>"Naruto, you have no idea what secrets the Village has been keeping from you," Mizuki said.
>"N-No! Don't!" Iruka shouted.
>Not like this. Naruto can't find out this way.
>"12 years ago . . . you know about the Nine-Tails being killed by the Fourth Hokage?"
>Iruka couldn't move. Shurikenjutsu had always been Mizuki's specialty, and although he had missed Iruka's vitals, he pinned several chakra points and restricted Iruka's movements.
>Run, Naruto. Get away.
>The boy stood there, frozen, staring at the white haired Chunin, perhaps too shocked to properly understand everything he was hearing.
>But even as Iruka hoped Naruto would escape, a small part of him was feeling . . . what was it? A small sense of relief. A burden that had been weighing on him ever since the day he took the Academy Teacher position and Naruto became his student lifting.
>It wasn't right for Naruto to learn this way, but it wasn't right--
>--"Iruka sensei, can I have another bowl of ramen?"
>"What's that?" he said.
>"Hey, you promised me another round of ramen. As a graduation gift," Naruto said.
>They were sitting at Ichiraku Ramen. His treat. Two empty bowls were in front of Naruto and the smell of fresh pork filled the air as other civilians and Shinobi walked by into the night.
>That's right. It's over. Naruto is safe.
>They were no longer in the forest. Iruka's wound had been treated, Mizuki was in custody, and Naruto, amazing Naruto had defeated him with a forbidden Jutsu and a power Iruka had never seen before.
>He took a deep breath and considered his options. More importantly, he considered what he owed Naruto.
>"Naruto," Iruka said, turning to face his student.