Rage boils inside of me as I watch Konohamaru being choked by the pudgy yet tall man in front of me. The man has a chubby face with lips resembling those of a fish. Purple paint is smeared over his face outlining his eyes, mouth and cheeks. His horrendous taste in fashion and his crude demeanour makes him outright detestable. I feel my hand unconsciously reach for a kunai. However, as I watch him and his blonde sister I feel as if someone is judging our movements. I glance towards a tree close by and see HIM.His name is Gaara, he is the Kazekage's son and also a jinchuuriki like me. His hair is blood red and his sharp eyes are a pale shade of aqua. As soon as I see him I realise that I can't help out. He would discover my true identity if I did. So, I lay low. Even if Sasuke is going to gain all the credit, I don't care. As long as no one sees past my mask I am fine being an idiotic, ramen-loving dunce. So I wait, waiting for Sasuke to throw the rock in his hand and stop the scene in front of me.

*Author's Note*: Sorry for the short chapter, I'll try to lengthen it next time.