Naruto from Warring states period

Silence descended upon the room as I declared, "I built this village."

Shock rippled through the faces of the villagers. I was, after all, barely a teenager, perhaps ten or twelve years old. The notion of a child constructing an entire village was simply inconceivable to them.

"You're incredible, Ryuu!" Hashirama exclaimed, his eyes wide with admiration.

"To think, you built a village of your own! Me and Tobirama, we always dreamed of doing something like this."

Tobirama, however, remained expressionless, his face a mask of disapproval. I understood the unspoken undercurrent in his words – a subtle jab at Madara, their once inseparable friend, whose ambitions had diverged from their own.

This wasn't just any village; it was a haven for those displaced by war and banditry. I had established a rudimentary ninja system to protect its inhabitants, a shield against the chaos that plagued the warring states era.

"Hey, Ryuu," Tobirama challenged abruptly, "let's have a duel! I want to see the strength that allowed you to build this village."

I sensed a deeper intent behind his challenge. He wanted to gauge my abilities, to understand the source of my power.

"Very well," I agreed.

We found an open space, the ground cleared for our confrontation. Word of the duel spread quickly, drawing a sizable crowd.

Even the Senju and Uzumaki clan leaders were present, along with Daisuke and Eichi, who had returned from the Uchiha clan with a team of medical ninja and my shadow clone.

The air crackled with anticipation as we readied ourselves. Tobirama, despite his youth, was incredibly fast, a blur of motion. I, however, possessed a physical advantage, my movements more powerful and deliberate.

He unleashed a torrent of water with his Water Style: Water Dragon Technique, a formidable attack that I countered with Earth Style: Earth Wall Technique, the two clashing with a thunderous roar.

The battle intensified, transitioning into a brutal display of hand-to-hand combat. I seized an opportunity, using his own hand to form the seals for Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu.

He reacted swiftly, employing the Substitution Technique to evade the blast.

The duel ended abruptly, Tobirama standing defeated, his face flushed with embarrassment. Even I was surprised by the ease of my victory. To have bested the future Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama, at such a young age, was an unexpected turn of events.

Sanju Butsuma, Tobirama's father, observed the outcome with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. He knew his son's strength; he was, at the very least, an elite chunin. Yet, Tobirama had been defeated without a semblance of resistance.

Hashirama, however, erupted in laughter. "Hahahahaha… Tobirama, you lost! I should have placed a bet on Ryuu! Hahahaha…"

The tense atmosphere eased slightly.

"How did you do that?" Tobirama demanded, his curiosity piqued.

"What?" I inquired.

"Using my own hand to form the seals. It was a stroke of genius, but also incredibly risky. What if I had broken free?"

"I believe our chakra intertwined during that brief moment," I explained, a hint of mischief in my voice. "It was a technique I… invented."

I lied without a trace of guilt. This unique fighting style would later be employed by Sasuke and Naruto during the Fourth Great Ninja War, but its origins would remain shrouded in mystery.

"Let me heal you," I offered, noticing the burn marks on Tobirama's hand from the escaped fireball. He accepted, allowing me to tend to his injuries.

"How old are you?" Tobirama asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Twelve," I replied.

He remained silent, seemingly deep in thought.

"How old are you all?" I inquired in turn.

"Tobirama is eleven, and I'm thirteen," Hashirama answered. "Mito's age… well, it's not polite to ask a lady's age, is it?"

I was taken aback by his response.

The next day, we returned to our village laden with gifts from both clans. I even heard whispers of an engagement between Mito and Hashirama, the Uzumaki clan leader present to discuss the marriage

arrangements. It was a matter of little concern to me.

On our way back, we encountered a village under attack by bandits. We intervened, swiftly defeating the marauders and tending to the wounded. We offered the survivors refuge in our village, an offer they gladly accepted.

Returning to our village, we were greeted by the cheers of our people and the watchful eyes of our police and ANBU. We had brought forty-eight new residents, eighteen of whom were of school age.

After settling the newcomers, I returned home to share my adventures with Grandma Saya. We embraced warmly, and I recounted my travels, including my victory over Tobirama.

The following day, I found myself in my office, a structure reminiscent of the future Hokage's office, built during my absence. I had identified three ninja with exceptional spatial talents, one with extraordinary potential and two with average abilities. I trained them rigorously, hoping to cultivate their skills and eventually teach them the Flying Thunder God Technique, a technique I yearned to master but lacked the inherent spatial talent for.

The village continued to thrive, its name gradually spreading across the land. But I remained unfazed by the growing recognition, focused on nurturing the strength and prosperity of my people.

To be continued...