He hated the fact that they would let someone go on a suicide mission without even /trying/ to find another solution. He hated it even more when he realised why such a decision had been made.
Because they were afraid.
Because it was the easiest way.
Because the sacrifice was /willing./
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/To hell with that,/ Naruto thought, and chased after his idiot of a sensei.
He wasn't afraid of anything – neither the enemy's impossible strength, nor the consequences of committing treason – except failure. Because it was Kakashi's /life/ at stake.
It was hell difficult, it was impractical, and it was a risk that no responsible shinobi should take. He didn't care, because it was /wrong/ and...
And he didn't want Konoha – his Konoha, /their/ Konoha – to be built on death and sacrifice.
He wanted his home to be built on the bonds and hopes and dreams they all shared.
Naruto had people to protect and ideals to fight for. He would throw his life in against the odds if it was necessary. They all would, he knew.
But he wouldn't allow it as long as there was another way.