After the drama with Guy finally settled, the wedding continued smoothly, without a single hitch.
Since Guts had no family of his own in this world, the role of an elder was entrusted to Might Duy.
Standing proudly, dressed with a rare touch of formality, he radiated the same fiery spirit that had once inspired his son, Might Guy.
Duy's eyes glistened as he looked at Guts.
"My boy… you've grown strong, not only in body, but in heart! The flames of youth burn brighter in you than ever before!"
"Just as I once taught you the Eight Gates, I have always carried you in my heart as my son. That will never change."
His voice cracked slightly, but his smile never faltered. The crowd felt the sincerity in every word.
Might Guy himself stood off to the side, fists clenched with pride, trying his best not to sob louder than anyone else.
Guts scratched the back of his head, grinning wryly. "Hah… old man, you're gonna make me cry before my brides even get the chance."
"You've already done enough for me... more than I could ever repay. You're my family too, you and Guy both. That's something I'll carry till the end."
Inside, Guts felt a rare warmth stir in his chest.
He wasn't one for flowery words, but the truth was simple: in his bloody life, he'd never thought he'd have something like this, a family, and now even wives by his side. He couldn't be more happy then he is now.
The wedding ritual then began. Guts took out the rings he had prepared...simple, but crafted with care and gently placed them on each of his brides: Tsunade, Kurenai, Terumi Mei, and Anko.
Their faces carried a mix of pride, affection, and teasing mischief, perfectly fitting the moment.
When the vows were done, the entire hall erupted into cheers. Shinobi and villagers from every corner of the ninja world had come to witness this day.
After all, Guts wasn't just another Shinobi, he was the hero who had saved them all in the Fourth Great Ninja War.
The celebration shook the air with laughter, applause, and the roaring spirit of a world united.
And then true to form...Might Duy couldn't hold it in anymore. With tears gushing down his cheeks like twin waterfalls, he grabbed his son into a crushing embrace.
"Guy! My son! The flames of youth burn brighter than ever!"
Guy immediately burst into tears as well, clinging to his father, both of them shouting about love, youth, and spirit at the top of their lungs.
Their voices shook the rafters, as dramatic as if the fate of the world depended on this hug.
Not one to be left out, Rock Lee sprinted forward with his own tears streaming, diving into the hug like it was a three-man formation.
"Guy-sensei! Duy-sensei! I feel the flames of youth burning in my heart too!"
The three of them stood locked together in a ridiculous, over-the-top family embrace, bawling and flexing their muscles as if they were in the middle of the grandest training session of their lives.
The crowd roared with laughter and applause, while Guts just shook his head with a grin, half embarrassed, half warmed by the absurd display.
From the corner, Jiraiya watched it all with his own tears streaming but his weren't of pure joy. He grit his teeth, practically shaking with envy.
That brat… not only Tsunade, but Kurenai, Mei, and Anko too? It was the stuff of his lifelong dreams and novels, yet here it was happening before his very eyes and not to him.
He buried his face in his sleeve, wailing dramatically, earning a few side-eyes from nearby shinobi.
But after a moment, Jiraiya drew a long breath, wiped his eyes, and let a smile creep through. "Hmph… you lucky bastard. Treat them right, Guts. You've earned it."
He raised his cup in quiet salute. "From one hopeless fool to another...congratulations."
The crowd roared again. Music struck up, sake flowed like rivers, and the greatest celebration since the war truly began.
For this special day, the world wasn't divided by villages, clans, or grudges.
For this day, everyone was simply alive, together, and united in joy.
And at the center of it all, Guts couldn't help but laugh. A booming, hearty laugh that shook his chest and carried through the air.
"Hah! Guess I really am cursed… four wives, four different lectures for the rest of my life!"
The brides rolled their eyes in unison, and the entire hall broke into even louder laughter.
It was the perfect ending to a story of blood, fists, and war, reborn as a story of family, unity, and youth.
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The celebration broke into smaller groups, laughter and chatter spilling across the hall like firecrackers.
Near the sake table, Kakashi stood with his eternal rival, Might Guy.
Guy threw his arm around Kakashi's shoulders, his face flushed from both tears and wine.
"Kakashi, my eternal rival! Even at this glorious wedding, our rivalry must burn as brightly as ever! Who can drink the most sake today, eh?"
"Or perhaps… who can out-dance the other to prove the true essence of youth!?"
Kakashi's single visible eye twitched. "Guy… it's a wedding. Can't you just… behave normally for once?"
Guy leaned even closer, practically nuzzling Kakashi's masked face. "Ah, but normal is the enemy of youth! Come, let us show everyone our eternal bond of manly spirit!"
The room quieted for a beat. Several guests turned their heads, eyebrows raised. Murmurs rippled. The looks said it all: …are they…?
Kakashi's face darkened under his mask. He shoved Guy off with a sigh that dripped despair. "I swear, you're going to bury me with rumors one day…"
While Guy flexed proudly, blissfully oblivious.
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On the other side of the hall, the elderly Onoki sat in on his Stone Platform, he had been grumbling the entire way since he arrived here.
His granddaughter, Kurotsuchi, the Fourth Tsuchikage sat beside him, rolling her eyes.
"Hmph! I don't even know why I came here," Onoki muttered. His back still ached at the memory.
"That blasted brat punched me so hard I've been hunched over ever since. Tch, some wedding…"
Kurotsuchi smirked. "Oh, don't pout, old man. You lived long enough to complain, didn't you? Besides, aren't you at least glad to see the guy who crippled you finally settling down? That's kind of sweet, right?"
Onoki nearly fell off his platform. "Sweet?! Bah! In my day, crippling an old kage wasn't 'sweet,' it was grounds for war!"
Kurotsuchi laughed, patting his shoulder. "Maybe. But in your day, nobody married four beauties at once either. Times change, Grandpa. Try to keep up."
The old man grumbled slightly, but he didn't leave. His eyes, though narrow and bitter, couldn't hide the reluctant respect shining deep inside.
Meanwhile, in a quieter corner, the Raikage stood with arms crossed, towering like a mountain, his expression calm but sharp.
Beside him, Gaara sipped his tea with measured grace, his pale eyes thoughtful as ever.
The Raikage finally broke the silence. "Hmph. To think that man… that Konoha shinobi… would be the one to unite all the nations. I once stood against him with all my strength… and was defeated."
Gaara set down his cup gently. "Perhaps that's why he succeeded. He carried no banner higher than his own will. No clan politics, no village pride. Only his strong strength."
The Raikage grunted, but a faint smirk tugged at his lips.
"Tch. I already tested his strength with my own fists… twice. I know better than anyone what he's capable of. No shinobi in this world can stand above him now."
Gaara's lips curved into the faintest of smiles.
"Strength comes in many forms. And tonight, he carries them all."
The two stood in silence again, but this time it was comfortable...two leaders acknowledging not just a hero, but the strange peace he had carved out for them all.
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In the midst of the laughter, clinking cups, and noisy chatter, Shisui found himself drifting aimlessly through the hall.
He wasn't looking for anyone in particular, just walking, hands tucked behind his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched the joy around him.
That was when he felt a light tap on his shoulder.
Turning, he saw a girl standing nervously before him. She had long, curving black hair that covered one eye, leaving only the other visible... dark, gentle, and shy.
Her posture was small, reserved, and her aura carried the faint misty stillness of Kirigakure.
"H-Hello…" she began softly, her voice barely above the music in the background. "A-are you… Shisui Uchiha?"
Shisui tilted his head curiously. "Yeah, that's me. Something you need?"
Inside, he chuckled to himself. Ah, I get it. Probably another fan of Guts-sensei.
Can't blame her... everyone loves him. Maybe she came to me since I'm one of his students.
But reality proved different.
The girl quickly bowed, her face flaring red, and held out a small gift box wrapped neatly in pale paper. "Th-this is… for you. A thank-you."
Shisui blinked, taken aback. "For me?"
She nodded, still staring at the floor. "During the Fourth Great Ninja War… you used that giant, glowing warrior, the Susanoo, right? I… I was one of the shinobi caught on the battlefield."
"Everyone was shouting your name when you appeared. I never saw your face clearly then… but I remembered. You saved us."
Her voice wavered, but it carried sincerity that even Shisui couldn't brush off.
He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. "Heh, really? Guess I did. I don't remember all the faces I helped… but I'm glad you made it out safe."
The girl's blush deepened. She fidgeted with her hands, glancing around, then looked back up at him.
"I-It's more than just that… um… I thought maybe… after this, if you aren't too busy… we could… talk again?"
The words were simple, but the meaning was clear.
Shisui, however, just laughed cheerfully. "Hahaha! Sure, sure, no problem. I'm always around, just grab me whenever."
The girl blinked, her face turning crimson as she realized he hadn't understood her hint at all.
She covered her cheek with her hand, mumbling something under her breath before retreating a step.
Shisui only smiled wider, still oblivious, and waved the gift box lightly in his hand. "Thanks again. Really."
As she walked away, flustered and stumbling slightly, he tilted his head once more. Strange girl. Hah, wonder if I'll see her again.
He laughed to himself and kept walking, unaware of the faint eyes watching him from the crowd, filled with something far more than gratitude.
And just like that…
The wedding of the Strongest man alive, the Hero who saved the world, finally came to an end.
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𝘗𝘚: 𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘤… 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘎𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸... 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘯.
—𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 🌧️ ✨
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