The dim yellow streetlights barely lit the street. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to walk into your heart…
The rain poured all night. We're so close, yet you still can't clearly see my tears…
"I really can't stand this anymore! This feeling is too damn shameful—someone kill me already!"
Deidara twisted and turned with the rhythm of the music, his body moving despite his loud protests.
Even though he complained non-stop, his body betrayed him, completely immersed in the beat.
"Deidara, stop whining. We're all in the same boat," Sasori said helplessly, his expression just as awkward as his movements.
"Damn that Menma! I swear I'll never forgive him!" Madara roared, even as he danced to the ridiculous tune.
I know I can be replaced at any time, but I still can't accept this gap. Our love is like a shooting star—burning bright, fading fast, gone like fireworks…
"Yare yare daze… first it was the Akatsuki's group battle, now it's a damn group dance," Kisame muttered sarcastically, forming a hand sign mid-step.
Off to the side, Jiraiya tried hard not to burst out laughing. But behind his grin was relief.
At least he wasn't the one forced into this humiliating dance. If he had been up there swaying with them, how could he ever face Naruto again?
Sarada and Sumire watched in disbelief, half-amused, half-baffled.
They'd seen a lot of strange things before—but never a resurrected team of legendary shinobi dancing under the rain to awkward pop music.
"Boruto, do you think this is Menma's 'gift' to us?" Sarada asked, stifling a laugh.
"Yeah," Boruto said with a smirk. "It's weird as hell, but maybe this is just his way of… saying goodbye?"
His gaze flicked toward the dancing figures, a strange light glimmering in his eyes.
"Well, I'm still thankful," Sarada said softly. "Thanks to him, I got to see Grandma again."
Boruto nodded. "Yeah. For that alone, I'm grateful."
The bizarre scene quickly drew a crowd. Curious villagers gathered outside the Hokage's residence, whispering among themselves.
"What's going on? Who's crazy enough to play loud music and dance in front of the Hokage's house?"
"Wait—isn't that the First Hokage?"
"Yeah, I've seen his statue! That's definitely him!"
"And that's the Second Hokage too! No way—someone must've used the Transformation Jutsu!"
The murmurs spread, awe and confusion mixing among the villagers.
Naruto quickly created a Shadow Clone to disperse the crowd. Ordinary people couldn't know about the resurrected shinobi—it would cause mass panic.
Finally, the music stopped. Everyone froze in place, embarrassment thick in the air.
"Thank God it's over… that was pure torture," Hashirama sighed in relief.
"Damn Uchiha…" Tobirama muttered, his face slightly flushed.
After the awkward silence, Hashirama turned to Naruto, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Naruto, you've become an excellent Hokage."
Naruto scratched the back of his head, a bit shy. "You're too kind, First Hokage. I'm still learning, trying not to disappoint everyone."
Hashirama smiled warmly. "We can all see your effort. You've done wonderfully."
He looked out at the glowing skyline of Konoha. "You've built a village even more prosperous than we dreamed of."
Naruto's eyes shifted toward Madara. "And… what about him?"
"Don't worry," Hashirama said calmly. "Madara's one of us now."
Naruto let out a breath of relief.
"Since we're back in Konoha again," Hashirama grinned, "Madara, we're drinking until we drop tonight!"
Madara gave a rare smile. "Fine, Hashirama. You're on."
Tobirama stepped forward, resting a hand on Naruto's shoulder. "Naruto, you've become a Hokage who surpasses my brother."
Naruto chuckled humbly. "You're too generous, Second Hokage. I'm just doing my best. Konoha's peace comes from everyone who came before me."
Later, Tobirama departed alone. The Akatsuki members vanished through the spatial rift Menma had opened.
Not long after, Sasuke appeared on the now-empty street, dressed in his dark cloak.
He froze when he saw Mikoto, Fugaku, and Itachi standing before him.
His chest tightened, his voice barely above a whisper. "So that's why the masked man took my Rinnegan… to bring you all back."
"Sasuke, you're here," Naruto said softly.
Mikoto's eyes filled with tears. "Sasuke!" She ran to him, wrapping him tightly in her arms.
Feeling her warmth again, Sasuke trembled. It felt unreal—like a dream he was afraid to wake from.
He held his mother tightly, silent but overwhelmed.
Fugaku stood nearby, pride shining in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Itachi stepped toward Sarada. "Sarada…"
"Are you… my uncle?" she asked, unsure.
"Yes," Itachi said gently. "And I owe you an apology—for the Illusion I cast on you before."
"Illusion?" Sarada blinked. "Then the person standing on that utility pole that day—it was you?"
Itachi nodded, guilt clouding his face.
"So it really was you," Sarada said quietly, understanding dawning in her eyes.
At that moment, Sasuke overheard them. His brows furrowed. "Utility pole… Illusion?"
Itachi turned toward him. "Sasuke, I'm sorry—for everything."
Sasuke's eyes hardened. He took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and drove it straight into Itachi's stomach.
Itachi flew back several meters, hitting the ground hard, blood dripping from his mouth.
"Sasuke!" Naruto shouted in shock.
"This is family business," Sasuke said coldly.
Naruto hesitated, then stayed silent.
"Father…" Sarada murmured worriedly.
Mikoto stepped forward, but Fugaku stopped her. "Let him handle it. Trust our son."
Itachi coughed weakly, forcing a bitter smile. "I deserve that…"
Sasuke looked down at him, emotion swirling in his eyes. "Forgive me… Big Brother."
Inside the Hokage Residence, Naruto, Hinata, Minato, Kushina, Jiraiya, Boruto, Sarada, and Sumire gathered around a cake.
"Happy Birthday, Himawari!" they all cheered together.
Himawari closed her eyes, made a wish, and blew out the candles.
The celebration was warm and joyful, but as the night deepened, Naruto quietly stepped outside.
The night air was cool. So much had happened—his daughter's birthday, his parents' and Jiraiya's resurrection. It was almost too much to process.
He stood under the stars, lost in thought.
"Hey, Naruto."
A familiar voice reached his ears. Jiraiya was sitting on a bench under a streetlight, smiling kindly. He patted the seat beside him.
Naruto walked over, sitting down beside his old teacher. Their shadows stretched long under the light—two figures bound by memories and fate.
"Jiraiya-sensei…" Naruto whispered.
Jiraiya grinned. "C'mon, kid. I still prefer 'Pervy Sage.'"
Naruto laughed softly. "Pervy Sage…"
"You've grown more than I ever imagined," Jiraiya said fondly.
Naruto smiled faintly. "I still have a long way to go."
Jiraiya chuckled, pulling out two popsicles stuck together. "Here. For old times' sake."
Naruto took them, his eyes misting. Memories flooded back—training days, laughter, tears.
He smiled through the emotion, his hands trembling slightly.
Under the quiet night sky, student and teacher shared a simple popsicle—just like they used to.
And for a brief, precious moment, everything felt right again.
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