Agung knew he had to tread carefully. He couldn't just blurt out "The village ostracized you because you contain the Nine-Tails!" That would break the fundamental rules of the hub and likely shatter the boy's already fragile psyche.
He needed to pivot the question from the teacher's lesson to the village's behavior, using the same core philosophical structure.
Naruto, still buzzing with his newfound understanding of the bell test, was ready to leave. He picked up the smooth river stone Agung had placed on the counter—the mandated payment, a small, meaningless token of his world's natural resources—and tucked it into his pouch.
"I'm ready, Agung-san! Thank you for the Nasi Goreng! It was the best ever, believe it!"
Agung held up a hand, his gaze thoughtful and serious. He knew this second question was the truly painful one, the one that touched the core tragedy of Naruto's childhood.
"Wait, Naruto. You answered my question about your teacher perfectly. You understood the difference between a harsh test and true malice. But I want to ask you the same question again, on a much larger scale. Think about the entire village you love so much."
Agung leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial, yet grave, tone.
"What if the one who helps you—the very place you protect, the very community that raises you—is the same one that made you suffer? What would you do if your entire world treated you like an outcast, yet simultaneously relied on you for its safety and future?"
Agung's eyes held a deep, empathetic sadness. "Think about all the people who shun you, who call you names, who deny you a fair chance. And now, think about the people—the Hokage, the few who do smile—who are trying to teach you, train you, and rely on your innate power for protection."
He tapped the counter lightly. "They cause your suffering through their fear and their isolation, but they also hold the keys to your destiny. If the village itself is the source of both your loneliness and your hope… how do you resolve that conflict in your heart? Do you hate them for the suffering, or do you fight for them because of the help?"
This was the true test, the meta-narrative of Naruto's existence. The simple, kind chef was asking the nine-year-old child to weigh the overwhelming pain of ostracism against the fundamental belief in community and his dream.