Naruto continued slowly, "Since he's always been my little follower, and we were close once, I won't wipe them out completely. I won't let the Sarutobi Clan's line die out."
"Ninety-nine percent of their clan will pay for what they did back then and repay everything they owe."
"The handful left will become rogue ninja, forbidden from returning to the village for all eternity."
As those words fell, the sheer cruelty behind them became unmistakable.
The Sarutobi Clan was one of Konoha's oldest and most prestigious clans. From the First Hokage's era to the present, its members had held high office for generations, enjoying decades of glory as a Hokage's family respected by all.
Yet in the end, Konohamaru-the Third's grandson, a junior Naruto had personally taught-would be the one to bury his clan's glory with his own hands.
The once-glorious Hokage's clan would end with almost all its members slaughtered, its survivors reduced to rogue ninja, forever burdened by infamy.
Its illustrious name would be destroyed overnight.
That was a hundred, a thousand times crueler than simply killing every last one of them.
Sasuke couldn't help chuckling as he shook his head. "Naruto, you've really learned how to kill someone and crush their spirit too."
"What else would I do?" Naruto smiled openly, a hint of mocking coldness in his eyes. "That old bastard, the Third, valued his reputation and legacy above all else."
"He had Orochimaru to thank for letting him go out as a hero."
"Now I'll have the clan he protected all his life, the clan he took such pride in, destroyed by his own grandson, with the survivors becoming rogue ninja whose names will stink for ages."
"The great Third Hokage's clansmen, reduced to rogue ninja despised throughout the Shinobi World, living their entire lives