"It looks like everyone has made it back to the village safely" Tsunade said, looking over at Shizune standing near the window, Tonton held in her arms as the Hokage exhaled heavily. A knock was heard on the door, making the woman's eyes dart towards it instantly. "Come in" she said, sitting up as Shizune turned towards the door.
Sakura walked in, and for once, she had this overwhelming positive air about her that brought a smile to Tsunade's face. "Well I see you seem to be in a good mood" the blond haired woman said to her student, watching how Sakura's face blushed lightly at the remark. "I'm just glad everything is going back to normal that's all" Sakura said, hiding the fact that she had finally told Naruto how she felt about him.
"Well I'm glad as well" Tsunade said with a smile. "Is there anything you needed Sakura?" Shizune asked the pinked haired young woman who clapped her hands together when she remembered what it was that made her want to come to the Hokage Mansion. "Oh yeah, do you know if Kakashi sensei is busy at the moment? We kind of need his help with setting up for the festival" Sakura said, but was only answered by saddened looks from Tsunade and Shizune.
"Is he…alright?" Sakura asked them. "Kakashi is still at the grave of Might Guy…" Shizune said sadly, looking down at the now saddened Tonton in her arms. "Might Guy's death is a huge hit to the village, but I'm afraid Kakashi took his death the worst" Tsunade said. Sakura's head lowered, remembering how Kakashi looked when he saw Guy fall to the ground.
Outside of the Hokage's Mansion, out near the Hero's Memorial Stone, Kakashi Hatake looked at the now longer list of deceased Leaf Village shinobi that were all killed in action. Most people who knew Kakashi knew him as the calm, cool and collected person who was difficult to figure out, even without the fact that majority of his face was covered.
He looked at the names, his eyes running over two very specific names over and over again as if they would vanish if he did so. Obito Uchiha…Might Guy…he lifted his hand up to the stone and ran shaky fingers over the names, feeling the engraved lettering under his fingers. Memories of both Obito and Guy swarmed and flooded his mind, and it was like he was reliving every single one of them with the two of them.
Might Guy, the hot blooded man who always claimed he and Kakashi were "Eternal Rivals" and would always challenge Kakashi to outrageous battles. Obito Uchiha, the problem child that people called a failure that became the hatred filled man who first sought the destruction of so many things and to unite the entire world under the Eternal Tsuykuyomi, and was changed when he battled Naruto.
It was almost too painful to believe it was real. More painful than when his eye was cut years ago…more painful than being hit by Zabuza Momochi's Guillotine Sword…far more painful than being trapped inside Itachi Uchiha's Tsuykuyomi…like an ever-lasting pain that not even the best medical ninja could heal…
He looked amongst the other names…more people who he felt he was close to that were now dead…Minato Namikaze…Jiraiya…Ren…Why was it so hard for him to accept the fact that they were gone? That it was pointless to simply wish things could have been different? They all fought…put their lives in danger…and yet here he stood the survivor while they were all left to rest…
He brought his hand up, pressing shaky cold fingers against his temple as his eyes changed from their normal charcoal black into a blood red color…with black swirl patterns in them…the Mangekyou Sharingan he received from Obito. The right eye from back then, after his eye was cut and Obito awakened his Sharingan, and soon ended up crushed under a boulder and gave to him as a gift for being a Jonin…and the left during the 4th Great Ninja War…
He held out his left hand, a small blue-greenish ball began swirling around in his palm as the wind around him began to blow…ever so gently. The Rasengan…the jutsu used by Jiraiya and Minato sensei, even the technique the Dynamic Entry that Might Guy once used…all residing within him…
Was he worthy…? Was he even good enough, worthy enough to have these within him? The small ball of wind died down, his eyes returning back to normal as he looked towards the sky…as if it held the answers to the questions…
Guy…Master Jiraiya…Minato Sensei…Obito…am I worthy enough to carry these with me…? Am I truly worthy of carrying on your wills and legacy?