Naruto lay on the battlefield, a bloody stub where his right arm once was. Next to him was his recently reconciled best friend and rival Sasuke. The sky was red in mourning for the legions slain in battle; the victory gained that day hardly justified so many young lives. Naruto coughed and tasted the familiar taste of blood, but even so he smiled. Deep down inside he knew that he and Sasuke had won, they had stopped Madara and Kagura and saved the Sage of Six Paths. Soon however, his adrenaline and over-abundance of chakra began to wane, and Naruto felt every bit of abuse his body had taken in the last 72 hours. He would've writhed in pain, but his body no longer even had the energy to cry out.
Across the battle marred wasteland, two medical kunoichi rushed toward the pair of motionless shinobi, one with cherry blossom hair and one with scarlet. The pink haired one knelt over the body of Sasuke, tears streaming her face. She did what she could to save his life, but no matter how hard she tried she knew she could never heal all the wounds he suffered. Karin, the red headed girl, stood a few feet back looking at the mangled body of the boy who wanted to be Hokage. She felt deep down inside her, with all of her sensory abilities, the bright hope being produce by this one boy's soul. Something inside her broke that day, and she ran forward to his side and propped up his golden head. As Naruto's vision faded he remembered seeing red hair hanging in his face. It was lovely red hair, just like ba-chan's, such lovely red hair. Then Naruto's vision faded into black.