Chapter 1247: Assassination_2

“I see, no problem then. You may leave.”

Rasa had no intention of asking further questions.

He more or less could guess the intention of Konoha’s visit.

After persecuting the Land of Wind, the Land of Demons now pointed its spearhead at the Land of Fire.

And allied with the Land of Lightning, the Land of Earth, and the Land of Water, divided the wealth of the Isolated Island, excluding the Land of Fire and the Land of Wind.

This inevitably would create a feeling of shared misery for the Land of Fire and the Land of Wind.

Although an alliance treaty was indeed signed with the Land of Fire previously, the internal situation in Hidden Sand became unstable due to him, the Kazekage, making Hidden Sand powerless to support the Land of Fire under such circumstances.

Meanwhile, the Daimyo of the Land of Wind was intimidated by the Land of Demons, left to express his anger alone within the Tenshu of the Daimyo’s Mansion.

One fears not scarcity, but inequality, as the Land of Demons allied with other major nations without notifying the Land of Wind, surely making the Daimyo of the Land of Wind very displeased.

As if ignoring the existence of the Land of Wind.

Coupled with previous conflicts, the relationship between the Land of Wind and the Land of Demons has completely deteriorated.

“Yes.”

After receiving Rasa’s instructions, the Anbu disappeared from the office and went about their work.

Thanks to Chiyo’s assistance, Rasa did not have many tasks to handle.

Benefiting from accumulated past experience, he finished all governmental affairs in less than a morning.

Thereafter, Rasa dazed alone in the office for the entire afternoon until nightfall before heading home from the Kazekage Building.

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“Gaara, dinner is ready, come out and eat.”

Shouju knocked on her younger brother Gaara’s door, creating a sound to make him come out for dinner.

As the eldest daughter of the family, Shouju actively took on household affairs during her father Rasa’s working hours.

Going to school, caring for her brothers, cooking, and then practicing have become an unwavering routine for Shouju.

The door opened slightly, and the room inside was dim. Gaara’s head peered out first, his gaze indifferent as it swept over Shouju’s face without any response, simply walking out of the room coldly without exchanging a word with Shouju.

“…”

Shouju scratched her head, finding it difficult to interact with her indifferent brother.

If only her father weren’t so strict usually.

But seeing the Sealing Talisman pasted on the door, that was specifically placed there to suppress Gaara, effectively restraining the monster inside him.

Thinking of this, Shouju couldn’t help but sigh.

“Yo, Gaara, finally came out, huh? Let me tell you, in today’s ninja written exam, I scored among the top three!”

At the dining table, a boy around Shouju’s age greeted Gaara, hoping to find a topic to chat about.

“Idiot.”

Gaara only commented two words on it.

“…”

The boy’s smile froze, feeling very disheartened.

“Alright, Kankuro, don’t make Gaara angry.”

Shouju walked over to reprimand the boy.

“Hey, when did I make him angry?”

Kankuro protested unenthusiastically.

“Hmm?”

Shouju walked to Kankuro’s side, unceremoniously grabbed his ear, and twisted it hard.

“Dare to disobey me?”

“Ouch, ouch, ouch! Let go! I know I was wrong, sis!”

Kankuro felt a burning pain in his ear and immediately pleaded for mercy.

Shouju finally let go of Kankuro, sitting at her seat.

Kankuro glanced at his sister Shouju with resentment.

With such a fierce personality, like a tomboy, she surely won’t find a man willing to marry her.

“Recently, Dad’s mood hasn’t been good, so be careful, especially you, Kankuro, behave yourself.”

Shouju felt she must display her authority as the eldest daughter.

“Yes, yes.”

Kankuro answered feebly.

Gaara simply ate in silence, disregarding Shouju and Kankuro.

Family, that concept was too distant for him.

However, this woman’s cooking was really good. Gaara sneaked a glance at his sister Shouju.

Unexpectedly, such a carefree personality had such remarkable culinary skills.

“What’s up, Gaara? Is there something on my face?”

Noticing Gaara’s gaze, Shouju felt puzzled. There shouldn’t be anything on her face.

“Nothing.”

Gaara continued eating.

“I think Gaara is embarrassed to say it, but actually wants to say your cooking is bad.”

Kankuro said.

“Then don’t eat. You can fill up on the sand outside. I heard fried sand is quite nutritious; I’ll fry it for you next time.”

“Fried sand? Are you a devil?”

Kankuro murmured softly.

Clearly, he was the eldest son, why was his position in the family the lowest?

Father Rasa may not favor Gaara, but Shouju really spoiled Gaara. Just by looking at the dishes on the table, where Gaara had the most meat on his plate.

Having Shouju’s protection, he, the eldest son, could only be at the bottom of the family hierarchy.

When could he, the eldest son, truly rise?

Noticing Shouju’s sharp glare, Kankuro shrank his neck like a frightened quail, daring not to think further.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening came from the entrance; Rasa walked in.

“I’m back.”

“Dad, welcome back.”

Shouju put down her bowl and chopsticks, approaching to greet Rasa.

Rasa asked, “Gaara hasn’t caused any trouble today, has he?”