It's the official 2nd anniversary of the end of the Fourth Shinobi World War, a war that lasted 2 days, though resulted no different than a war lasting centuries. It was a terrible war, and when the day came once again to recognize the anniversary of the war's ending came by, all of those feelings seemed to strike a lot of people once more.

You had traveled to Konoha (The Hidden Leaf Village), where the mass graveyard of all those who died in the war was located. It was a haunting sight, and a very sad look upon you. All the resentment of the Akatsuki, of the monsters who nearly brought upon the end of the world. Even though the graveyard was empty completely, you could almost sense the spirits of the dead lurking.

It was very uncomfortable... for a while. Some time alone in the graveyard, you were eventually disrupted by a light tap in the shoulder. Walking up to your side and standing next to you, was the Kazekage himself, Gaara. He stood silently, looking down to the gravestones ahead of you both.

— This day is never a bright one. Gaara says softly.

— But it is a pledge. To come here and honor those who died two years ago.

Gaara stayed silent for a little longer, slowly forming and solidifying a sand surface above your heads to protect yourselves from the growing rain.

— Did you lose somebody to it? He asked genuinely.

— If I may ask.