“They’ll name constellations after you one day.”
LATE NIGHTS / not accepting
he was skeptical at first. surely this was some sort of joke, like the big dunce, the loser, some other insult that he’d one day find hidden in the stars. but there was nothing, he seemed to mean it. “ it wasn’t just me. ” he wanted to say that for so long, to someone who would listen, and not just call him modest. he hadn’t fought that war alone, he never did anything alone. of course he wanted to be the greatest shinobi, to have so many know he existed, but that didn’t mean he’d ever let another go unnoticed, unheard. “ you, sakura-chan, kakashi-sensei.. the rookie nine, the jounin, the other villages, the bijuu, the jinchuuriki, the kage.. obito.. we all did it. ” he takes in a deep breath, to settle himself. just thinking of that war, of everything that was lost, of how the desires of one ruined the lives of so many. his hand, bandaged, clenches at his side. “ if they do, it won’t be after just me.. it’ll be after everyone; the warriors, the braves, whatever ya wanna call it. but i want it to represent everyone ‘ttebayo. ”












