It is late in the evening and the sky is overcast. Nestled within a hilly area that bear the scars of conflict is a village made up entirely of shacks sloppily constructed from all sorts of wood and scrap sheet metal. Their creators are surviving instead of living as they all bear that ragged and haggard look about them.
Tsunade and Naruto are upon one of the hills overlooking it, except they are gazing out toward the sky with the crude village behind them. It is almost sunset, though the overcast sky of layered clouds hides it. Nearly two years have passed since the end of Fourth Shinobi World War, with complete victory going to ninjas like Tsunade and Naruto.
It was a full-fledge pyrrhic victory. Nearly every person the world over, along with virtually every ninja, had been killed by the wrath of the Ten-Tailed as it unleashed every sort of calamity that it could. Superstorms, earthquakes, megatsunamis, just to name a few, and all of them simultaneously. Not only humans suffered, but animals as well, with possibly one third of the world's species now extinct. Each and every community has been destroyed. A huge crater now covers the area where Konohagakure once was. The landscape has been distorted to the point that entirely new maps will need to be redrawn.
With the exception of Naruto and Tsunade, every ninja they ever knew is now dead. Not only those ninjas, but also all of the Summon Beasts and even the other Tailed Beasts from One through Nine were destroyed as well. Such was the price to pay for the complete destruction of the Ten-Tailed along with every other ninja on its side.
Tsunade on the other hand was never there to experience all this because she was accidentally sent elsewhere during the early days of that war.
"I wish you could understand the world that I was trapped within," Tsunade sighed sadly. "And yet I made some good friends there."
"You told me much about it, granny," Naruto answered.
"That I did. I've even been writing down those details in my spare time. It will be finished someday so that future generations may read about it."
"They'll probably think it's a fantasy story."
"That I have no doubts about . . . And yet, I feel that it must be something that should be recorded."
Tsunade's memories of that time takes her back . . .