at the time when Shukaku was still in him. His knuckles protruded white so tightly he pressed his hands to his fist. They came closer and closer and with every step they stepped, Gaara's anger grew, it formed a ball of pure hatred and silently threatened the attackers. The air seemed to crackle so strong was Gaara's power. They stopped less than two meters away, it seemed to take hours before someone moved and took the first step. One step too much as Gaara found, he was suddenly pierced by a sand spear and cut in half. With a completely surprised look, the corpse slowly fell to the ground and disintegrated there.
The other three had observed the scenario in silence and were now three storming towards Gaara. Their battle cries confused Gaara a bit, but that immediately subsided and he let his sand fly forward against him. This time he was prepared for the stone wall and bypassed it. While his attackers expected him to stand still as they knew him, Gaaras ran up to them and attacked directly without consideration.
He smashed the wall and grabbed the first by the throat, he threw him with full force against the wall, so that his bones cracked and a strange wet noise could be heard.Then he turned to the next one to whom the shock was literally written on the face.
Gaara pulled out a kunai and cut his throat, then kicked his head so hard that it almost beheaded him. The last one opened his eyes in shock and turned around he ran off without thinking, but Gaara was quick and pulled him back. He picked it up, grabbed by the collar, and pressed it against the wall, then asked in a barely controlled whisper.
"Who did this to her?"
Gaara increased his pressure when he got no answer. The man on the wall was trembling pitifully and seemed unable to speak.
"I asked you something so please answer!", Gaara pressed out with a barely controlled voice.
“I don't know.” His breath caught when he noticed that he had shouted these words, he feared for his life and began to beg Gaara for his life. "Please believe me, but we never saw our order giver, but only a kind of liaison man ...."
Gaara dropped it, breaking the litany.
His gaze wandered back to Sakura, he lingered there for a moment before he turned back to the figure crouching on the floor.
"Tell me who your liaison man is. I know him, does this pig work for me ?!"
Commanded Gaara more than he asked.
The man on the floor seemed to pull himself together even more and his whimpering got louder and louder too. Gaara took a step towards him, as if pressing him against the wall.
He leaned down and pulled him into a sitting position. Then he came closer and closer, so close that he could feel Gaara's breath on his cheek. Gaara began to whisper softly in his ear, "Do you think that your client wastes even a thought on you. I hardly think that he would cry even a tear for you, you are no further than pawns on a chessboard for him. You are interchangeable like a spare part. "It had become too much for Gaara and he let his hatred run free. The screams of pain seemed to be heard everywhere.