After the war is over, the dust settled, the dead buried or burned, and the survivors are left to mourn, to rebuild and to grow around the adversities like they always do, he's left there, down a limb, and with a whole new set of expectations on his shoulders.
That thing with Sasuke is finally, finally, sorted out, at least to an extent where he fulfilled the promise he made those years ago.
While the ninja world came together to pull off a last stand against an overly powerful enemy no one mere shinobi could face on their own, the divides that were ingrained began to drive their coalition apart.
This was the peace that Nagato, that Jiraiya had sought. The peace that, by human nature should by no rights be attainable, but it was successful and they dealt with an alien goddess more than ten times as powerful than even the strongest regular shinobi.
That much was true, but what the spy networks reported and conspiracy theories that had started coming through the grapevine lately, it had him concerned that the shinobi world has far from seen the last of Kagura's kind.
And with that bite of information, and finally being on the road to recovery himself, Naruto found that his ambitions were changing.
He was already acknowledged by Konoha for his accomplishments, and maybe the dream of the Hokage's hat was what fueled him through training and then the Akatsuki fights, and Taka fights, the prelude to the war and the war against Kagura; was he the type that could handle that responsibility, of leading a small military force, when he was little more than a genin, in spite of what he had been through?
Food for thought, along with finding joy in learning, in teaching.
There was much that had to be done in terms of his future, that he was certain but now he knew he had friends and family to have his back.
Now, how to use chopsticks effectively with one hand and no balancing arm…