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“If your son doesn’t kill them, the sun will.”
The words were brazen. Such brazen words came from members of Suna ’s council of elders, and yet this time, the fourth Kazekage heard words that weren’t uttered from within the council room but from his own office instead. Rasa looked up from his desk; his mouth twisted into its usual scowl as he looked at the shinobi—kunoichi, actually.
Her fellow shinobi elbowed her, clearing his throat and shaking his head before whispering something to her as Rasa watched the two. He held back, taking a deep breath, glaring at the two.
“I’m not surprised at the lack of respect,” Rasa thought as his fingers tapped the top of his desk as the sun beat down on the edges. “I may not have come up with that foolish plan for the Chunnin exams, but I let myself be replaced by the imposter who did.” He continued looking at the two. “What surprises me is someone referring to Gaara as my son.” He glanced out the window at the sun as it beat down outside. “Are you referring to my son Kankuro and daughter Temari?”
“Uh, well,” the kunoichi said.
There was that level of foreboding, that feeling that always lingered that his youngest child might do something to his older siblings. His mouth twisted slightly, that familiar feeling of Gaara ’s magnetic release. “The sun or him, you said?” Rasa stood up. “Kankuro and Temari aren’t that kind of fool.”
Yet, he didn ’t want to see that what they said might be true even though he knew someone needed to deal with the problem, and that was his youngest son. And yet—
Rasa stood there, the sun beating down on his youngest son, held up by his two older siblings. He took a deep breath, unsure of what was happening there.