The war was over. The Infinite Tsukuyomi was dispelled and all who were cast under its Genjutsu had long been freed. The dead were the only things left to collect, with thousands of dead soldiers from each great village left to loiter the ruined fields. The Fourth Great Ninja war resulted in the single most causalities out of any previous great Shinobi war. It would take several generations for even Konoha to muster the same military force it once had. The unrivaled military power that was once the Hidden Leaf was gone, as was the majority of Kumo's strength along with Kiri, Suna, Iwa, and dozens of other smaller villages and capitals. The era of the Ninja seemed almost extinct due to the lack of active Ninjas remaining. Many of the causalities of war were the result of Kaguya's Infinite Tsukuyomi, her ability to absorb their chakra whilst their imprisonment in her Genjutsu rendered them dead during her battle against Naruto and Sasuke. Those who lived to be freed had also perished due delayed medical attention. There were only so many Ninjas trained in the medical arts, and those who had survived the initial war against the White Zetsu Army were too exhausted to assist in any form of support. Thousands died from the war, and even more, died after it.
Konoha held a funeral for their dead roughly a week after the Genjutsu was dispelled and the war had officially ended. A force of roughly twenty-thousand went off to war, and only a fifth returned alive. Even less are still registered on active duty. The funeral had many names listed on the grave markers. The main grave-stone that had once held only a few hundred names now carries the burden of several thousand. Only Shinobi who died in the line of battle had their names engraved, civilian casualties would be buried in the Konoha Cemetery once their body was recovered in individual graves.
The war had taken its toll on society. Friends had died, senseis were was crippled, mentors were shells of their former selves, husbands; dead, wives; dead, fathers; dead, mothers; dead, as were cousins, uncles, aunts, nephews, nieces, acquaintances, shopkeepers, secret ANBU Shinobi, civilians, infants… The names were endless.
Naruto attended the funeral on his own accord. His attire was like what he wore when the old man had passed away, which consisted of a black long-sleeve along with black pants that had bandages wrapped around both shins, and finally, his Hitai-ate, or Forehead protector, dangled loosely around his neck. His wounds had not fully healed, his right eye was bandaged up to his forehead and he still suffered chakra exhaustion. The missing arm was noticeable as well, Tsunade had not yet finished developing a prosthetic arm, so the long-sleeve fell to his waist awkwardly. Naruto distanced himself from the core group of mourners. He noticed Sakura in the front row crying as she placed a white rose onto an unmarked grave. The ceremony hosted a large center stone which represented a grave for all those who had died in battle. The process of placing a white flower represented a thank you for their service.
As the service proceeded many Shinobi and citizens all gathered to place their flowers in remembrance of their loved ones who passed. Naruto silently watched as civilians and Shinobi passed one another and placed their flowers followed by a short sentence regarding their memory. As he watched it was as if he stood frozen in time, his mind wandered to the simpler times of his youth. He remembered the funeral for the Third Hokage. It seemed so similar compared to today. 'That boy crying in front of me is Konohamaru, and that old man over there is Jiraiya, and after this Iruka-Sensei is going to treat me to ramen.' Sadly, the reality was that Jiraiya was dead, Konohamaru had left to mourn at his family's estate, and the Ichiraku ramen stand had yet to be rebuilt since Pain destroyed the village.
Naruto hadn't moved a muscle from the start of the ceremony until roughly half-way through. He moved from his spot in the far back corner and made his way into the brush and trees that surrounded the cemetery. Naruto walked slowly, his left arm was in his pocket while his right was just a piece of cloth hanging from where his elbow joint once began. The pain from his missing arm had faded after the first day. His powers that he received from the Sage of Six Paths helped significantly with the healing process along with some help from Sakura.
After several paces the walk stopped abruptly, he had reached his destination which was a small grave on the outskirt of the cemetery hidden from public view. Naruto felt the pain once more. The pain wasn't due to his right arm missing. The pain wasn't due to his ability to sensory abilities sensing the pain of others. The pain he felt that gnawed at him so unforgivingly stood written in the stone that sat alone under a tree. A large rock surrounded by smaller pebbles with the engraved name of Sasuke Uchiha.