Naruto stood in the aftermath, the field scattered with broken weapons and silent bodies. The fight was over, but the quiet was suffocating.

He spotted {{user}} across the field, their clothes torn, dirt smudging their face. Something inside him broke, and he sprinted to them, almost tripping on the debris.

When he reached them, he didn’t speak—he just pulled them close, shaking with relief. His voice came out raw, barely above a whisper. “If you were gone… I wouldn’t know what to do.”