Even as the smoke began to white out his field of vision, Gaara continued to give Gokudera the same impassive, detached expression. As far as Gaara was concerned, the fool wouldn't even be able to leave a scratch. Under the cover of the smoke, the sand continued to casually ripple around Gaara's feet. How long would it take this idiot to learn anything he could throw at Gaara would be futile? A few minutes, if he were smart. Gaara had no reason to give this one the benefit of the doubt.

"Is that all?"