A Trio Brawl? No, a Beatdown for Gaara

Gaara, Kankurō, and Temari.

Three siblings with vastly different personalities.

After hearing their introductions, Qi Hai had a pretty good idea of their dynamic.

"Alright, you're all so full of energy—I'm really looking forward to today's training!" Qi Hai said with a bright smile.

"Training?" Kankurō asked eagerly. "Qi Hai-sensei, do you know how to use puppet techniques?"

Qi Hai froze for a moment, his expression awkward. "Uh… nope."

Temari's eyes lit up. "Do you know any A-rank wind release jutsu?"

Scratching his head, Qi Hai replied, "That's a no as well."

The atmosphere grew tense. Temari and Kankurō exchanged defeated glances, while Gaara stood there with his usual cold indifference.

"Don't tell me…" Temari muttered in frustration, "we're going to be stuck practicing kunai techniques?"

Kunai.

A versatile ninja tool. In skilled hands, it could perform miracles—like carrying explosive tags for makeshift fireworks or even pulling off devastating combos like "Thousand Years of Death" (which, paired with a kunai, was practically an S-rank jutsu).

Legend had it that even the infamous Danzo Shimura once used a kunai to pierce the mighty Susano'o.

But Qi Hai? His mastery of ninja tools… let's just say it was "on par" with Jiraiya's youthful attempts: throw wildly and hope for the best.

Sensing his students' judging gazes, Qi Hai's face turned red. He decided to stop letting them control the conversation.

Clearing his throat, he declared loudly: *"Alright, no more talking. Let's start with our first training exercise—*a three-way free-for-all!"

"Wait, what?"

"You heard me," Qi Hai said. "The three of you will brawl it out. I'll be observing."

Temari and Kankurō furrowed their brows. They knew this wasn't going to end well.

Kankurō was especially nervous. Was he really expected to fight Gaara? Fighting Gaara was as good as signing his own death warrant!

Still, after seeing Qi Hai's display of power at the jōnin ceremony, they dared not disobey. Begrudgingly, the three took their positions, forming a triangle.

Gaara, true to his nature, wasted no time.

"Sand Drizzle!"

Sharp spears of sand formed around him and shot toward Temari and Kankurō.

The siblings exchanged a quick glance. Without saying a word, they reached a silent agreement: "This guy's insane—let's team up and take him down first!"

"Dodge!"

Both Temari and Kankurō rolled out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding Gaara's attack.

But Gaara wasn't done. His follow-up came swiftly:

"Sand Coffin!"

Two tendrils of sand shot toward the siblings, twisting and turning like serpents.

Temari wiped sweat from her forehead and unfurled her fan. Opening it to two stars, she unleashed her first counterattack:

"Wind Scythe!"

The violent gusts sliced through the sand tendrils, breaking them apart.

"Gaara, you're going too far!" Temari shouted, her voice tinged with both frustration and fear.

From a distance, Kankurō's voice cried out: "Ahhhhhh!"

Temari turned her head sharply, only to see Kankurō struggling. Two massive hands of sand had emerged from the ground, wrapping around him like snakes. The sand crept higher and higher, trapping him in a suffocating grip.

Kankurō's heart raced. He knew what came next:

"Sand Burial!"

But Gaara wasn't interested in playing along this time. His lip curled in disdain.

"Pathetic," he muttered, releasing the sand before it could crush Kankurō.

The sand fell away, revealing… a puppet?

"Gotcha!"

The real Kankurō stepped out from behind a rock, smirking. The sand had ensnared his puppet, Crow, not him.

Gaara's expression didn't change, but his voice was cold. "Useless trash."

Their childhood had been anything but happy. Kankurō had often antagonized Gaara when they were younger, a mistake he deeply regretted.

Now, Gaara viewed him as nothing more than a target for revenge—a "weakling unworthy of being called a brother."

Seeing the murderous intent in Gaara's eyes, Temari tightened her grip on her fan. She glanced toward Qi Hai, hoping he'd step in to stop the fight.

But Qi Hai just stood there, smiling calmly, showing no intention of interfering.

"Fine," Temari muttered under her breath.

She opened her fan to reveal its third star—a sign she was using her full power.

The third star allowed her to perform high-level wind release techniques.

Nearby, Kankurō adjusted the chakra threads on his puppet, preparing for another move.

"Black Secret Technique: Poison Fang!"

Crow's mouth shot out a needle coated with Kankurō's signature poison.

The needle flew with precision—only to embed itself harmlessly in Gaara's Sand Armor.

As expected, the attack had no effect.

"Black Secret Technique: Kunai Barrage!"

"Black Secret Technique: Poison Darts!"

"Black Secret Technique: Hidden Blade!"

Kankurō unleashed a flurry of attacks, firing kunai, needles, and blades from Crow's many compartments.

Gaara remained calm, his sand shield effortlessly blocking every attack.

But Kankurō wasn't done. His relentless barrage forced Gaara to close every gap in his defense, fully encasing himself in his Sand Sphere.

Meanwhile, Temari had circled around behind Gaara.

"Wind Release: Great Sickle Weasel Technique!"

A powerful, sustained wind attack swept toward the sand sphere, creating countless vacuum blades.

Temari's strategy was clear: give Gaara no breathing room.

Inside the sand sphere, Gaara's body trembled—not from fear, but from excitement.

He loved this feeling: the thrill of crushing weaklings underfoot, watching them struggle in vain.

"It's no use," Temari muttered, panting. "My chakra's running out…"

Kankurō, also exhausted, used Crow to probe Gaara's defenses one last time.

But Gaara's third eye—a sand construct used for reconnaissance—was watching them both from above.

As the attacks subsided, Gaara's sand armor spread across his body like a second skin. Slowly, the sand sphere dissolved, revealing his twisted grin.

"I'll kill you," he growled, his gaze fixed solely on Kankurō.

Despite Temari's relentless assault, Gaara's wrath was directed entirely at his brother.