20demayo Chapter 412 Kakashi: Me?
Chapter 412 Kakashi: Me?
When Yamato led a rapid response team of four elite ANBU members to a rooftop opposite the Land of Stars' diplomatic mission, what greeted their eyes was Sasuke being completely suppressed by the overwhelming yellow sand.
As dawn broke, a pale gold hue shone over the stretch of yellow sand that stretched across the street, but it could not dispel the oppressive and suffocating atmosphere brought by the raging sandstorm.
Sasuke's figure looked particularly disheveled amidst the churning sand waves. Like a lone boat in a storm, he struggled to dodge and evade the sand hands that were entangling him, trying to find a way to retaliate.
However, his counterattack seemed so pale in the face of absolute power.
Gaara leaned against the gate, arms crossed, expression indifferent, as if what lay before him was not a battle, but merely a boring game of swatting away mosquitoes.
The sand flowing around him was like an army, combining offense and defense, moving at will.
Sometimes it transforms into a giant hand to strike, sometimes it condenses into a sharp spear to thrust, and sometimes it restricts Sasuke's movement like a swamp.
Every counterattack Sasuke made, whether it was a swift taijutsu or an experimental fire-style ninjutsu, was easily swallowed up or neutralized by the seemingly endless sea of sand.
His brows were furrowed beneath the Yamato mask.
He recognized the ability to manipulate sand.
It is the bloodline limit "Magnetic Release" passed down through generations in Sunagakure.
The Anbu intelligence unit had already confirmed that the red-haired boy was Gaara, the son of the Fourth Kazekage, Rasa.
Moreover, the strength he demonstrated during the Chunin Exams far surpassed that of a Special Jonin.
In contrast, consider Sasuke.
Although his strength had reached the threshold of Jonin thanks to the enhancement brought by the three-tomoe Sharingan, he had only just mastered the three-tomoe Sharingan and did not have any clan members to guide him in its use and development. Therefore, he was clearly not up to the task when facing an opponent like Gaara.
"Captain?" A member of the Dark Guard wearing a raccoon mask asked in a low voice, his fingers already on the hilt of the short sword behind his back.
"Is immediate intervention necessary?"
Yamato slowly shook his head, his gaze passing over Sasuke and Gaara, and landing on the figure faintly visible in the shadows of the corridor behind the half-open door: Uchiha Shisui.
The man just stood there quietly, like a detached spectator, but Yamato dared not underestimate "Shisui of the Body Flicker" who had made a name for himself in the Third Shinobi World War!
"Wait a little longer." Yamato's voice came through the mask, calm and restrained.
"Our primary task is to prevent the situation from escalating and ensure Sasuke's safety, but... we also need to observe Shisui's movements. If he really wanted to harm Sasuke, he wouldn't have waited until now."
He wanted to know what Shisui was trying to test by letting Gaara and Sasuke fight.
Or... is there another motive?
The current head of the Uchiha clan and the police chief of the Land of Stars may have a deeper meaning in every action he takes towards Sasuke.
Just then, the situation on the field changed.
Perhaps sensing the rapidly gathering and prying gazes from all sides, or perhaps feeling that the "performance" had been enough, Uchiha Shisui, who had been silently observing, finally took a step forward, stepping out of the shadows of the corridor into the morning light.
"Enough, Gaara." His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the howling sand.
Without any hesitation, Gaara's surrounding sandstorm quickly subsided and calmed down, as if soldiers had received orders.
The yellow sand, like the receding tide, rolled back and transformed into a gentle stream, swirling around his feet, and eventually most of it flowed back into the huge sand gourd behind him.
The pressure suddenly disappeared, and Sasuke staggered, kneeling on one knee, panting heavily.
Sweat soaked his hair, which clung to his forehead, and his clothes were covered in dust, making him look somewhat disheveled.
But his Sharingan with its three tomoe didn't dim; instead, it became even more crimson and dazzling due to the intense emotions and exhaustion.
At this moment, those eyes were fixed intently on Shisui, filled with questioning, anger, and confusion.
Shisui met Sasuke's gaze, his expression calm.
He offered no explanation, nor did he exchange pleasantries.
hum-
Shisui's black pupils instantly turned scarlet, and three tomoe appeared, then quickly rotated and transformed, connecting together.
Ultimately, it coalesced into a shape resembling the sword in the Wind Demon's hand.
Kaleidoscope Sharingan!