Kabuto
It was such irony that everyone around him was blind to truth while he, Kabuto, wore glasses and could see it all.
The hatred. The jealousy. The chaos. The war crawling under Konoha's dirty, sinful surface just waiting for someone to scratch the skin so it could come out and destroy them all.
He could see the Uchiha's waiting patiently to attack the Hokage. He could see the Inuzuka's dwindled pack loyal to no one else but each other, the Aburame fighting amongst themselves. He knew about Kakashi's insanity and Gai's pain and Kurenai's fear and Asuma's love.
He could see everything.
And he was disgusted.
People told him he was a traitor to go to Orochimaru. The man was a monster, murdering and pilfering and lying and stealing; cheating and torturing and breaking and destroying.
But they were blind and Kabuto was not. He knew that, in the end, Konoha and Orochimaru were the same – with one vital difference.
At least Orochimaru admitted he was a soulless, cruel monster.