~Hiruzen POV~
Sitting in the Hokage chair, unfortunately once again, Hiruzen smoked deeply as his bags and sagging skin and general expression showed how much of a slump he was in.
Hiruzen slumped further into the chair in shame and regret before turning to look through the window of the Hokage building to look at the ruins of the Ninja Academy, the ruins of the various clans -including his own-, the damaged village, the crying villagers, the angry shinobi on the training grounds, and the numerous stuck at the memorial monument…
Taking a deep restless puff of his wooden pipe. He slowly sucked in the tobaccoed smoke, before exhaling it in a plume of white… He repeated this for a while as he clutched his forehead in confusion and loss.
Hiruzen started laughing dementedly for a moment before he stopped himself and shed a tear, and grasped the red and white hokage hat emblazoned with the kanji for fire and straightened his back.
His once dead eyes sharpened, his saddened expression returned to his resting smile, and he began to move with vigor.
Hiruzen quickly sorted through the paperwork in front of him and began calling up the remaining ANBU, the remaining jonin into the office, and as many able-bodied Shinobi as possible.
Assigning one after another task after task.
Hiruzen allowed himself a small smile as he thought about the next generation…
"Where the leaves dance, one shall find flames. The fire's shadow shall illuminate the world, and once again, the tree shall bud anew."
And with a puff of his pipe, his will was reignited once more.
Hiruzen's eyes flashed with certainty before he looked over the village once more,
***I know… I know… if I write names the way I've been writing them it should be Guy Might, not Might Guy so for the sake of my sanity and for you know reading his name we're going to change his name so he no longer has a family name, but two first names and he just goes by Guy. Ok? Keep reading, smh***
~Kabuto POV~
Kabuto looked over as he saw Soutarou sigh in relief as he and Kabuto were finally able to take a rest. In which Soutarou and Kabuto both shot shadow clones praying and hoping that their home was still intact.
Kabuto's eyes sparkled as he looked at Soutarou before saying, "I didn't know you had such a serious side too… I thought you only knew how to joke around."
Soutarou waved his hand dismissively as he sat slumped against the wall with his knees up and his arms slung over his knees. Kabuto continued, "You've never been in the hospital with me and Onee-san, but you moved with such skill that for a second I thought Tsunade-sama possessed you."
Soutarou grunted and said, "She's like my second and a half cousin or something so obviously we'll be a bit similar, dumbass."
Kabuto chuckled before saying, "Should you really be saying that out loud though?"
Soutarou sighed before saying, "It doesn't matter, people will probably think I'm insane or something. Considering the fact I, not even an academy student, took the lead they already think so. But seriously just because these idiots were wasting chakra healing higher ranked shinobi that were perfectly fine other than a few small injuries ignoring the chunin or civilian who was dying on the side, yet was perfectly salvageable, I had to intervene. Or how they were wasting their time healing someone who very clearly wasn't going to make it. It's just common sense, though honestly if this is how the medical department functions it's a wonder that Konoha hasn't collapsed on the battlefield. Freaking idiots, efficiency and saving as many lives as possible that's how healthcare works. Not save your friend, or butter up a higher up who's totally fine. Doesn't matter if it's the Hokage, or God himself, if there's a savable civilian they should always be the priority. Kabuto after this shit is over you're helping write a petition to that old man about how we should improve our medical system, how it has to be enforced by ANBU or the Uchiha Police force or it won't stick."
Kabuto smiled and said, "You know, when you're not playing around you're a genius amongst geniuses. You're not even six years old and you were commanding even the Hokage around like an absolute badass. Sorry for my language-"
Soutarou smiled too and interjected, "You're not too shabby either and look at that you're finally cursing like a proper Morita."
Kabuto's eyes widened and he chuckled as the two rested for a while, before dozens of shinobi came and politely greeted Soutarou, who calmly responded and apologized for their losses, maintaining what Kabuto could only describe as the highest level of diplomacy. Kabuto watched as his gaze glinted and he pushed up his glasses before looking at the Hokage monument with the four faces.
Kabuto created three shadow clones that then transformed themselves and started talking with villagers slowly spreading the rumor, that a five year old boy named Soutarou Morita was the medical Hero who commanded Genin, Chunin, Elite Chunin, Special Jonin, Jonin, Elite Jonin, and even the Third Hokage himself to save lives and prioritize healing over caring for people's status. Kabuto even exaggerated a bit saying that Soutarou's quick thinking was the only reason that Konoha's casualty count stayed under 200 dead and 150 permanently debilitated. Kabuto in his mindset of pushing Soutarou's reputation even added that Soutarou had stolen Jonin Nono's flare and fired it off to warn troops of the upcoming battle early and for civilians to evacuate earlier.
Kabuto's clone's eyes flashed with determination before continuing its task of spreading Soutarou's good deeds…
~Nono POV~
Nono shot several dozen clones off, that each transformed themselves and in pairs began talking about Soutarou's feats in public spaces.
As Nono headed back to her post she thought,