Naruto Uzumaki lay on the "head" of his father and looked down at the result of his many years of effort, at his beloved village, to which he devoted his whole life.
Today seems to be an ordinary day, but the inhabitants of this village believed that this was the best day of the year and every year the whole village was consumed in a frantic celebration. The festival was organized, it was possible to take part in various competitions and at the end of the day enjoy the grandiose salute. All this was dedicated to the birth of a man who saved the whole world and became the 7th Hokage.
Now he was just lying and waiting for the night sky to be lit by the bright lights of fireworks. There was a sharp whistle, and then the sky was decorated with beautiful patterns of fiery petals of salute, with each new volley new amazing drawings appeared in the sky, they disappeared and changed ...
Naruto smiled, finally this day, a hard day for him ended and that 100 years lived were not in vain. He simply lies, enjoying a beautiful salute, and a wonderful evening. A warm wind blew his body with his light breath. The evening was awesome just wanted to lie down and remember those days when you were young and the whole world was so huge and so mysterious for you, and now ...
The cold wind touched him, returning from the realm of fantasy to the real world, and Naruto realized that this day had come. He looked at the sky for the last time trying to remember it, closed his eyes and whispered: "Finally, I will see you."
Naruto felt weightlessness, as if his body had lost weight, and just soared upwards. He flew until he felt the pain of a collision with something heavy, the body regained weight.
- Strange, does the dead feel pain? And why do I have such a strange feeling of weakness all over my body? - Naruto opened his eyes and saw - the same night sky, stars, red moon ...
- Red Moon? - Naruto rose abruptly, felt weak, began to stagger and fell. He looked around and saw a giant tree, on top of which a flower bloomed, large branches stretching in different directions on each of which hung white cocons.
- It can not be ! Was it all that I saw was an illusion and the world was just a dream? But when? Did I still fall under the influence of the Eternal Tsukuyami? Heck! - Naruto wanted to punch his fist on the ground, but the blow was not stronger than a simple friendly cotton on the shoulder of a comrade. The force that he always had, just disappeared, he looked at his hands - his skin tightly covered the bones, it seemed that he had no muscles at all, he did not feel the strength in his legs, they just lay on their own.
The guy was in despair and did not notice how someone came up to him and put his hand on his shoulder. Naruto turned and saw that an unfamiliar man with long dark hair was standing next to him, very pale sunken cheeks, eyes lacking strength, thin arms, that one could see bones. He was also barely able to stand on his feet and was holding onto Naruto's shoulder more than on his feet. The guy looked at him trying to remember who it was, in him it was possible to catch the image of someone familiar.
- Uchiha Madara! A thought flashed through, and exactly that Madara, the founder of Konoha and the Uchiha clan, was standing in front of him. At first, the guy wanted to break free and try to attack, but he realized that Madara, like him, had no strength and that he could not do anything.
Meanwhile, while Naruto was in shock and wondered what to do, Madara took a couple of slow steps and sat down next to Naruto at the root of the tree. He also looked at the guy, realized that they were in the same deplorable state, and decided to speak first.
- Well, we are both in dire condition and I can say that we are doomed, so I suggest that before they kill us just to talk? —Madara paused and looked at his interlocutor, trying to understand whether he agreed to speak and continued.
"Perhaps you are surprised. I, too, am a person and feel the feelings and the image of a ruthless murder machine - the result of despair and the realization that peace cannot be all this just a fairy tale that we are told by people who start wars to create the world.
"They are greedy and heartless, but I understand them because I myself became so, and the thirst for power just killed me, swallowed me completely, and it came to that for her, I killed my brother and took his eyes. Do you think that I started this war in order to become the most important and decide the fate of people? I just wanted to make this world better, to stop wars, but even after I was resurrected, I realized that wars continue and that they can only be stopped by radical methods. And in this ingenious plan, which I thought I had invented and realized, I was just a miserable pawn, just a good tool in the hands of someone. And I realized that strength, the desire to be strong should be aimed not at raising the level of one's own egoism, but for vain, but still trying to achieve peace ...
Madara was silent, he continued to look nowhere, not paying attention to the reaction of Naruto, a couple of times in the midst of his his monologue, he clenched his fists and beat them to the root of the tree, but after that he continued to look somewhere far away where the dawn would never come again.
- For the sake of peace, people are ready for everything and we can't do anything about it. Being under gendzyutsu, I realized that everyone sees the world without wars in their own way and that everyone has their own methods of achieving it. I can not speak as eloquently as you Madara, but people I know have shown me what they are ready for the sake of peace. They also understood that it was difficult, but they continued to fight Nagato, the Perverted hermit, Itachi.
- Itachi completely cut out his clan, he killed his parents, relatives for the sake of the world, but he did not kill his younger brother. He made him believe that killing the entire clan — a barrier to power, but in fact he simply prevented the outbreak of a civil war in the village. And all his life he was considered a traitor and was an outcast, but still he continued to bear the burden and waited for his younger brother to grow up and kill him, punishing him for treason and clear the name of the Uchiha clan.
- Uchiha ?! So my clan no longer exists, perhaps for the better, although it is all the same. And the existence of any clan at the moment does not matter.
"Well, Uzumaki Naruto must admit that you are a worthy warrior, only you and Hashirama were real people, strong in spirit and physically, who continued to believe in a better future, so before I die, I want to shake your hand." Madara held out his hand and Naruto shook it.
- Mom, two small defenseless chicks fell out of the nest, can we help them? - Said the black jetsu
- Of course, Mommy always helps her children.
The white figure of a woman with three eyes slowly flew through the air and she flew quietly to Naruto and Madara. She found them when one of them, or rather a blond, was talking animatedly. She decided to wait and see what happens next. She saw Madara stretching out her hand to the blond and after a couple of seconds she shakes her. She wanted to attack them imperceptibly this time, but one of them with long hair like a hedgehog raised his head and said:
- Well, the time for dancing is over, it's time to close your eyes for eternal sleep ...