Emperor of Mankind (Naruto X Marvel )

As the message spread across the land, the network of Yamanaka Clan members worked efficiently, utilizing their advanced technology to transmit Naruto's call for help to villages and towns that lay beyond the reach of the established shinobi systems. The Yamanaka Clan's method, based on sending frequencies through specialized towers, allowed for rapid communication across countries, ensuring that people in need would hear the call within seconds. This system, a lifeline during the Fourth Ninja War, was invaluable now, as it bridged the gap between the villages and isolated regions.

Despite the system's efficiency, the message needed final approval from Tsunade, the Hokage. Kakashi, despite his position as leader of Team 7, didn't have the authority to make such a decision on his own. Tsunade, however, knew that Naruto's selflessness and determination were unwavering. She didn't hesitate to approve the plan, though the weight of it would undoubtedly affect her surrogate brother. As the Hokage, Tsunade knew the price of such a noble action—Naruto's desire to heal the world would take an emotional toll on him. But she also knew this was something he needed to experience if he was ever to step into the role of Hokage himself.

Her decision was made quickly. "If you truly believe this is what you need to do, Naruto, then go. You have my support." Her words were filled with understanding, recognizing both the burden and the growth that came with this path. Tsunade knew that Naruto's resolve to help others was one of his most admirable traits, but it also came with the cost of watching people suffer, something that would be difficult for anyone, especially someone so young and full of hope.

The other Kage, too, supported Naruto's mission. Though many were skeptical of one man being able to handle such a monumental task, they couldn't deny the good he had done for the world. Some Kage may have secretly hoped to reduce the influence of other villages, but none had the courage to deny Naruto's request. After all, he wasn't acting for personal gain; he was working to help those in need. Even in the world of shinobi politics, where alliances and rivalries often shaped decisions, Naruto's reputation as a hero was undeniable.

However, as the plan took shape, a problem became apparent. While many regions had their villages and shinobi systems to rely on, there were countless others that had no such support. These areas were often left without the protection or care of trained healers. No village had established a permanent presence in many of these regions, leaving them vulnerable. As a result, Naruto realized that he would need to go to these distant, underserved regions personally to reach those in need.

The scale of the task was daunting, but Naruto didn't hesitate. For the first time in his life, he was stepping into a new kind of role—one that wasn't about fighting or battling powerful foes but about understanding people's pain and helping them heal. It was a humbling experience. He traveled to the farthest corners of the continent, moving from town to town, village to village. Each location presented its own unique challenges, from people too distrustful to accept his help to entire communities struck by despair.

In these moments, Naruto was struck by the many facets of humanity. He saw the desperate hope of the sick, the quiet resignation of families who had lost everything, and the resilience of those who, despite everything, still clung to the belief that someone would come to help them. He learned the stories of the villagers—their struggles, their dreams, their history—and it shaped his understanding of the world in a way that no battle or training session ever could. These people weren't just faces in the crowd; they were individuals with their own lives, loves, and losses.

For the first time, Naruto truly understood the weight of the task he had set for himself. Healing was more than just an act of using chakra; it was about connecting with people, understanding their pain, and giving them hope. Some people, despite his best efforts, still succumbed to the sickness. It was the hardest part of the job—watching the light fade from their eyes, knowing there was nothing more he could do. But he didn't let it deter him. Every life he saved was one more step toward his goal. Every person he helped brought him closer to the peace he so desperately wanted to bring to the world.

Though the process was slow, Naruto's clones worked tirelessly, ensuring that no one was left behind. They followed his every instruction, healing those they could and comforting the families of those who couldn't be saved. The clones dispersed across the land, each contributing to the massive effort, yet the weight of it all still rested on Naruto's shoulders.

In these isolated places, Naruto found a new kind of peace—the peace of knowing he was doing the right thing, even when the outcome wasn't guaranteed. He wasn't just saving lives; he was showing the world what true leadership looked like. He wasn't a hero because of his strength or his ability to fight; he was a hero because he cared enough to act, no matter the cost.

It was a journey that changed him, one step at a time, and it was a path he would walk for as long as it took.

As Naruto arrived in the town of Kiranami, he was greeted by a scene of both hope and misery. The town's people were gathered outside a modest clinic, their eyes filled with pain and exhaustion. The Mayor, along with a few assigned shinobi, had organized the crowd, directing them to line up in an orderly manner. However, the silent weight of loss hung heavy in the air, and the tension was palpable.

Naruto's heart tightened as he took in the sight before him. The town seemed small, tucked away in a valley, but the sorrow it carried was enormous. He asked the Mayor about the situation, and the response hit him like a blow. The elderly had been the first to fall, their frail bodies unable to handle the deadly effects of chakra sickness. The newborns, still too weak to fight, had followed closely behind. The illness didn't discriminate, it took the young and the old, and the town was left hollowed out by the deaths of those who could not survive.

As Naruto entered the clinic and surveyed the faces of those waiting for treatment, he saw more than just physical exhaustion. There were hollow gazes, lifeless stares, as though a part of their souls had been ripped away with the deaths of their loved ones. He could feel the weight of their grief in the air, thick and oppressive, and it settled heavily in his chest.

Naruto knew there was no way to undo the tragedy that had already occurred. He had no power to bring the dead back, no words to heal the emotional scars left behind. So, he did what he knew best—he offered words of hope, doing his best to reassure the survivors that they weren't alone, that he was here to help them. But despite his words, he could see the skepticism in their eyes. How could they believe in hope when so many had already perished?

As Naruto began his work, using his chakra to heal those affected by the sickness, he could hear whispers and accusations among the crowd. Some people, their voices tinged with anger and grief, blamed him for not arriving sooner, for not being there when they needed him most. "If only you came an hour earlier... maybe my mother would still be here..." one woman cried out, her voice cracking as she held the lifeless hand of an elderly woman who had passed just moments before.

Naruto felt the sting of those words like a dagger to his heart. His chest tightened, and for a brief moment, he wished he could turn back time, that he could have been here sooner to prevent the deaths. The guilt weighed heavily on him. Could he have saved them if he had arrived just a little bit sooner? Could he have done more?

But all he could do was endure the pain. He couldn't undo the past, but he could make sure that no more lives were lost today. He focused on the people in front of him, using his chakra to repair their bodies and bring them back from the brink of death. The healing process wasn't easy, and it wasn't quick, but Naruto worked with determination, pushing through the emotional weight of the situation. For every life he saved, the weight of his guilt lessened, just a little.

The clinic was filled with cries of relief as people slowly began to recover, their strength returning. But the emotional scars would take much longer to heal. Naruto knew that, and he knew that he couldn't heal the wounds in their hearts. That was something only time could do.

As the day passed, the town slowly began to return to a semblance of normalcy. The people who had been on the brink of death were now able to stand, to move, to speak. But the pain in their eyes, the grief from their losses, remained. Naruto could only offer them what little he could—healing, comfort, and a promise that he would do everything in his power to prevent further loss.

City: Kurogama

Upon Naruto's arrival in Kurogama, the stark contrast between the town's beliefs and his own ideals immediately became clear. The town was unique, but not in a way that brought pride. It was a place steeped in ancient superstition, where the people worshipped an immortal being—the "Great Mountain Immortal"—and performed a blood sacrifice of a young child whenever something went wrong. The act was seen as a necessary ritual to appease the god, ensuring the town's survival and prosperity. It was something they had done for generations, and they believed it had worked.

Naruto's first sight upon entering the town was disturbing. A young girl, no older than thirteen, was about to be buried alive as part of the ritual. The priest, dressed in ceremonial robes, was chanting in an ancient language while the people stood around, watching with solemn faces. The moment Naruto realized what was happening, he couldn't stand by.

He pushed through the crowd, forcefully moving the priest aside, his chakra flaring as his anger built. "Stop!" he commanded, his voice carrying authority. The villagers turned, their faces a mixture of shock and disbelief.

"Sir, why are you stopping this sacred ritual? Delaying it will only make things worse for our town," the Town Mayor said with respect, though his eyes showed no doubt in his beliefs. The other villagers, too, seemed firm in their conviction. This was a ritual that had been passed down for generations; stopping it seemed impossible to them.

Naruto stood firm, his eyes narrowing. "Who are you sacrificing this child to?" he asked.

The Mayor, seemingly taken aback, explained, "To the Great Mountain Immortal, with the blood of an innocent soul he shall bless this land with his mercy."

Naruto frowned. "What mountain?" he asked, the question leaving the crowd confused. They had never questioned the ritual before, nor the mountain that the immortal supposedly resided in. But before anyone could answer, the earth beneath them trembled, and a brilliant golden light erupted, blinding them all.

Naruto, still in his Six Paths Mode, summoned his control over natural energy. Without hesitation, he mixed his chakra with the light and directed it at the mountain range that loomed in the distance. The range glowed as the light touched it, erasing the mountains from existence. Where once stood towering peaks, now there was nothing—just an empty void.

A tense silence filled the air before the villagers, their eyes wide with fear, fell to their knees in terror.

"My Lord, have mercy on us!" they cried out in unison, their voices trembling.

Naruto's gaze hardened. He wasn't one to show mercy easily in these kinds of situations, but he knew that fear and despair were not the path to true change. Anger had pushed him to act harshly, but he was still determined to educate these people, to help them realize the error of their ways. He wasn't here just to heal the sick, but to heal their minds, their beliefs. That would take time, but he couldn't let it continue.

After using his chakra to heal those affected by the illness, including the young girl named Ai Enma, Naruto turned to the villagers. "You no longer have a Mountain Immortal. This is the reality. You must learn to live without this superstition and cruelty."

The little girl, Ai Enma, showed resilience despite the sickness she had contracted. Unlike the others, she had less severe symptoms, perhaps due to her inherent strength. Naruto healed her fully, and knowing that the people here had already abandoned her once, he made the decision to send Ai to Konoha. There, she would be protected and given a chance at a better life. She was an orphan, and though Naruto's heart broke for her, he knew Konoha would be the place where she could find true sanctuary.

Naruto also spoke with the assigned Shinobi, giving them a clear order: "Stop this ritual. Ensure it never happens again."

He sent word to Konoha's higher-ups, explaining the situation and ensuring they would act swiftly to prevent any future incidents in Kurogama or other towns like it. As he prepared to leave, he glanced one last time at the people of Kurogama. Their fear was not just from the loss of their god, but from the loss of their way of life.

Naruto knew that this was just one battle in a much larger war to change the world—one mind at a time. It would take years to undo the damage done by centuries of superstitions and cruelties. But for now, at least this town was free of its ancient shackles, and Ai Enma had a chance at life.

Naruto turned his back on the town and walked away, but his resolve was stronger than ever.

As Naruto left Kurogama, a subtle change began to take root in the town. His actions, though intended to destroy a harmful belief system, inadvertently sparked a new kind of worship—a worship not of the "Great Mountain Immortal," but of the power that Naruto wielded. His display of godlike power, the golden light that eradicated the mountains, and the authority he showed in healing the sick were nothing short of miraculous to the people.

While many of the villagers were shaken, and some even feared him, there were those who saw something else in Naruto's actions. To them, his power wasn't just the result of hard work or mastery over chakra. No, it felt like the arrival of a new divine presence, a living god who had descended from the heavens to reshape the world.

A few of the town's elders, who had once been the most devoted to the Great Mountain Immortal, began to whisper among themselves, questioning the nature of what they had just witnessed. "Was he a Immortal?" they wondered. "Could he be the true deity we've been waiting for?"

These whispers slowly spread through the town, and over time, some villagers began to view Naruto as an immortal figure, a being who had the power to create and destroy, to heal and to judge. The idea of Naruto as a immortal began to take root in the minds of those who had long been steeped in superstition and divine worship. To them, it made perfect sense—Naruto had displayed powers beyond comprehension, and his motives, though seemingly pure, could easily be twisted into something more.

In the shadows of Kurogama, a small group of villagers began to secretly idolize Naruto. They referred to him as "The Lightbringer," and viewed him as a living incarnation of the divine, sent to free them from their suffering and guide them toward salvation. They started to gather symbols of his actions—rocks scorched by his light, remnants of the erased mountains, and even drawings of his face, trying to capture his image as best they could.

The movement began to grow slowly, and while most of the town remained wary of Naruto's power and the changes he had brought, there were others who began to see him as their savior. They whispered his name in reverence, offering prayers to "The Lightbringer" for guidance, for protection, and for strength.

Naruto, unaware of this shift in perception, continued his travels, moving on to other towns and cities, determined to heal and educate the world. However, the seeds he had unintentionally planted in Kurogama were taking root, and though he didn't see it, the belief in his godlike power was starting to spread—albeit in a way he would never have imagined.

While his goal was to dismantle old, outdated practices, his influence had inadvertently sparked a new form of worship that, if left unchecked, could become just as dangerous and misguided as the rituals he had sought to stop. For now, though, the seeds of this new faith remained small and inconspicuous, hidden beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to grow.