Naruto's mind seemed to blank when Kakashi flat out told him, his eyes wide as he stared at him, but not really seeing him. How the hell was he supposed to take this? He'd learnt of his master and godfather's death the day prior, and now he was being told his teacher had died, as well. By the hand of the same man, no less.

He couldn't even separate his emotions, feeling a rage and hurt he hadn't in a long time. All of this gathered together and gave him the urge to destroy everything in sight. His fists clenched, he grit his teeth and with a roar he kicked at the table in front of him hard enough for it to skid on the ground and for some plants to fall over. He didn't even notice them falling at his feet, his eyes filling with tears and kicking the table hard again, enough that he could've harmed himself in the process.

He could do nothing but yell and swear and seemingly keep trying to break the table in half with his kicks. He'd lost his master and now his teacher, he'd be seeing their deaths and he hadn't been able to stop either of them. It didn't matter that they were here now; it didn't change anything to the fact that they'd died. Both of them he'd considered as being part of his family and losing him felt like tearing a part of himself away.