Chapter 286 Like Her
Time passed minute by minute, and the door of the operating room finally opened again.
It was the medical Sand Ninja who came out and informed them, "Kankuro is awake."
Temari's eyes lit up and she rushed in, and saw Kankuro slowly opening his eyes on the operating table.
"Kankuro! How do you feel?"
Kankuro's blurry pupils gradually solidified, and he turned his head in a daze to look at Temari.
"You're back so soon..."
His voice was still weak, and Temari wanted to tell him to lie down, but Kankuro insisted on getting up, so Temari had to support his shaky back.
Kankuro glanced at the people present. Except for the people from Sunagakure, almost everyone familiar to Konoha was there.
He took a moment to catch his breath and described in a halting manner how he tracked down the Akatsuki members.
"There are two enemies... one is with Gaara... just focus on tracking Gaara."
When fighting with members of Akatsuki, Kankuro controlled the puppet to pull off the corner of the clothes of one of them when he was seriously injured, and was able to catch up with another enemy based on the smell on it.
When the Akatsuki members left Sunagakure, they caused massive explosion damage and injured countless ninjas.
Therefore, Nohara Rin and Hayama Haruko stayed in Sunagakure to provide medical assistance, while the others immediately went to track down the Akatsuki members.
Standing at the entrance of Sunagakure village and watching them leave, Haruko always felt uneasy in the morning.
She couldn't help but clench her hands, hoping it was just her illusion...
In the dark place that no one had noticed, two huge sickle thorns suddenly grew on the thick tree trunk, like the bloody mouth of a Venus flytrap with sharp claws and fangs.
A human figure gradually emerged in the middle, or rather, a strange being with a humanoid appearance.
Half of his body is grayish white, and the other half is pitch black. The most eye-catching thing should be his two inorganic eyes that are like golden balls.
He was hiding in the dark and spying on information.
His gaze paused when his eyes caught sight of the black-haired girl who turned around and returned to Sunagakure.
that is……
Humph, Madara is really smart and his guess is so accurate.
Fortunately he is dead.
After surveying the enemy's intelligence, Jue's upper body merged into the tree trunk again, and the two huge sickle thorns shrank together, as if they had never appeared.
In the cave, Akatsuki is extracting the tailed beasts.
In the huge rock cave, a huge and terrifying pointed shell object occupied most of the space. Its appearance was both like a human and a huge forked dead tree.
It has nine eyeballs embedded on its top, and each time it draws some of the power of the tailed beast from the Jinchuriki, the eyes open a little wider.
The weird scene is creepy.
On the ten fingers of the two thick hands stood members of Akatsuki. They formed hand seals in the same way and jointly controlled the peeling of the tailed beasts.
The condescending atmosphere was dead silent, filled with gloom and solemnity.
Zetsu opened his eyes and a deep voice broke the silence.
"The enemy is approaching our assembly area."
"Enemy? Those fools playing in the mud?" a young man replied with an arrogant and disdainful voice.
"No, they are from Konoha, and they are quite powerful."
A hollow, rough voice interrupted the conversation, as if it had been through several layers of sandblasting, and it was impossible to discern the person's true voice. "Tell me their number and characteristics."
"Three elite jonin, two men and one woman, each with three chunins." Zetsu immediately added, "There is one called Might Guy, his taijutsu is very strong."
“Ahhh——”
A lively and artificial male voice sounded, which was completely out of place with the atmosphere of the scene.
"Sounds like fun! Give me a few enemies to play with!"
The organic golden eyes glanced at him. It was a man wearing an orange vortex mask. Only his short black hair could be seen outside the mask.
It was hard to combine a tall young man with the artificial voice just now.
"This is not a joke." Considering his delicate identity, Jue refused, "A Fei has only joined not long ago, it would be safer to let someone else go."
The vortex mask turned towards him, without the playful voice packaging, and there was a sinister and sticky meaning as it stared at people in silence.
Jue still had no expression on his face and didn't even look at him.
As the leader of this group of extremely vicious members, a hollow and rough voice gave instructions.
"In that case, Kisame and Deidara go, the two of you should be enough to handle it."
The arrogant boy grumbled in dissatisfaction: "It's me again. I just captured the Jinchuriki back."
Kisame's eyes flashed with excitement, "It just so happens that I have some personal grudges with that pot-head, so let him feed my sword."
The opponent was chosen, and the man in the Uzumaki mask let out an exaggerated sound of regret.
……
There were too many injured Sand Ninjas, and many of them were hit by explosions on their faces, leaving almost no room for treatment.
Haruko Hayama and Lin Nohara could only do their best to save as many people as possible.
After working for most of the day, they finally finished checking all the people who needed urgent treatment, and the rest still needed further observation and attention.
In the morning, Haruko rubbed her sore shoulders but did not rest immediately.
She came to the corridor, found Kankuro's ward and walked in. After taking the antidote made by Nohara Lin, the remaining poison in Kankuro's body was almost eliminated.
Now he is lying on the hospital bed, receiving an IV drip, resting and adjusting his condition.
Seeing that he was awake, Morning Haruko walked to the bedside and asked, "Are you feeling any discomfort, especially with your heart?"
Kankuro shook his head, his tone completely sincere, "Thank you so much this time."
"It's okay. It's what we should do as allies and friends."
Facing Haruko Asama's gentle smile, Kankuro was stunned for a few seconds, then relaxed.
There were only two of them in the room, so their voices were particularly clear and loud.
"The Kazekage... that is, my father, is in critical condition. The top brass has suggested that we must arrange for the next Kazekage."
"Honestly, Gaara is the most suitable candidate. Not only is he very powerful, he is also the child of the Kazekage. He is Sunagakure's most powerful weapon, but... he is also the most dangerous."
"Our mother passed away a few years ago due to a chronic illness. Even though Granny Chiyo has Gaara's back, there are still rumors in the village that fear and curse him."
"Temari and I don't want to see him suffer. He grew up being hated by the villagers. If he becomes the Kazekage, I'm afraid he will be resented even more."
Kankuro's whispered words cast a gloomy tint over the originally quiet room.
Morning Haruko didn't interrupt him. After listening to everything quietly, she asked softly, "What about Gaara? What does he think?"
"he……"
Kankuro couldn't help but recall the scene when he went to look for Gaara when the top leaders were discussing the matter.
"Gaara, they will never push you up there unless you're willing!"
Gaara stood on the edge of a rocky cliff with his back to him as the setting sun cast its last rays.
Kankuro looked panicked, but his words were firm.
As long as Gaara refused, he would definitely argue with those people and not let his brother fall into a more painful situation.
The flying sand and dust lifted up Gaara's clothes, and his tall back was depicted with a sense of desolation and loneliness.
"I... don't reject it. As a ninja from the Land of Sand, my goal is undoubtedly to become the Kazekage. In order to live closely connected with this village, I want others to recognize my existence."
Kankuro's expression was still apprehensive, "But if you ascend to the position of Kazekage, you will face even more criticism!"
Feeling his concern, Gaara turned around, with a hint of a smile on his wooden face.
"Even if you continue to wait, greater pain will come."
“It is better to work hard on your own and bravely accept the lonely road of being alone. Then, one day…”
“One day, I will be like her, connected with more people and needed by more people.”
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My little cuties! Please give a lower rating, two or three ★ is fine!
When I checked today, the score went straight up to 9.0, which scared me to death. People with high scores are more likely to be targeted!
Please lower the score, or I'm afraid I'll be killed before the end (tot)
