"Surrounded by love… all along?"
Upon hearing Mirai's explanation, a hint of confusion appeared in Gaara's cold, shadowed gaze.
The power of the sand that instinctively protected him—was it not from that monster, but from his mother?
But...
"What are you talking about?!"
"My mother died from complications during childbirth. How could this sand possibly be her power?"
"Moreover, before her death, she hated me. I was the one who took her life."
"There's no way this sand could be what you say it is—coming from my mother!"
In response to Gaara's outburst, Mirai spoke calmly, "That's the truth. No mother would ever not love her child."
"You lost the Tailed Beast, yet you still possess this power. That in itself is the best proof."
Despite the simplicity of his words, Gaara didn't back down. He retorted loudly,
"If what you're saying is true, Yashamaru wouldn't have tried to kill me for my mother's sake."
"Before he died, he told me everything—he and my mother never loved me!"
Faced with Gaara's hysteria, Mirai slowly said, "Some things aren't meant to be seen with the eyes, but understood with the mind."
"I stand at a higher vantage point than you, so I can see things more clearly."
"If you're willing to listen, I'll explain."
Gaara clenched his fists tightly but still did not reject the offer.
"Perhaps there's still hope…"
Mirai, seeing Gaara's response, understood his feelings.
This troubled child had yet to fall completely into darkness.
If that was the case, he might as well lend a hand.
"The previous Jinchuriki of Shukaku was aging, and in order to find a new host before the old one died, Rasa searched throughout Sunagakure."
"Unfortunately, not even his two children were qualified to be the next Jinchuriki."
"In such a situation, Rasa thought of a solution."
Mirai glanced at Gaara and said softly, "That solution was to regenerate another one."
With a surge of chakra, Gaara's consciousness suddenly blurred.
When he regained clarity, he found himself in a hospital bed.
A woman, unfamiliar yet somehow familiar, was lying in bed, while a man who resembled his father stood coldly at her side.
"Karura, the current Jinchuriki is close to death. To avoid losing Shukaku, you need to give birth prematurely…"
Upon hearing this, Karura, her face filled with worry, gently stroked her belly.
"For the village, it doesn't matter. But it's unfortunate that my child will suffer before even being born…"
Tears streamed down her pale face as she spoke.
Seeing her, Gaara felt a sudden pang in his heart.
He stepped forward, but before he could speak, the scene before him changed again.
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"Waaah! Waaah! Waaah…"
The cries of a newborn filled the room. But unlike other babies, this child was unusually small and cried weakly, lacking strength.
Karura turned and gazed at the tiny baby, not even the size of her palm. Her face was filled with worry and affection.
"I don't know if bringing you into this world was the right decision, but no matter what, I will always love you."
"Gaara!"
Karura pressed her face to Gaara's, then slowly closed her eyes.
Yashamaru stood nearby, holding back tears, his voice determined. "Sister, I will protect Gaara no matter what."
Before he could finish, Rasa entered with others, looking at Karura, whose life had already slipped away.
After a glance, Rasa said coldly, "There's no time. We must seal Shukaku into Gaara now."
"Understood!"
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The scene shifted again, and Gaara found himself in a spacious office.
It was now deep into the night, and Rasa stood silently, staring out the window.
A masked ninja entered, and despite the mask obscuring everything except his eyes, Gaara instantly recognized his identity—
Yashamaru!
"Rasa-sama."
Hearing Yashamaru's voice, Rasa slowly turned, his tone devoid of any emotion. "Gaara has lost control too many times. He's a failure."
"I'm going to kill him."
Upon hearing this, Yashamaru dropped to his knees and cried,
"Please, give Gaara another chance. He's just too young."
Rasa replied indifferently, "Then go kill Gaara. If he doesn't go berserk after learning your identity, I'll spare his life."
Yashamaru's body trembled, his head lowered as he murmured, "Understood."
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"Gaara, I've always hated you. You took my sister's life."
"My sister hated you until the end, and we never loved you."
"So don't feel guilty for killing me."
"Since I couldn't kill you, this monster, I'd rather die."
After hearing Yashamaru's words, the young Gaara held his head in his hands, his eyes vacant as an overwhelming sadness took over his face.
Seeing this, Yashamaru whispered weakly, "Gaara, I'm sorry. This is the only thing I can do for you."
"Please, don't lose control because of my death…"
Watching Yashamaru die before him once again, Gaara collapsed to his knees, lost in despair.
So this was the truth?
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In a haze, Gaara found himself seeing Uchiha Mirai and Temari once more.
First, he looked around in confusion, realizing that he was back in his home.
Temari, looking worried, asked, "Gaara, why are you crying?"
From her perspective, Gaara had been fiercely refuting Mirai's words just moments before, only to suddenly break down in tears.
Gaara snapped out of his daze and looked nervously at Mirai.
"Was what I just saw... real?"
Mirai replied calmly, "Those events should be recorded in Rasa's file. If you wish to check, you can look it up."
Gaara's last shred of doubt disappeared.
So, the force that had always protected him and prevented him from being harmed—it was his mother's strength!
And Yashamaru—he had always loved him.
Many had sacrificed their lives to ensure his survival.
Yet Gaara had been stubbornly believing that the whole world had abandoned him…
As these thoughts filled his mind, an immense sense of guilt surged through Gaara.
Unable to hold back any longer, he began to sob quietly.
Behind him, a form made of sand materialized into a woman, opening her arms to embrace Gaara.
Upon seeing this, Temari gasped in astonishment, "Mother!"
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