Six Months.
Six months since Sasuke last sparred against anyone.
Six months since Sakura had asked him out on a date.
Six months since Kakashi was late.
Six months since Lee wore green or cheered about the 'springtime of youth'.
Six months since Tsunade was sober.
Six months since Hinata has spoken or Shikamaru said 'Troublesome' or Chouji ate a barbeque chip.
Six months since Ichiraku closed down and Iruka was put in hospital on suicide watch.
Six months and two days since Sasuke, Sakura and Kakashi watched helplessly as Naruto Uzumaki's throat was sliced open with a poisoned kunai on another C-rank gone bad. Only this time it wasn't a powerful ninja opponent, it was a poor, starving bandit wanting nothing more than food and money.
Six months and one day since the council had refused to carve his name into the memorial stone because it was only a bandit that killed him.
Six months to the day since his funeral and Gaara had retired as Kazekage and moved to Konoha to grieve his fallen brother.
So how the hell were the remaining members of Team 7 watching Naruto make out with an incredibly sexy red head they didn't recognise?