The village of Konoha was busy, yet strangely tranquil, as Uzumaki Naruto entered its front gates. It was the atmosphere of a festival, with people partying in various pubs, and merchants selling their various wares along the dusty path that Naruto and his Sensei Orochimaru walked. Of course, they were disguised so that no one would be able to notice that two of the most infamous characters in Konoha history were simply walking among them…but there was still a slight feeling of apprehension surrounding Naruto…he wasn't afraid of being caught or unmasked, but he was afraid of what would happen if Orochimaru were to be discovered. Their plan allowed for no mistakes, and it was through this plan that Naruto was to gain his revenge upon Konoha.

Orochimaru had stopped at a small, unmarked apartment about halfway to the stadium, ostensibly to make sure that the other Jinchuuriki was ready. This stop was also to allow for Orochimaru and Naruto to transform into the Kazekage, and an ANBU member, respectively. This would allow Orochimaru to get close to the Hokage, and allow Naruto to get close to the crowd, so that when Kabuto unveiled his mass genjutsu, he could enact his part in the scheme. It was a brilliant plan…and he had expected nothing less from his Sensei. All that remained now was to head to the stadium, and wait. Naruto smiled underneath his ANBU mask…it was close now…the time was so close…he could hardly wait.

Naruto walked along the concrete causeway that was the Konoha stadium, silently scoping out his adversaries along the way. He could make out 8 other ANBU members among the crowd…one of which was Kabuto. They would be relatively easy to dispose of, once the action started. He also noticed a few other Chuunin and Jounin speckled among the spectators, but he assumed that they were simply there to watch the matches, and they wouldn't be a hassle. He walked up to where his assigned position was, and began to notice various Genin among the audience that he had gone to the Academy with. There was Kiba, Hinata, Chouji, Ino, Ten-ten…he stopped and let his gaze fall upon one Genin in particular. Haruno Sakura, the Pink Haired girl whom he had previously had affections for. He smiled under his mask…perhaps when this was all done with, he would take her with him, back with Orochimaru. She would be a good diversion to lighten up his training regimen, and maybe he could even…his thoughts stopped there as small fireworks began exploding overhead, and the Sandaime rose from his seat to give the opening address. He didn't pay much attention to it…after all, what use is there to listening to a dead man's words? He glanced towards the waiting area for all the Genin taking part in the exam itself, and recognized the two Konoha Genin standing among them. Shikamaru…he had been a friend of his during his Academy days, but after today, he would be a hunk of flesh laying on the ground for the vultures. He also recognized Shino…a very quiet and reserved Genin, whom he did not know very well. Eh, he'll die too, he decided. After all, isn't that the whole point of this thing? He smiled again. Yes, that was the point. That was HIS point.

The first match was relatively uneventful…a Hyuuga against some Un-named Sound Nin. One of Orochimaru's sacrifices…Orochimaru had specifically instructed his Ninja to lose in their matches, even if it meant their own deaths. He did not want to reveal his hand too early, and if the Sound Nin showed their actual power, it might invoke suspicion among the Konoha Ninja as to their real intentions. The match finished with little Ado…the Hyuuga had used his whirl, along with his 64 strikes of Divination to end the match rather quickly. The second match was just about as boring as the first…Shikamaru vs. a female Sand Nin…Shikamaru had won the fight, but opted to give up the match on the basis of his lack of Chakra. A smart move…as to be expected from Shikamaru…Naruto gripped the handrail tightly as the third match came up. It was to be the last match before the trap was sprung, and he had to be on his highest alertness to make sure nothing went wrong. It was Gaara, the other Jinchuuriki, versus his "rival", Uchiha Sasuke. Naruto chuckled at himself. Back at the academy, Sasuke has been the number one rookie of his class. Naruto had viewed him as a rival, despite the fact that he was last in the same class. But now the tables were turned. He was sure that Sasuke would be stronger now…after all, Orochimaru had acknowledged him enough to make him the primary candidate for his next container…but Naruto was still sure that he was stronger. No matter how strong you've become, Sasuke…you can't defeat a demon...you can't defeat ME. Naruto knew that he had specific orders not to kill Sasuke…but he still intended to defeat him soundly. After all, he wanted to show the villagers just how strong he had become, and what better way to do that, then to beat the last of the strongest clan Konoha had ever known.

Naruto was broken away from his thoughts, as he heard Sasuke activate his Chidori….a Jutsu that Orochimaru had told him about, and one that he had expected Sasuke to learn, and use, against Gaara. He smirked at the Uchiha from behind his mask. No matter how powerful Chidori was, he still could not beat a Demon…and Gaara was a demon as much as Naruto was. He watched the futile dance that Sasuke played out against Gaara's sand defense, and began preparations to being his part of the game. He slowly began fueling the tattoos that he had along his body with his own chakra, and this in turn prepared his body for the chakra to be released from the Kyuubi. The tattoos were specially designed by Orochimaru to center and focus the Kyuubi chakra, and aid in his eventual transformation. They were completely invisible until he funneled his own chakra into them, and that is when they were activated. They were conditioned with his own regular chakra, and then when his normal chakra reserve was depleted completely, the Kyuubi chakra would begin to flow effortlessly along his body, and enhance him to levels far greater than that of even a Hokage. It was an intense feeling, and it felt for a while like his chakra was being ripped out of him forcefully…but he knew this feeling too well to succumb to the pain. He continued flowing his chakra along the tattooed pathways, and began to feel the Kyuubi chakra that was sealed within him flow along the pathways as well. He was ready. He looked over at Kabuto, and gave his signal. He was ready. Kabuto nodded slightly, and formed a cascade of seals, readying his genjutsu to be released upon the crowd. Naruto began seeing people fall asleep before his eyes, and saw thousands of people simply slump forward, passed out, from the massive genjutsu that Kabuto had just unleashed.

However, not everyone was affected…most of the Chuunin, and all of the Jounin were able to dispel the affects before it got to them, and even a few of the Genin were able to dispel the effects. Naruto smiled again. Their actions were futile. He would show them just HOW futile they were. He threw off his ANBU disguise, and began calmly walking towards the spot where the Jounin and Chuunin were beginning to gather. One of them noticed him coming, and his eyes got wide with fear and trepidation…by now, Naruto was glowing with red chakra, and his tattoos had given him the appearance of a god of war…he was an impressive sight to behold for anyone. One of the Chuunin opened his mouth and warned the rest of the group to his presence. They all turned around and stared at him, mouths agape. Naruto smiled both inwardly and outwardly. They were acknowledging him.

He stopped for a moment, and simply stood there, gazing upon the hapless Chuunin and Jounin who were staring right back. Then, one of the Jounin, a younger specimen with white hair, and a forehead protector slumped slightly over one eye, pulled up his forehead protector to show a Sharingan. His mouth was obscured by a mask, however you could still tell when his lips were moving. He suddenly spoke out to Naruto, as the rest of the stadium fell mostly quiet. "Uzumaki…Naruto…you…you're with Orochimaru?" The question seemed to be a stupid one. He questioned whether or not he should simply charge in now, and answer their question with his power, rather than with words, but he figured he could stand to relish the situation a bit. "Hatake Kakashi. Orochimaru said that you would be one of the ones I would fight. He told me that you were a student under the Yondaime…my father." Kakashi seemed to be taken back by that statement, and Naruto allowed himself another satisfied smile. Orochimaru had told him almost a year ago who his parentage was…and this revelation had only served to polarize him further against the village he once called his home. His father had been cruel to him…he had sealed this demon in his OWN SON…so he would repay the village that his father loved so dearly with the same cruelty perpetrated upon him.

Kakashi began to speak, and Naruto decided that it would be the last time. "Your father was a great man…a man who worked to protect this village! You would betray his memory, his legacy, by helping in its destruction? Perhaps the people were right…maybe you ARE a monster!" Naruto flinched at that word, and the way in which it was used…then smiled ever so slightly. "I didn't used to be a monster. I was simply a kid, living my life. But I have changed. I am no longer a child, and I am no longer simply a human. I AM a monster. And I will show you to what lengths my father's legacy has gone to become the very thing you turned me into!" With that, Naruto began channeling more and more chakra into his body, and when he was satisfied that he had enough, he attacked.

With blinding speed, he moved to behind Kakashi, in the midst of the gathered Chuunin and Jounin, and let loose the ferocity of the Kyuubi. He lashed out with his fists and feet, knocking a few Ninja unconscious with every strike. He let the Kyuubi take partial control, as he laughed maniacally, and with malice in every breath. It was happening. Something he had waited for…this feeling…the revenge, the vengeance, and the raw and pure desire to kill…his emotions were overwhelming, and he simply allowed them to further fuel his rampage. With every strike he incapacitated or killed someone…his feet and fists were a flurry of anger and hatred, and his mind was a downward spiral of emotion. He relished this moment. He wondered what his father would say if he were here right now…he would probably call him a monster…he smiled again. He would be right.