And the moment Naruto appeared.
The Konoha Jonin in the camp all wore complicated expressions, each to a different degree. There was confusion, resentment, anger, and bewilderment. After all, compared to the other villages' shinobi, Konoha had the most complicated feelings about Naruto, Neji, Sasuke, and the others. Just look at who these three were: one was the son of the Fourth Hokage, one was a descendant of the Uchiha, one of the two great clans that founded Konohagakure, and the other was a member of the most powerful clan in Konoha today. From that perspective alone, all three should have been pillars of Konohagakure.
Yet now, they had each become Konoha's greatest enemies.
It had to be said: this was an deeply ironic reality.
But it was also only to be expected.
So what if he was the son of the Fourth Hokage?
So what if he was a descendant of one of the clans that founded Konohagakure?
Everything Naruto and Sasuke had endured in their childhoods.
The secrets behind it all.
By this point.
The Konoha Jonin had learned at least some of the truth.
Shikaku, in particular, had more or less uncovered the whole truth about what happened back then, including the tragedy of the Uchiha Clan Massacre. That was precisely why any Konoha shinobi with even a shred of conscience would feel at least some guilt and regret when facing Naruto, Sasuke, and the others. To claim otherwise would be a lie. But guilt was one thing, hatred another. They were two different matters. That was why the Konoha Jonin were feeling so conflicted at that moment.
Because the reality before them was this:
Most of their comrades and companions had died at Naruto, Neji, and Sasuke's hands.
And the village they and their clans depended