Chapter 63. Rasa's Dream

"Well..." Rasa rubbed his sleepy eyes and woke up.

Then, he jumped off the bed. At the age of six, he was only slightly over one meter tall but was already his master's right-hand man.

His master was a renowned potter in the village, crafting exquisite and durable pottery.

Today marked the day for him to become a master. If he created a work that met his master's expectations, he could attain the title of master.

He quickly dressed, gathered materials and tools, and headed to the pottery room.

The master was observing various pieces of porcelain in the room.

Upon seeing him, the master calmly stated, "Let's get started."

Filled with confidence, he seamlessly executed the process, from mixing clay, kneading clay, creating a clay base, and applying glaze, to firing it.

The movements were smooth and flowing, displaying great skill. In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

Rasa presented the fired pottery to the master.

The master, hidden in the shadows, examined it before pushing it off the table.

It collapsed, and the pottery emitted a muffled sound.

He shook his hands in anticipation! Good! He passed the test!

The master picked up the pottery again, placed it on the second level of the shelf, and pushed it down.

There was another muffled sound. The pottery was only scratched on the ears but not broken.

Before he could express his relief, the master picked up the pottery again, placed it on the third shelf, and pushed it down.

Alas, this time there was no avoiding misfortune. The pottery shattered into a pile of fragments.

The master said calmly, "Failed. Do it again."

Rasa was filled with grievances. Why did the pottery have to be placed so high and fall without breaking?

But the master's words were unwavering truth. Wiping away his red eyes, he started anew.

Days passed from the initial steps. He completed the new pottery, only for the master to throw it into the sky.

Clang. The pottery broke again.

"Failed product. Make it again," came the cold voice.

He had no choice but to start again.

Images kept flashing by. Regardless of the quality or strength of his efforts, the master found ways to break the pottery, either by throwing it to the ground, using a hammer, or employing ninjutsu until it shattered.

Then, the master would toss it back to him.

"Failure. Do it again."

In the end, he made a solid pottery for the master. Surprisingly, the master threw the pottery directly into the furnace.

Still, the same sentence: "Failure..."

He collapsed and cried, "Why? Why doesn't anything work, no matter what I do!?"

The master raised his head, and his face gradually transformed into that of Rasa.

Meanwhile, little Rasa turned into a child with the word "love" carved on his head.

"Because I never believed in you from the start. No matter how excellent your work is, it's useless."

"Ah..." Little Rasa (Gaara) knelt on the ground in pain.

...

He opened his eyes suddenly and found himself still in the desert, with a Uchiha clan member standing opposite him.

"Is this an illusion?" He felt a chill in his heart, realizing he had been instantaneously pulled into this environment.

It took a significant amount of chakra to break free from the genjutsu, and he was a little shaky.

He didn't dare to meet the other person's eyes but noticed the corners of their mouth turning down, as if dissatisfied.

He slammed his hands onto the ground.

Magnet Release: Gold Dust Imperial Funeral

As chakra infused the countless yellow sand on the ground, it turned golden and flowed like water.

Then the ground collapsed, and the opponent fell in instantly.

He frantically poured chakra into the ground.

The sand on the ground collapsed crazily, and pieces of sand shrank downwards.

But he could feel that the other party was fine.

The compacted sand exploded, and a huge golden skeleton rose from the ground.

Then the skeleton was covered with flesh and blood, chakra formed into armor, and a long knife manifested at the waist.

The surging chakra violently rushed out, and the golden Susanoo walked out of the sand with boundless power, as if a god had descended from the sky.

Rasa jumped onto the sand pad and soared into the sky, pulled out a seal scroll, and slapped it on it.

"Pull." Countless golden sands sprinkled down from the sky like waterfalls.

He clasped his hands together, and all the placer gold in the air buzzed and vibrated, quickly joining together.

Forming a huge cube.

Shining in golden light under the dazzling sunlight!

He waved his hand, and the huge cube violently collided with Natsuki's Susanoo.

 'No matter who he is, he is dead today!'

This placer gold cube is so hard that not even Shukaku can break it. 'I will make you die under the cube!'

Natsuki stood within Susanoo's body, a bit annoyed that the Tsukuyomi ability in his system had disappeared.

However, the construction of the Tsukuyomi world just now wasn't very successful.

Despite adding a lot of eye power to the original Tsukuyomi, it didn't last long.

Certainly, he lacked talent in illusions. Unlike Itachi, who, in the original story, managed to let Izumi live an entire lifetime in Tsukuyomi.

Since the soft approach didn't work, let's try the hard one!

Natsuki whipped out Susanoo's weapon and infused it with chakra and eye power.

The blade began to buzz and vibrate.

Susanoo forcefully pulled out the knife, and a shadow seemed to be attached to it.

The chakra-transformed blade struck the gold cube with a gleam of cold light.

Like cutting through tofu, the placer gold cube split into two halves and flew apart.

The two halves of the placer gold cube collided with the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Rasa's eyes suddenly shrank.

'It was actually cut into two pieces!? How could it be so sharp!?'

The placer gold, combined with chakra, possesses incomparable hardness.

Usually, he fights with the placer gold cube, and the opponent can only dodge it. Today, he was actually able to cut it in two!?

"This is the Susanoo! You are Natsuki Uchiha!" Rasa exclaimed in disbelief.

"Do you want to start a war!?"

Rasa had a serious expression on his face. He had heard about the reputation of the Mangekyou Sharingan for a long time.

Killer B of Kumogakure was said to have failed to counter a single move.

Natsuki didn't respond, but Susanoo raised the sword in his hand.

Susanoo stepped on the ground, and the high-speed movement brought yellow sand swirling into the sky.

His sand pad wasn't very fast, and the two of them were closing in quickly.

He waved his hands, and the placer gold that had been split into two pieces in the distance automatically exploded and flew into the air.

"Ah!..."

Rasa clasped his hands together, and the placer gold in the sky rained down on Susanoo.

The sound was dull, and the armor on Susanoo's body was peeled off by Sand Shigure, but Natsuki inside was unscathed.

"Huh..." Natsuki exhaled slowly and pressed his eyes again, with the involvement of the chakra of the Uzumaki clan.

Natsuki's Susanoo quickly returned to its previous appearance.

Rasa gasped violently.

His chakra was already running low but was attacked by another illusion.

Hiss chakra was almost depleted.

Seeing Susanoo still advancing towards him, Rasa looked desperate.

'How do I fight against this?'