Naruto stood there, stiff as stone, trying not to visibly sweat through his formal wedding yukata.
The sun was bright, the wind soft, and the entire village—and several other villages, judging by the accents and banners—watched in eager silence as the wedding ritual continued.
Then came the moment he wasn’t ready for.
“The ring,” the ceremonial master said.
“Groom, please present the ring to your bride.”
Naruto blinked.
“The what—?”
Panic flared across his face.
Ring.
Ring?!
He looked down at his hands, sleeves, pockets—why did formal clothes have no pockets?!
He was just about to consider using a shadow clone to run to Ichiraku’s and get a noodle as a makeshift ring when, mercifully, a hand tapped his side.
“Here,” Shikamaru muttered from the side of the stage, handing over a small black box.
“You forgot this.”
“I love you, man,” Naruto whispered, snatching it like it was a lifeline.
Opening it, his breath caught.
Inside was a modest silver band, but etched into it was something that made his chest clench—a swirling red Uzumaki spiral and a black Uchiha fan, perfectly balanced.
Simple, yet meaningful.
Sasuke looked at the ring, then at him.
Her expression remained unreadable, but something in her eyes softened—just a flicker.
Naruto awkwardly took her hand, his fingers brushing against her cool, slender ones.
She didn’t flinch.
He swallowed and slipped the ring onto her finger, not quite trusting himself to speak.
Done.
Phew.
He let out a silent breath of relief.
“Now,” said the officiant, a balding, wise-looking elder dressed in traditional robes, “we proceed with the ‘Tea of Unity’ ritual, as per Fire Country’s ancient customs.”
From the sidelines, Iruka stepped forward holding a small lacquered tray.
On it was a single porcelain cup, filled with gently steaming green tea.
Iruka knelt before the couple, his face full of quiet pride.
“It is tradition,” he explained gently, “that the bride and groom sip from the same cup. To show harmony. Balance. And mutual acceptance.”
Naruto reached for it—and then froze halfway.
Wait.
Same cup.
He looked at Sasuke.
Indirect kiss.
His face immediately turned ten shades redder.
Sasuke didn’t say anything.
She merely raised an eyebrow, waiting.
He could almost hear her voice in his head saying, You’re the idiot who proposed this.
Drink the damn tea.
So, he took the cup first and sipped.
Then handed it to her, fingers brushing hers again.
She sipped as well, without hesitation.
The cup was returned to Iruka, and he bowed, stepping back.
The officiant cleared his throat and turned to the ceremonial scroll.
He began to read aloud, verses written in the archaic style of old Fire Country weddings.
“May the flame of union burn gently in the storm. May the wind of fate not tear the roots of this bond. May you walk side by side, even where paths grow wild…” You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
Naruto leaned slightly toward Sasuke and whispered, “Wow, that’s really poetic.”
Sasuke’s voice was flat.
“It’s standard.”
He grinned.
“Still kinda nice, though.”
The officiant continued, then turned another page.
He paused.
“…Ah. And now… do you, Sasuke Uchiha, accept the symbol of your marriage from Naruto Uzumaki as…”
The man squinted.
“…As… ‘Ultra Super Rare Golden Ramen Cup From the Demon Country’?”
A long silence followed.
People in the crowd leaned forward, confused murmurs starting to stir.
Naruto’s eyes widened.
“Oh… oh crap, I forgot to change that…”
The officiant turned to him slowly.
“Is this… is this a mistake?”
Naruto rubbed the back of his neck.
“I didn’t have time, so I… kinda grabbed the closest valuable thing I had on me? And it was this ultra rare ramen cup I won on a mission in Demon Country…”
The man pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Very well. Then let us proceed.”
He turned back to Sasuke.
“Do you, Sasuke Uchiha, accept this Ultra Super Rare Golden Ramen Cup From the Demon Country as your symbol from Naruto Uzumaki?”
Sasuke was silent for a second.
Naruto held his breath.
“I accept,” she said coolly.
Naruto’s heart thudded.
The officiant nodded, almost relieved.
He turned to Naruto.
“Do you, Naruto Uzumaki, son of Minato Namikaze, accept Sasuke Uchiha, daughter of Fugaku Uchiha, as your wife?”
Naruto, still frazzled by the ramen cup incident, barely managed a coherent, “Uh, yes?”
The officiant nodded and turned again.
“Does she, Sasuke Uchiha, daughter of Fugaku Uchiha, accept Naruto Uzumaki, son of Minato Namikaze, as her husband?”
“I do,” she answered clearly.
There was something final about that voice.
Strong.
Assured.
The officiant checked his scroll.
“…Now the rest…”
Naruto blinked.
“There’s more?”
The officiant cleared his throat again, reading with practiced authority.
“Do you, Naruto Uzumaki, son of Kushina Uzumaki, accept Sasuke Uchiha, daughter of Mikoto Uchiha, as your wife?”
Naruto blinked.
“Wait, didn’t we just—? Uh—yes. Definitely, yes!”
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“And do you, Sasuke Uchiha, daughter of Mikoto Uchiha, accept Naruto Uzumaki, son of Kushina Uzumaki, as your husband?”
Sasuke gave a small nod, her voice soft but clear.
“I do.”
“Do you both accept each other as spouses forever?”
Naruto stammered, “Y-Yes!”
“Yes,” Sasuke said firmly.
The officiant closed the scroll with a small thud and raised his hand.
“Then by the power of this village, its traditions, and your will—I declare you husband and wife. May your garden be full of flowers.”
Naruto blinked.
“…We don’t have a garden—”
“May. Your. Garden. Be full of flowers,” the man said with finality.
Naruto shut up.
“Now…” the man smiled faintly, turning back to the couple, “You may kiss.”
Naruto froze.
His feet rooted themselves into the stage.
His eyes widened.
Lips parted.
He turned ever so slowly toward Sasuke.
“Uh, I, um—”
But she didn’t wait.
She stepped forward.
Fast.
Purposeful.
And before Naruto could finish even one of his thousand awkward thoughts, something soft, warm, and undeniably real pressed against his lips.
It was just for a heartbeat.
But the moment landed like a lightning strike.
Gasps echoed.
Then cheers.
Then thunderous applause.
From the crowd, Kiba whooped.
Ino squealed.
Lee punched the air.
Choji clapped with his whole heart.
Gaara, in his calm dignity, gave a respectful nod.
Kakashi smiled, closing his visible eye.
And Naruto?
He was pink as a peach.
Still dazed.
Still staring at her.
Sasuke turned away as if nothing had happened, but the faintest tint of color touched the edge of her ears.
And as the crowd exploded in cheers, and flower petals rained from above like spring snow, Naruto Uzumaki realized—
He wasn’t dreaming.
He was married.
To her.
To Sasuke Uchiha.
And somehow… despite everything… he was the happiest idiot in the world.