After a hard-fought battle, the Sunagakure ninja finally managed to subdue the rampaging Shukaku and successfully wake the sleeping Rasa.
Only then did Rasa snap back to his senses, learning that he had gone berserk while unconscious and brought such devastating consequences upon the village.
Although that bout of sleep had somewhat eased his mental state, the people of the village had paid a heavy price for it.
After this incident, the prestige Rasa had painstakingly built over the past several years plummeted straight to the bottom.
Now, the entire village was filled with vigilance and wariness toward him. The once respected image of a leader had completely vanished.
After this, no matter how unwilling Rasa was, his body would still uncontrollably fall into sleep.
If it was only light sleep, just a brief nap of ten or so minutes, Rasa could still barely suppress the power of Shukaku within him through sheer willpower, preventing it from breaking free.
However, due to the long-term lack of proper rest, under the body's own protective mechanisms, Rasa would inevitably slip into the abyss of deep sleep.
Once he entered deep sleep, the sealed Shukaku would break free like a wild horse unbound, bursting out in an instant.
It would swagger through the village as if no one else existed, rampaging at will. Wherever it passed became a mess of destruction, causing numerous casualties among the villagers and incurring incalculable property losses.
It's worth mentioning that Rasa himself possessed an enormous amount of chakra. This meant that every time Shukaku drew on his chakra to manifest in a berserk state, its body would often become exceptionally massive.
This undoubtedly made the task of resealing Shukaku far more difficult than ever before for Sunagakure.
Faced with such a thorny situation, the village elders, after careful deliberation, gave Rasa a two-month deadline.
He was ordered to do everything in his power to completely subdue this unruly tailed beast, Shukaku.
If the time came and he still failed, then he would have no choice but to live the rest of his days imprisoned.
Now, a month had already passed. No matter what methods Rasa used, threats, intimidation, or earnest persuasion, even after trying all kinds of strategies, he still couldn't establish any effective line of communication with Shukaku.
It should be known that back then, the reason Bunpuku was able to successfully tame and control Shukaku was not due to any external power or technique, but because of his unwavering will and noble, pure character.
Bunpuku truly accepted Shukaku from the bottom of his heart and always treated it with equal respect, never once suppressing or exploiting it.
Rasa, on the other hand, had always treated Shukaku as nothing more than a tool, a weapon.
Moreover, in terms of sealing techniques, Rasa was far inferior to Bunpuku.
That was precisely why Shukaku kept losing control and going berserk.
Back then, how arrogant and domineering Rasa had been.
Every day he would curse at the five-year-old Gaara, calling him a "failure" and "trash" over and over.
And now?
The once overbearing Rasa had now fallen into the same position, becoming the "failure" and "waste" in everyone's eyes, someone who couldn't even subdue Shukaku.
On this very night, Sunagakure was thrown into an uproar because of Shukaku's rampage.
The entire village descended into chaos. The barrier team's carefully arranged barriers trembled continuously under the overwhelming impact of Shukaku's immense chakra, to the point that weaker chakra signatures couldn't be detected at all.
However, none of this escaped a single eye floating in the air.
That eye took in every movement Shukaku made.
When it saw the village gradually restoring order, it quietly vanished, leaving behind only scattered sand as proof it had ever been there.
At the same time, high above in the clouds, the corner of Gaara's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint, mocking smile.
Standing steadily atop his sand platform, he guided it as it sped toward his own camp.
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In the northern frontier of the Land of Wind, there was a breathtaking sight.
A patch of oasis sat embedded within the vast desert like a brilliant green gem.
Within this oasis grew countless towering trees dozens of meters high, their branches lush and dense, like giant green parasols shielding the land below.
Through the thick forest, one could vaguely make out a massive city standing within.
The city was like a mysterious kingdom hidden deep in the woods, stirring both curiosity and longing.
Yet who could have imagined that just five years ago, this place had been nothing but a barren desert, lifeless and devoid of all signs of habitation?
Now, the once sandy ground had been leveled smooth, replaced by land covered in green grass and blooming flowers.
Behind this miraculous transformation lay the tireless efforts of Konoha's ninja.
To turn this desert into a thriving oasis, Konoha not only brought in underground water from the Land of Rain, but also relied on powerful Wood Release techniques to breathe life into the once dry and desolate sands.
It's worth mentioning that this massive city, named "Sandthorn," was almost entirely constructed from wood.
Its walls were formed by arranging thick, sturdy trees together, making them exceptionally strong.
Despite being located in a desert region, with a steady supply of underground water and the power of Wood Release, the city managed to survive and continue to grow.
Even the trees that formed its walls retained vigorous vitality, as if silently guarding this hard-earned city.
The Konoha ninja stationed here lived in equally unique dwellings, treehouses built entirely from wood.
These treehouses were scattered throughout the city in an orderly fashion, blending seamlessly with the surrounding natural environment.
After all, the mission of the Konoha ninja here was to restore and rehabilitate the damaged ecosystem, so when constructing their homes, they tried to avoid using materials that would harm the environment.
And with Konoha's architectural master, Yamato, present, for this kind of housing, all it took was a clap of his hands and a shout, and they'd be there. In minutes, he could put up dozens of two-story buildings.
When it came to construction, Yamato had never lost to anyone.
Sure, after building two rows of houses he'd be completely drained, but hey, the question is, can people live in them or not?
The reason Wood Release achieved such remarkable results here wasn't solely due to Yamato's efforts.
In fact, Nawaki of the Senju clan also played an indispensable role.
For years, he had remained here, quietly contributing his strength.
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