Chapter 1245: Wind_4

How can he pull himself together?

The Hidden Sand Ninja trusted him so much, believed in him, their Kazekage.

Yet, he personally ‘killed’ them.

Getting out of bed, with clothes soaked in cold sweat, Rasa opened the door, looked into the equally dark living room, and moved unimpeded in the darkness to the bathroom.

Turning on the light, he twisted open the faucet, cupped cold water in his hands, and covered his face. Only then did Rasa’s face slowly regain calmness.

He slightly raised his head, looked at himself in the mirror; the dark circles were already very severe.

For the past few months, he hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep, his spirit becoming extremely unstable, irritable, and temperamental.

Every day, he had to take a large amount of medication to barely fall asleep, but often, he would still wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares.

The appearance of dark circles was all too normal.

Seeing himself so dispirited and dejected, Rasa seemed to return to that fateful day that marked his failure—

He was spared.

The opponent casually said, “Kazekage, the war is over, you can go.”

Can go?

Though the opponent looked at him directly, in the end, did he not even deserve to be captured as an enemy?

He should have resisted, showcased the pride of the Kazekage, but back then, he lost the courage to continue fighting.

In the end, he didn’t even know how he returned to the Hidden Sand Village.

Coward.

Useless.

These labels, it seemed, could never be washed away for a lifetime.

“Chiba Hakushi!”

Staring at himself in the mirror, Rasa’s expression became abnormally ferocious, frightening like an evil demon, squeezing the name through gritted teeth.

It was this man who destroyed his life.

Spared his life as if throwing away trash.

He didn’t even deserve to die at the hands of the opponent.

The dignity of the Kazekage was cruelly trampled underfoot, becoming a stepping stone for the opponent’s rapid rise to fame.

Someone like himself might as well be dead.

Seeing the blade by the sink, the thought arose in Rasa’s mind.

Rasa picked up the blade as if by a ghostly impulse, but the next step was delayed, and instead, he stood there, in a daze, contemplating where to cut to leave the world without pain.

At this moment, a figure quickly flashed in the mirror, startling Rasa, causing him to put away the blade and turn around swiftly, looking outside the bathroom, where it was all dark, shouting loudly, “Who! Come out!”

After a few seconds, a thin and small figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

A little body, not even reaching Rasa’s waist, looked about seven or eight years old.

Having even more severe dark circles than him, a ” character carved on the left of the forehead, with short red hair.

“It’s Gaara, how come, so late, you’re still not sleeping?”

Seeing his youngest son, Rasa relaxed, the ferocity on his face disappeared, trying to calm his tone, showing no flaws to be seen.

“I never sleep, Father.”

The child named Gaara looked at Rasa with eyes showing a complex mixture of fear, hatred, indifference, and other intertwined emotions, saying this in a coldly indifferent manner.

“…”

Rasa opened his mouth, left speechless.

Gaara was his youngest son, and more than that, after the passing of the previous One-tailed Jinchuriki, Monk Bunbuku, Gaara had become the new vessel for the One-tailed.

Thus, Gaara is not only his son but also an invaluable Tailed Beast Weapon for the Hidden Sand Village.

Also, due to the powers of the One-tailed, Gaara could not sleep peacefully like a normal person.

Whenever Gaara fell asleep, his own will would weaken, the Tailed Beast’s power would awaken, raving into madness, destroying everything around.

Therefore, to prevent the Tailed Beast from going berserk, Gaara’s sleep was deprived.

Compared to Konoha’s powerful Sealing Techniques inherited from the Uzumaki Clan, the Hidden Sand Village’s techniques concerning the Sealing of Tailed Beasts were much inferior.

It was natural not to take dealing with Tailed Beasts lightly or carelessly.

“So do you have anything in particular?”

“I saw the light was on here, so I came to have a look.”

Gaara answered.

“Is that so? I’m fine now, you should quickly return to your room, be careful of Shukaku.”

Rasa nodded, preparing to go back to his room.

As Rasa was about to lift his leg, Gaara fixated on his father Rasa’s feigned calm face, uttered a phrase:

“Were you planning to commit suicide just now, Father?”

“!”

Rasa’s face instantly turned grim.