This is what Naruto wore during the war. Thank you.

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The medical ninja looked on the scene in awe as they saw the wrecked battlefield. Whoever had fought here had put up one hell of a fight. As they saw the group laying on the middle of the clearing they ran over to see if any were still alive. They felt for a pulse in all of them.

"I've got one." One of them yelled, ushering the others over to him. "And two more. They're in critical condition though. They need medical attention immediately."

The others quickly felt for the pulses and once they had found them, they lifted the three into stretchers and carried them to the makeshift hospital close by. They could at least try to patch the three of them up enough to keep them alive for the time being. It would be crude, but it would work.

"We made it just in time. Any later and they would have been done for." One of them said as they ran to the tent. The others nodded in agreement and sped their pace. They had no time to lose.

Once they reached the tent they called out.

"We have top priority cases here. They need medical attention, stat." They yelled before setting him on the ground and continuing their search for the living.

It was a long and tedious process, but in the end, they had found a way to stabilize all of them. After healing up, they may even be able to continue their duties as ninja.

The body of Naruto Uzumaki was nowhere to be found.

After stabilizing Kakashi, the medical ninja moved to other, higher priority, ninja as he was delivered to the actual hospital for observation. He would be out for a while, and he would just get in the way in the makeshift medical base.

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Two months later the memorial service was held. It was a sunny day, much too happy for such a sad occasion, but everyone knew that was the only way she would have wanted it. In a way the sun resembled her today, just like every other day. Trying her hardest to cheer everyone up, even if it seemed they were in a perpetual inescapable ditch of sadness. They knew she would try her hardest to cheer them up. It was almost like she had been watching. The girl who had saved them all.

Everyone who had died had a photo placed out for them. One photo, higher than the rest, sat in the middle. It was a picture of Naruto Uzumaki. Everyone had decided it was her that put the most effort into the war. It was her who had ended it. She was the one who had protected them all with the power they had shunned her for. The power top the nine tailed fox.

Kakashi had insisted on coming to the service, though he left halfway through, not being able to look upon the beaming face of the one he loved without breaking his composure. The fact that he had been forced to watch his other students almost be killed didn't help either. He felt like he had failed as their sensei.

Kakashi had nightmares about that day for months after the funeral.

The whole town was still in ruins, and everyone who was able had to help. Although Kakashi spent most of his time at the cemetery, he still did as much work as he could in town. The doctors were trying to tell him not to work himself into the ground, that a dead shinobi was no good to anyone.

He tried to remember the words Iruka had said on the day of the Third Hokage's death. He tried to live by them, but it got harder every day. He tried to imagine life without Naruto, life without a sun to shine down on you, and he couldn't imagine anything but hell.

He almost cried as he realized he had lost her twice. His sunshine had gone twice, and this time he wasn't getting her back again. No matter how many times she stated at her picture, remembered her voice, imagined the way he felt when she held his hand, it was never good enough. He would never feel the warmth of her hand in his again. He couldn't cry though. She would want him to fix the village. She would want him to continue to help everyone around him. She would push him to do his best and help others. So he didn't cry, not once.

Nothing would bring her back, and he would get no second chances this time. He knew that nothing would bring her back, so he didn't wish for the impossible. He held it inside as he put on a smile and helped.

The villagers looked on him in pity and sorrow. They saw the brave look on his face and realized he was hiding everything he felt. They realized that if he could be strong, so could they. So they built, and worked, and continued to try their hardest until the village was built again.

Maybe it was the Will of Fire that fueled them, or maybe it was the will of a broken-hearted man trying his best. Either way, the village was almost whole once again.

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