Konohamaru
He had never really understood the whole…family pride thing.
His father and his uncle and his grandfather…all of them, each one, was full of so much pride and love and respect for the Sarutobi clan, but he never got why exactly his family was so special.
Sure, they were one of the strongest clans in the ninja world, sure, they had a hidden village that was part of their ancestral history, sure, they were one of the reasons Konoha was still around…but that didn't make them any better then anyone else, did it? It didn't make them better then Naruto, or better then Moegi, or better then anyone else who didn't have a clan or a name or a family to stand behind.
They were the Sarutobi. They were ninja. They were just like anyone else. He didn't understand why a name mattered, because in the end, it's just a name, isn't it?
But when Pein came and tried to destroy his world and his friends and his country, and when Pein held up his teacher and threatened his everything¸ Konohamaru felt his heart fill with something so close to ice, so close to wind and hail and screaming, ear chattering fire, he felt as though he finally understood the whole…family pride thing.
It wasn't so much pride in the family name, or the family history, or the family profession of ninja. It was deeper then that. Because being a Sarutobi didn't just mean you were ancient and powerful and loyal. It didn't just mean you were proud and knowledgeable and respected.
It meant you loved. It meant you cared. It meant you bloody well protected your friends and your family and your country – you bloody well protected them!
Because you are Sarutobi. And that is your way of ninja.
I'm a Genin of the Sarutobi clan named after this village! I am Konohamaru Sarutobi! And don't you forget it!"
