Naruto: I, who didn't want to be hacked to pieces, saved the ninja world.

Not only Shirakumo Aoba, but also Naruto, Sasuke, and others who knew his strength showed strange expressions.

Before they could ask, Temari continued, "Gaara might lose control later, and your life could be in danger."

"out of control?"

The others didn't quite understand.

Gaara didn't explain, but he nodded.

At that moment, the door to the lounge opened, and two figures walked in.

One of the male ninjas, who was carrying a senbon needle, asked, "Is everyone here?"

"It's all ready."

The Moonlight Gale, who was coughing incessantly like a sickly ghost, answered from the side.

Seeing that Moonlight Gale could still move, Baiyun Qingye was also somewhat surprised.

It seems the butterfly effect is what allowed him to survive.

"As long as they're all there."

Genma Shiranui produced a stack of death contracts.

It was passed on to all the candidates present.

"Sign here before the exam."

"Although Gale and I will do our best to protect you, accidents are inevitable in actual combat. This is the proper procedure. If you are afraid, you can leave."

Just like the second exam in the Forest of Death.

Without hesitation, everyone signed their names.

As the bell rang to begin the third exam.

The two who participated in the first match, Aoba Shirakumo and Gaara, left the lounge.

They stepped onto the competition field.

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the stands; the exam had only just begun, yet it had already reached its climax.

The first match was between the Hokage's disciple and the Kazekage's son.

Seeing this game today is worth the ticket price, even if I die.

"I didn't expect the first match to be so popular."

Luo Sha on the high platform was also somewhat surprised by the current situation.

Upon hearing this, Tsunade merely chuckled lightly, "My disciple and your son, who do you think will win this battle?"

"As a father, I naturally believe in Gaara's abilities."

"Is that so? Then let's wait and see."

On the field.

Bai Yunqingye stood on the competition field, looking up at the sky. There were no clouds in the sky, and the bright sunlight seemed a bit scorching.

"Today is perfect for a fight."

Meanwhile, Gaara also came down from the stands, his expression somewhat gloomy.

At this moment, Genma Shiranui was still announcing the precautions, but the bloodthirsty audience around him had already become excited.

"White clouds and green leaves...you are my first friend."

Gaara gazed at Shirokumo Aoba, "I'm sorry."

Why apologize?

Baiyun Qingye asked curiously.

"..."

Gaara did not answer.

"...Alright, let's form the seals of opposition."

Genma Shiranui's incessant introduction finally came to an end.

"Battle, begin!"

After saying that, he instantly left the area.

The sand from the gourd on Gaara's back instantly gushed out, covering his body.

In just a moment, the air above the venue was covered with sand.

The next moment, he raised his hands, and quicksand flew up, sweeping towards Baiyun Qingye.

A large amount of sand transformed into a giant hand, reaching out to grab Baiyun Qingye.

In the blink of an eye, he was enveloped.

boom!

Baiyun Qingye's fist had already been thrown.

With just one punch, he shattered the quicksand that enveloped him.

A terrifying force stirred up layers of air currents.

A large area suddenly opened up around the white clouds and green leaves.

Chapter 268 Shukaku: Starting with a high-level match?

"Truly impressive!"

Gaara's expression changed slightly upon seeing this, and he waved his hand.

More quicksand surged towards the white clouds and green leaves.

However, the next moment, Baiyun Qingye's figure vanished into thin air.

Gaara was immediately startled, realizing that his opponent's greatest strength was speed.

The quicksand that was originally flowing towards Baiyun Qingye began to approach him.

They gathered around him.

They were guarding against attacks from the white clouds and green leaves.

But after a loud "boom," Shirokumo Aoba appeared in front of Gaara and punched him.

Because of the speed, his Sand Shield had no time to react.

Sand Shield is a passive skill; it's a ninjutsu that uses sand imbued with Karura's will to provide automatic defense.

However, this ninjutsu also has its flaws; if the enemy's attack is too fast, there won't be enough time to react.

Rock Lee had done it before.

But this time, Gaara felt pain.

This was the first time since he was born that he understood what pain was.

The yellow sand on my skin peeled off in chunks.

This is the Sand Armor, which also uses the sand from the gourd to cover the surface of his skin.

This is his true defensive strategy.

But now all of them have been violently smashed open by Shirokumo Aoba.

His body flew backward violently, and blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Gaara is injured?!"

Kankuro's face showed fear, and his tone was full of disbelief.

Although he had faced Baiyun Qingye's monstrous attacks before, the ones who suffered were his puppets.

Even Gaara is injured now.

Kankuro was somewhat relieved that he had switched places with the puppet back then; otherwise, he would have taken a punch.

I guess I'll have to go see my great-grandmother soon.

Temari, who was leaving the lounge, also looked shocked, but she quickly thought of something else.

His expression involuntarily turned tense. "Gaara might lose control!"

Is this what pain feels like?

Gaara lay on the ground, licking the blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The image of Yashamaru, the man who clearly hated him but pretended to love him, appeared in his mind subconsciously.

Indeed, physical pain is nothing compared to the pain in one's heart.

Baiyun Qingye is so good to him, could this also be a deception by Konoha?

They also coveted the monster inside him.

The quicksand around them became even more violent, and when Goa stood up from the ground, his eyes were slowly losing their rationality.

Madness and murderous intent gradually spread.

"They say pain makes people grow, but it seems like you've grown a little crooked."

Looking at Gaara's expression, Shirokumo Aoba couldn't help but make a comment.

I don't know how many personality-correcting punches I'll need to get back on track.

The battle on the field entered its second round, while undercurrents began to stir off the field.

Nara Shikaku stood in a corner watching the game.

Seeing Gaara's change, I subconsciously became more vigilant.

They already knew that the other was the Jinchūriki of the One-Tailed Beast.

"How are the preparations for the barrier going?"