It was over.

They had done it, everything they dreamed of.

Sasuke had been brought back to the village.

Sakura was Tsunade's successor.

Kakashi was finally at peace and had married a nice girl.

Kiba, Shino, and Hinata had all become very successful leaders of their clans.

Ino and Choji were Jonin sensei.

Shikamaru was now the Hokage's personal advisor.

Neji married Ten-Ten and they had triplet girls.

Rock Lee was a Jonin sensei and the Taijutsu master taught of the power of youth often.

The Akatsuki were defeated.

Madara was dead.

Orochimaru was ashes in the wind.

The great nations were at peace.

It was raining as a large group trekked through the Konoha forest. As they came upon a large ancient oak, you could see Leaf Village headbands adorning each of their cloaks. Under the shelter of the oak, the group came to a stop and removed their traveling attire. A variety of people were in the group, ranging from a pinkette kunoichi to a spandex clothed Shinobi. The traveling companions had somber expressions and if you looked at the base of the oaks trunk, you would too.

At the base of the massive tree was a grave marker.

The name would've shocked all that saw and knew it. At first it did, the possibility of death for the person it symbolized wasn't even considered possible. For this person death just didn't seem to be able to effect, it was a heartbreaking to find out they were wrong.

The honored shinobi that fought the last battle, the hero was dead.

Nothing would bring him back.

That day, was the day the sun disappeared behind the clouds.

That was the day the wars ended.

That battle decided peace would reign.

That person was the sacrifice.

That shinobi who brought peace to the elemental nations

The only ray of sunshine on earth disappeared that day.

This was that shinobi's grave.

Under an oak,

On a summer day,

Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze,

Died