He stared, blinking rapidly as if this was some sort of a hallucination.

He knew, he knew.. And there was no turning back.

He was Naruto Uzumaki. THE Naruto Uzumaki. The one who left all those years and everyone thought he was dead.

They all betrayed him. Oh how he would love to see Konoha at his feet now, begging for forgiveness.

Everyone treated him like trash, even the Hokage hated him personally, for killing Dan and Nawaki. But he didn't kill them.. The Kyuubi did..

But now he knew the truth.. He loathed ever coming back.. to that awful, pitiful excuse for a village.

Naruto/Kimido fell in silence, as he hung his head low. The masked man watched with analyzing eyes.

"You knew the truth of the village, don't you?" He murmured, receiving a slight nod from Naruto.

"I was the same.. No one knew Kakashi killed his own teammate." Naruto looked at him with sympathy.

"All that bullshit about teamwork.. When he killed his own teammate...?" Naruto silently spat with a hint of rage.

The masked man looked up at him, his single eye narrowed. But he quickly recovered and made a gesture.

"Come on, let's go back.. I'm expecting some news from Nagato." Naruto nodded but inside was excited. He had never met the man, in his actual form.