, Churiki, have a miserable childhood.

But Gaara, the only one who was the only one, had the most miserable childhood. He was hated by everyone in the village, and even his father wanted to kill him.

He could only be alone and wandering, unable to understand why people treated him like this.

Later, he accidentally hurt some people. Looking at the painful expressions of others, he also figured out what the pain was.

However, because of the Sand Armor, he could not even hurt himself and could not understand the pain.

"Yashamaru, what does it feel to have pain?"

Yashamaru's purple-black eyes were as bright as stars in the night sky, but his eyes were very complicated, and he turned his head to stare out the window.

"How to describe it?"

Two soft eyebrows were slightly frowning, and he was obviously thinking, "Is it painful or sad, or that he was hurt by others and could not bear it and could not maintain his normal state."

He stretched out his injured hand and scratched his head, "I don't know how to describe it, but it's a bad state."

Gaara pursed his mouth, and his green eyes glanced at his injured hand, "Yashamaru, I hurt you, do you... hate me too?"

His eyes then moved aside and did not dare to look at him. He was afraid that he would hear the answer. The thin man in front of him was the last person who was willing to stay by his side.

Yashamaru was stunned, Gaara in front of him was very helpless.

Although he was still a child, he lost the happy childhood he should have and was in a state of collapse.

He subconsciously comforted: "People will more or less hurt others or be hurt by others when they live, but people will not easily hate someone, I, Mr. Gaara."

"Thank you, Yashamaru," Gaara finally smiled when he heard this, "I think I probably understand the pain."

"Are I injured like everyone else?" He covered his chest, "Although there was no bleeding, I felt it hurt here!"

Seeing this, Yashamaru walked forward, took the knife out of Gaara's hand, and quickly cut it on his fingertips.

A bright red color instantly emerged from his white fingers and dripped along the wound.

Gaara opened her eyes wide and looked at this scene with some fear. It was the blood he had never shed, it was the blood that looked like it, and it hurts very much just.

"When your body is injured, it may seem painful, but as time goes by, the pain will naturally disappear. If treated with medication, it will be healed faster."

Yashamaru said with an indifferent look on his face, and he looked at Gaara with a steady look, "But the trauma in his heart is more troublesome, and nothing is more difficult to heal than heartache."

"Trip in the heart?" Gaara heard this term for the first time, and he finally understood that the trauma he suffered was the heart.

"Yes, I, Gaara," Yashamaru looked a little sad. "The trauma in the heart is different from physical injuries. There is no cure for the heart, and it will not even be cured for the rest of his life."

Gaara covered her chest, feeling a little desperate. Could it be that he would endure this feeling of heartache for the rest of his life?

"However, there is something that can heal the trauma in your heart," Yashamaru suddenly looked at the photo frame on the table, "but this kind of prescription is hard to find and can only be obtained from others."

"How to get it?"

"The medicine that can cure psychological trauma is..." The two of them looked at the beautiful woman in the photo frame at the same time, and a sweet smile was always on her face, "Love!"

Gaara was stunned. He didn't understand what love was and asked anxiously, "But what should I do to get love? I want to heal this pain. It hurts so much."

Yashamaru turned around and looked at him with a smile on his face, "My Master Gaara has actually been given a long time ago. The so-called love is to sacrifice for the most important people around him and protect him with a compassionate heart, just like his sister."

He paused and continued, "I think my sister has always loved Mr. Gaara very much. Sand is a creature that exists for attacking. Sand will automatically protect Mr. Gaara, just like the love of his mother. I think the sand around you contains your mother's will."

"Although my sister is dead, she continues to protect me, Gaara."

"Yashamaru, thank you."

Yashamaru bit his cut fingers into his mouth, "You are welcome, because I, Gaara, is the most important person around me."

Gaara stepped forward, grabbed his hand, and put it in his mouth. He wanted to lick the wound for the only person who thought of him like this, and he hoped Yashamaru would get better soon.

Moonlight night.

Gaara sat on the rooftop, looking at the huge moon in the sky, and the pain in his heart finally subsided.

Finally, in this cold sand country, there is someone who really cares about him. This feels so good. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, he feels that he can continue.

Suddenly, a masked ninja appeared behind him, throwing it out ruthlessly from the hands of the kunai ninjas.

Gaara automatically raised a sand curtain behind me and stopped all the attacks.

He looked back at the visitor, his little face wrinkled, "What is this the first wave? Is it the killer sent by that hateful father?"

The quicksand surged, and Gaara was manipulated by him, and he grabbed the ninja's feet and then wrapped him upwards.

Gaara Yakko held it, "Sand tied the coffin!"

Suddenly, the ninja's body shattered, and large streams of blood splashed out from the sand, dyeing the quicksand red.

Then, the quicksand dissipates and the ninja falls to the ground.

Gaara walked towards the falling ninja. He must know who the person was.

The ninja was covered with a veil and wore the usual ninja suit of the Kingdom of Sand, but one of his fingers was wrapped with a bandage that stopped bleeding.

Gaara noticed this detail and trembled uncontrollably. He finally walked over and pulled off the ninja's veil, revealing a familiar face with blood - Yashamaru!

"Why are you, why is it Yashamaru? Didn't you say I am the most important person to you? Why, you came to kill me?"

Yashamaru said nothing, his expression on his face was tired and relieved, and who knew his pain?

My favorite sister died because of Gaara, but I had to take care of him. Who can understand that conflicting mood?

Perhaps death can bring true liberation!

The last person who stayed with Gaara also left. Yashamaru was the only person Gaara trusted, but who can understand the shock when he was assassinated by the only person he trusted?

Gaara covered her chest, and the incurable heartache made him lose the last bit of beautiful expectations for the world.

Blood mixed into the rolling quicksand, and he used sand to engrave the word "love" on his forehead.

From then on, I only love myself, fight for myself, and live for myself!

He will transform into Shura and prove his existence by killing.
Chapter completed!