Some days it was harder than others to get back up. Some days it was just so much easier to just stay laying in the mud and feel defeated and like the loser they all thought he was. He just wanted to lay in the mud and let it all end.

Some days he found that it wasn't nearly so hard to huff a breath and gather his limbs once again. To uses his hands and wipe away all the dirt and try again.

This day was the one day he found himself getting up and standing taller after each and ever fall. He raised his chin and went at whatever he was trying to accomplish again.

Again and again and again. He couldn't just stop. He had to keep going. Had to keep trying.

Naruto stood, his hands shaking as he levered himself upright once more. Frustrated tears trying to escape down his face held at bay by will alone. Wiping his hands down himself to try and remove the mud that now clung onto him.

Naruto sighed, but found the resolve to lift that stubborn chin. He always liked to pretend he had his father's chin. His father would be there, telling him to try again. Telling him that if he just sat there nothing was going to get done.

Naruto found himself nearly unstoppable on father's day. His own father, whom ever he would have been, would be watching him. Watch him with his own chin tipped high in pride as Naruto refused to stop trying. Proud of Naruto for trying. Success was measured in what you accomplished, not in one try, but in the end.

Naruto dreamed on Father's Day that his father was standing there with a proud smile every time he managed to get back onto his feet. That his father was waiting for the day Naruto obtained his dreams, whether they remained to be him being the Hokage, or just being the fastest or whatever. His father watched him in pride that even if Naruto never became a great ninja, he'd at least given it everything he had and been as great as Naruto Uzumaki could be.

On Father's Day, Naruto dreamed that nothing could stop him, because his father would be proud of him just because he tried.