Every live broadcast will be beaten to death[Comprehensive]

Consciousness slowly returned, but he still couldn't open his eyes.

It seemed that there was a thick but very soft cushion pressing on his body, bit by bit squeezing away the already thin air.He was about to suffocate.

However, just when he felt that he was about to fall into the groggy darkness again, the weight on his body lightened suddenly, and then the light was cast.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a strange little face.

Oh, it turned out to be buried under the sand.

The child who saved his life asked, who are you...?

He felt very tired, tired, thirsty and hungry, as if he had slept for a long, long time, but was not awake.So, he said casually: "I am the little friend brought by Shasha to send you off... Is there any water?"

The child's eyes widened, and he was at a loss for a while.It seemed a little happy and a little wary, but in the end, he nodded hastily.

"Great." He stretched out his sand-covered paws with great difficulty, and touched the child's head: "Quick, save your life with water."

The country of the wind, the village hidden in the sand.

As the head of a village, the Fourth Kazekage has been having a lot of headaches recently.The reason is simple, the one-tailed Jinchuriki in the village has caused trouble again.

Gaara—that is, Ichito Jinchuriki, the son who was only used as a tool by him, dug out an unknown person from the sandpit in the park one day.Of course, this person is not from Sand Hidden Village, and his inexplicable appearance here is enough to make the ninjas in this village vigilant.Originally, it was easy to deal with, just kill him, but unexpectedly, Gaara never agreed to hand over the person, and few people dared to touch the mold of the angry Jinjuriki.

Kazekage came over to take a look, the guy who suddenly appeared was actually an ordinary person, he didn't have any chakra on him, he didn't know anything when he asked, he wasn't pretending at all, so Gaara was left alone.In his opinion, this person would be killed by Gaara within a day at most, and he didn't need to deal with it, so he just sent a few more Anbu to watch them.

Everyone was extremely curious about this ordinary person Gaara saved.Because Jinjuriki is terrible and brutal, there was only one person who dared to approach Gaara before, but now this person has died in Gaara's hands.

They were so curious, while secretly speculating on the death date of the poor guy.

But the "poor guy" is still alive and kicking.

That's right, this person is the anchor who was randomly sent to the bottom of a bunker after being dead and alive.

Before he was dug out by children playing in the sand, he was almost suffocated to death again.I don't know how long it has been buried in the ground, but anyway, the clothes the host is wearing are all yellow and tattered, and there is an ugly scar on the back of his hand.But he didn't care much, and finally dealt with the inexplicable questions of some strange people, he was happily thrown into a small independent house, and lived with Gaara who saved him.

The anchor didn't expect that he had been treated as a dead person at all, and he didn't expect that this helpful kid was actually a big killer.After snatching the minor’s cot and sleeping for a day, the first thing the anchor did when he got up was to grab Gaara, who was squatting beside the bed in a daze, and go to the bathroom to wash his face——

"Hey? So it's really dark circles, not eye shadow..."

The anchor, who was rubbing his eyes desperately for a long time to no avail, suddenly realized that his face was full of guilt for the lack of sleep that affected the children.

"..."

Gaara opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, he just stared at the anchor with those big but unglamorous eyes.

Of course the host doesn't care about the children's silence.In his opinion, Gaara is such a kind-hearted kid who actually saved the anchor who was dying of thirst (although he splashed water on his face), but his personality was too introverted to speak.The child's round face with baby fat was rounded by a stupid adult, but he was still sitting silently on the small bench in the bathroom, with the wet short red hair sticking to his face, not to mention how cute—— Looking at it this way, it's just that the dark circles under the eyes are a little serious, it's not a problem at all!

"A strange uncle said a lot of things to me yesterday, most of which I didn't understand, but I understood a little bit." The anchor also moved a small bench and sat next to Gaara, "Thanks for your help, otherwise I going to the streets."

Gaara still didn't speak.The host was talking happily to himself, and as he was talking, he suddenly heard a small voice: "You were sent by... the sand..."

The anchor was stunned for a moment, and realized that the child seemed to take his little friend brought by the sand seriously.So, he followed this sentence and continued: "Well, little friend."

At this time, Gaara's gloomy eyes suddenly lit up.

What he didn't know was how shocking Gaara was to his casual words.

As a Jinjuriki, with power beyond ordinary people, Gaara was excluded from childhood.Loneliness, loneliness, pain, these are all he can feel.His father deliberately made him suffer from malice, so that in his life, there is only sand that he can control.

But now, the sand gave him a friend.

OK, believe it?

——No, have you forgotten Yasha Wan? He was so kind to you, but the results are all fake!

Can't believe it, fake, fake fake fake...

Not long ago, I killed the person who was the best for me, and my too young heart was filled with negative emotions.

but--

I really want to believe it.

People who are not afraid of him, people who can be touched, people who can be friends, I really want them.

Because... it was sent by the sand.

While resentful because of the painful encounter, at the same time lonely and afraid of loneliness.The child was still sitting motionless on the small bench, but suddenly, big tears were streaming down his face. He tried hard to purse his lips, but forced an ugly expression.

The kid hasn't given up yet.

Therefore, the anchor is actually very lucky.

"Wait, why are you crying?" The lucky anchor turned pale with fright at this time, thinking that he was bullying and crying because he occupied the child's bed, squatting in front of Gaara with a guilty conscience, and coaxed: "No Cry or not, at worst I will let you beat—"

Gaara's body suddenly appeared out of thin air with a large lump of flying sand, and with a few whirrings, a hole was made in the bathroom door, and by the way, the small bench that the anchor was sitting on just now was smashed.

"..." The anchor quickly shut up, and then said, "It's not good to fight, I'd better take you to play in the sand."

In the end, he and his newly-baked buddy held hands and ran to the only park in the village to play in the sand.

Not to mention how many people were scared to death along the way, the anchor took advantage of his status as an adult to seize the only sandpit in the park, and the children who were originally playing here immediately turned their heads when they saw Gaara being pulled by him. ran away.

So, in this small and dilapidated park, there were only them squatting in the sand and scraping sand.

It happened to be noon at this time, and the sun was particularly fierce. The anchor began to sweat after a while in the sun. When I saw Gaara, his face was neither red nor sweaty.

Ah, the sun is so big that I have hallucinations.

He glanced back, turned his head, and called Gaara to come over and paste mud together, humming and humming to pile up the sand mixed with water——

After a while.

"That's not right..."

The anchor frowned and looked back again.He had looked back several times in the process of piling up the sand.

"That, I have been concerned about it for a long time." His eyes blinked several times like shaking a sieve, and after making sure that the hallucinations had not disappeared, he said quietly: "You look familiar, oh, I remembered, you were the one who pushed me A handful of passers-by, with a particularly high degree of discrimination—but who are you, why are you floating behind me."

Behind him, the spirit-like passer-by touched his hair that was as golden as the sun: "I'm sorry, I can only answer your first question - my name is Namikaze Minato. As for the second one, I'm sorry ,I want to know too."

In the end, he paused, and showed a sorry and slightly melancholy smile: "Obviously, I'm dead."