Tears ran down the stony face of the Sandaime, leaking into every crevice, wrinkle, and recess.

Tears ran down the hard face of Tsunade, the face carved freshly- or at least, more freshly, than the Sandaime's.

Even the Yondaime cried, great streams of water gushed from his eyes, his nose, his hair.

I noted this as I refused to cry, myself. I looked at those faces, the five faces that governed Hokage with all of their heart, will, and mind.

I was the last Sarutobi.

My eyes itched, perilously close to watering as I stared at the coffin of my uncle, my friend, the last relative I had.

That's all gone now.

First, that damned snake-bastard killed my grandfather.

Wait, that wasn't it.

First, I killed my mother while being born.

Second, my father died on a mission from hell.

Third was the one when my grandfather died by Snake-teme's hand.

And now, my uncle was torn away from me.

I trembled. The cold raindrops soaked into my black funeral clothing and stayed there, becoming a miserable bath. Balling my hands into fists, I bowed my head.

I had cried when Father died.

I had cried when my grandfather died.

I was too old to cry now. I was a ninja of the Leaf.

Comforting warmth was placed on my left shoulder. Rubbing my nose quickly, I turned my head to peer through my matted hair.

Naruto?

I saw the Boss smile slightly, tiredly. His blond hair was flat, for once, against his head. He had gotten taller, since he was gone.

It was odd to see the Big Boss in something other than orange.

"Konohamaru…" Boss said, softly, quietly, complete opposites from his normal self.

I peered out the sides of my eyes. Only Uncle's old team, Kurenai, and us were still here.

"Let's go get some RAMEN!" Boss yelled, excitedly, and dragged me off, away from my uncle.

I saw a faint smile flicker on that pineapple-headed boy, Shikamaru's face before he squished his face into a grimace to breathe in a cigarette. Uncle's brand.

I saw rain mix with tears down Kurenai's face. The same with that blonde Ino. Chouji-fatso was, for once, not eating his ever-present potato chips. He was eating low-fat baked crackers.

For one, brief, brief moment, I thought I saw my grandfather's stone face flicker to life. Then, I was dragged along by Naruto.

"Goodbye, Uncle Asuma." I whispered, my voice blending in to the smacking of the Boss's sandals against the wet cobble stoned street.

"I'll make you proud."