“Why are you crying?” Sasuke interrupted with a bemused frown. I’ve been her punching bag the whole of yesterday! And guess what! I’m a jounin!” Naruto crowed, and continued rambling on. “Teme! Welcome back! It’s been ages you know. Blonde hair covered his vision for a while, before a teary face turned to look at him, a wide grin stretching across his whisker-marked cheeks. The startled shinobi saw a blur of orange before something-or rather, someone-hurtled into him. He met only three rogue ninja during his long trip after all. The shinobi world has been peaceful, the most peaceful it has ever been. You won in more ways than one,” he said, almost fondly, and watched as the blonde shinobi take off like a bullet through the trees, to greet his best friend. Kurama heard him anyway, and knew what he was talking about. “I dreamt that I lost,” he mumbled more to himself than to anyone else. Relief washed through him, and tears ran down his face again, following the tear tracks that were already there. He was in a clearing in a forest, lying on the side of Kurama. “The Uchiha brat of course! Your best friend! I don’t know why you’d leave the village to camp here overnight if you’re not going to be the first to greet him,” the demon fox replied. “Who?” Naruto asked, confused, his mind still clouded by the grief from. Then his eyes met a pair of fiery red ones. Naruto looked to his side, and saw reddish-orange fur. I’ve been trying to wake you up for some time, kid.”

The sky was a brilliant summer blue, with lazy clouds drifting in the wind. But now, there would be no more fighting.

In a clash of fists, they had understood each other so well. What was the pain, in losing your best friend? Knowing that your very hands were stained with his blood, having taken his life from him yourself? And he knew, with his death, Sasuke would have succeeded in cutting his strongest tie to his path. He failed.Īnd his best friend was going to be left in the darkness, alone, shouldering all the hate of the world by himself.īut what could he do? For all the Will he had, his body refused to move. He promised Sakura he’d bring the teme back. Where was he? Has he gone? Left? He promised. He could barely see a thing.īut he could hear his heartbeat, a faltering rhythm. He had hoped for rain, to wash away the heaviness, the ache, the pain. Thunder rolled overhead, lightning flashed. In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mineĪt the disgrace of a waste of a life.” -Kristin Cashore, Fire In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine

“While I was looking the other way your fire went out Does anyone feel the same as me? Because I know that there won’t be another manga that can ever replace Naruto.ĭisclaimer: I do not own Naruto and never will. And somehow, with the last chapter of a beloved manga that have gained a place in the hearts of so many people over the years, I feel like a part of my childhood has permanently ended. 10 years ago, my cousin introduced me to the manga and I fell in love with it. This is a oneshot tribute to the ending of our favourite manga, Naruto.ġ5 years ago, it began, the story of a lonely orphan kid with a fiery will. (Written and Posted on 6th November 2014, at ) Thank you, Kishimato, for bringing Sasuke home and returning a best friend to Naruto. A chapter closed on the story of the boy whose life has changed ours, in some way, big or small. Summary : Dedicated to the the wonderful manga that has ended. The Tale of the Utterly Gutsy Shinobi: End

The tale of the utterly gutsy shinobi