But when is it really over for the hero?
Naruto awoke slowly, letting his eyes adjust to the light before cracking them open. And then he can't stop smiling, because standing not ten feet away are every person he's ever loved or grown to respect.
Jiraiya, smirking at him and rubbing his chin. Old man Sarutobi, smiling at him proudly with his son. Obito, who's frowning a bit, but is still happy to see him. Nagato and Konan, who relieve him by not pulling any weapons on him in retribution. Itachi, giving him a stoic nod of approval. And of course, there are the two people he's looking for more than anybody else.
Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki, standing together and smiling at him with proud grins. His heart fills up like a balloon, and he knows that he's finally, finally at the end.
And then Kushina ruins it by very succintly saying. "You're fucked."
Naruto can almost hear somebody take a pin to his poor heart. It doesn't help that everybody's smirking like they know something he doesn't, and something is going to hurt very, very much.
"What your mother means to say," his father speaks up, his voice ringing with supressed laughter, "is that she loves you very much, and you're forgetting that Chiyo of Suna had a brother who agreed to fight in the Great War."
Naruto's normally dense mind makes the connection in seconds.
He blinks and then opens his eyes to look up at the demonically furious faces of both Sakura and Hinata. And then his eyes trail down to see fists wreathed in blue and green.
Naruto screws up his second attempt at famous last words.
"I'm fucked."