After placing Kazuma under a genjutsu, Naruto looked at the anguished Sora and sighed. He walked up to him and said, "I know you're hurting and grieving right now, but I just want to tell you that even though life doesn't always go your way, you still have to find the courage to keep living. You're not the only one who's different. Raise your fist and bump it against mine. Then you'll know what choice to make and which path to take from here. But let me remind you again: whatever you decide, don't regret it. There's no undoing things in this world, so whatever comes your way, face it with courage."
Naruto clenched his fist and held it out to Sora, his eyes filled with sincerity. He knew Sora would believe him and bump fists with him. Although Sora wasn't a jinchuriki, he had suffered the same way one did, so he would understand Naruto. Every jinchuriki could see the truth in another person's eyes.
Sure enough, after a moment of hesitation, Sora bumped fists with Naruto. He saw Naruto as a child, a boy everyone looked down on, a boy who couldn't even afford a bowl of ramen. Every day, he had to go into the mountains to catch fish and rabbits. He had learned to roast meat at a tender age, and because he didn't even have salt, he could only drizzle rabbit blood over the meat. At least that gave it a little saltiness, so it wasn't completely tasteless.
After seeing Naruto's childhood and thinking back on his own, Sora suddenly felt that he had been far more fortunate. He, too, was an orphan, and people had discriminated against him, but at least he had been well fed and clothed. Compared with Naruto, he had been