Holding his injured hand with the healthy one, Kakashi ran out under a heavy overcast sky. Scarcely had the man found himself in a large area of stone ruins when a biting wind made its way through his ragged clothes. However the copy ninja didn't notice the chilly air – his perception was focused on the two figures lying on the ground with no movements. Hatake had already known the answer, but he didn't want to believe it. As the sensei strode unsteadily toward Sasuke and Naruto, he saw that the blood on their bodies was clotted and dried. About the death of both his former students, there was no doubt.
The grief-stricken heart of Kakashi paused for just a second, but it was the longest second in his life ever. Forcing himself to breathe, the speechless teacher put his hands in the pockets and then looked up at the heavy sky. Even though it was full of gray-purple clouds, it didn't help. The man still blamed himself for being unable to hold Sasuke back from taking the revenge. Hatake reproved himself for not paying attention to the Naruto's promise to return Uchiha home even at the cost of Uzumaki's life.
Having clenched the feeble fists in the pockets, the shinobi glanced down at the bodies. They didn't kill each other – Kakashi was the one who killed both of them. The jounin murdered the two genins: the first one who had just wanted his family to be alive; and the second one who had a dream to become the Hokage.
Peering at the lifeless face of dead Naruto, the man remembered unquenchable enthusiasm and the inspiring speeches of the jinchuuriki. Having pulled his hands out of the pockets, the sensei slowly squatted down near the blond head. He dabbed at the Uzumaki's cheek, wiping the trickle of clotted blood off the cold skin with the fingers of the health hand. Kakashi had never told that the boy's predominant features exactly corresponded to Konoha's needs.
Suddenly a picture fell out of the ragged vest. When the image landed on the ground covered by small pieces of stones, the man saw that it was the photo of the Team Seven. After the Fourth Shinobi World War had begun, Kakashi always carried the picture. Looking at the battered image of the people he was closed to and whom he couldn't protect, Hatake made a decision.
He wasn't able to bring the whole Uchiha clan back to life; and it was unlikely that Sasuke would ever forget about his revenge. It was still possible to try to help Naruto's dream come true, though.
Having gone down on his knees near the jinchuuriki, silent Kakashi put his palms down on the genin's stomach. The teacher took a deep breath, remembering by his sharingan how Chiyo had been resuscitating Gaara. The biting wind got to the exhausted body after all. Feeling the cold, the shinobi observed how his shining palms were repeating the difficult technique. At the moment the man was praying that he would have the enough amount of chakra…
When Naruto's eyelashes fluttered, the copy ninja stopped freezing. The tender narrowed eye betrayed the gentle smile that is hidden behind the dark mask. Finally, after the long silence, Kakashi whispered, "I've missed you, Minato-sensei…"