Chapter 172: Therapist Daiki - 3

Chapter 172: Therapist Daiki - 3

"You are the one...who threatened my existence before, after boasting of how you could defeat all the trash alongside me." Gaara's gaze and bloodlust sharpened noticeably.

"That I am," Daiki nodded, "Sorry about that, I was in a bit of a bad mood you see. A friend of mine, the guy you fought. crippled himself just to try and beat a weakling like you, so it pissed me off a bit."

If possible, the bloodlust in the air spiked, anger filling it and within all the time it took to blink, a large spear of sand shot through the air towards him, erupting from Gaara's back.

It didn't even make contact, the sand falling to the ground harmlessly as his armour sucked the chakra out of it.

"Having performance issues?" Daiki taunted with a smirk.

"Hmph, absorbing chakra, how quaint," Gaara scoffed, yet despite his words, his bloodlust did not lesson, "I will kill you regardless of your little tricks."

"Tricks are for kids," Daiki snorted, "And it's impossible for you to kill me. You're just a failure of a Jinchuuriki after all, not like me. I'm better than you in every single way."

Gaara's gaze tightened, "Do not speak, as if you know me, just because you know what I am," he bit out, lifting his hands, "You are just a mere human, I am the demon of the sand!"

He raised both hands up, his chakra spiking and sand erupted from the gourd on his back, swelling up into the air above them.

But, with how blatant is bloodlust was, it was easy to predict such an action. Especially with Gaara's prior track record.

That was why, the split moments his chakra spiked, lightning sparked into existence around Daiki's body and he moved.

Gaara's sand jumped to his defence.

It was not fast enough.

With the lightning chakra mode, his speed was well a match for Rock Lee when he was using the gates.

If not faster.

Gaara only had time for his eyes to widen in shock, before Daiki's palm smashed into his face and bodily lifted him up into the air, before slamming him back down onto the rooftop.

Only then did the sand reach him, switching from defense to offense, tens of dozens of sand spikes aiming to impale him from every angle.

But just like before, the second they got within the vicinity of his body, they shrivelled away as the chakra was absorbed from them.

Gaara's eyes were wide with horror...and fear.

"NO!" the boy snarled around the palm in his face and clenched his fists, the sand that had been scattered, filling with chakra once more and leaping to his aid.

"Stop, or I'll kill you." Daiki said simply, and it halted. It was not a threat in his voice, it was a promise.

And Gaara froze.

That was Gaara's biggest problem really. At this point in time, without relying on the strength of the One Tail, he was powerless. And against someone that knew his weaknesses like him and could exploit them, he was a sitting duck.

"I could make Shukaku quiet forever if you want," Daiki offered, despite himself. Even with his disappointment in Gaara's strength, it didn't change the guy was done fucking dirty and couldn't even sleep because of Shukaku. That was bound to give anyone a few screws loose, "And Shukaku's not your mother. Your mother is dead, she died bringing you into this world, so don't disrespect her like that."

Gaara....looked as if Daiki just slapped him.

Which technically, he kinda did not long just, just with his full palm.

Daiki sighed, "Look, I get it. Your life sucks and has sucked for a long time. Your mom died giving birth to you, your dad stuck a bijuu in you that you never wanted, he forced your siblings not to interact with you, tried to have you killed a bunch of times and everyone avoided you thinking you were a demon," he rattled off and actually found himself wincing as he spoke it aloud, pity for the other boy welling up in him, "It must have been lonely and hard."

"....What...How do you..?" Gaara's voice came out in a whisper.

"Everyone in your village knows what happened to you basically, so anyone outside the village can get the information easily from their loose lips," Daiki responded, then crouched down to be eye level with the boy who had been too caught in the discussion to stand back up, "But see, despite your shitty dad, you're not actually alone, you still have siblings who love you, for all that they're absolutely terrified of you at the same time."

"Lies, those weaklings hate me." Gaara responded instantly.

"No, they don't," Daiki flatly replied, "At the very least, Temari doesn't hate you. If she hated you, she wouldn't have turned up at my room to scope me out and make threats after the first second round of the exams."

Well, he was embellishing a little. but he did know for a fact Temari loved her little brother and would give her life for him even now.

"...A weaking like Temari...threatened you?" Gaara's head tilted to the side, and he asked in a small voice, "But...you're so strong and powerful. You defeated me with ease and my sister is a gnat compared to me."

"Like I said, just because she's scared of you because you always threaten to kill her, doesn't mean she doesn't love you," Daiki replied, and leaned forward, laying his hand on the boys shoulder, "I mean, think back. Has there even been a time where your siblings treated you badly even before you went psycho murderer? Or was it all your father forcing them?"

Gaara looked away, unable to meet his eyes.

"For what it's worth, there's nothing wrong with hating the people who made your life hell," Daiki said in consolation, "But, blaming those who didn't, is just doing the same thing others did to you. And you clearly don't like it. Honestly, while I can't understand things from your view, since I willingly became a Jinchuuriki, I sympathize with you. And really, if you want to talk to someone about it, you should go find Naruto, because he was treated a lot like you growing up."

"The...blonde boy?" Gaara's non-existent eyebrows furrowed, "The one who said he has a demon...a bijuu as well?"

Hmm, so that did happen.

"Yup, and he's a whiny mess over it just like you," Daiki snorted, "I'll tell you the same thing I told him when I was teaching him how to use his power not long ago. Be proud of who and what you are. You should be, being a Jinchuuriki makes you inherently superior to normal ninja from the get go. And if you are proud of it and wear like an armour, it can never be used to hurt you. Don't brandish it like a sword."

Gaara did not reply, but a storm of emotion swirled in his teal eyes.

"Go home Gaara, spend some time with your siblings while you're a way from your father and for once in your life, make your own decisions." Daiki finished, standing back up.

As he did, Gaara slowly did so as well, "...I need to think." he said, before bringing his hands up into a single hand seal and disappearing in a swirl of sand.

As he left, Daiki rubbed his head and sighed in annoyance, "What the hell am I? The Jinchuuriki Therapist?" he groaned.

He could only hope Gaara did take his words to heart.

Because Naruto was far stronger than he was in the other timeline right now and could freely use the one tailed cloak thanks to him. Gaara might just die if they fought this time around.

...And even if they didn't, Daiki wouldn't be able to pull his punches the next time around.

Because he'd be slaughtering his way through every single invader that he saw during the invasion.