Naruto from Warring states period

The initial chaos of settling the refugees had subsided, and life in the valley had returned to a semblance of normalcy. My own life, too, had settled into a routine, the memory of my first kill a distant echo. Though I often pondered why I had chosen this world, the Naruto universe, I quickly pushed those thoughts aside and focused on building a better future for the village.

The people I had brought with me possessed a diverse skillset, and while ninja talent wasn't abundant, it was present. Time passed, and I grew stronger, my physical prowess reaching the level of a chunin by the age of eight. In the Warring States Era, this wasn't exceptional – prodigies like Madara and the Senju brothers existed, pushing the boundaries of what was possible. However, I knew I wasn't on their level yet. I was merely a strong child, not a monster.

Now, eight years old, I oversaw a burgeoning community of over a hundred people.

Grandma Saya and I resided in the core area, while a dedicated team of genin-level ninjas patrolled the perimeter, ensuring the safety of the village. I had established a rudimentary library of jutsu, categorizing them by difficulty: genin could learn D and C-rank techniques, chunin could access C and B-rank, and only jonin could study B and A-rank.

S-rank techniques were off-limits. Their immense chakra consumption posed a significant risk to immature ninjas, potentially causing more harm than good.

Currently, the village had only two jonin:

Daisuke and Eichi. Even I, despite my strength, had not yet achieved that rank.

The refugees I had brought included sixteen individuals with the potential to become jonin and three with exceptional medical ninjutsu talent. This influx of skilled individuals provided a steady stream of talent for the village.

Furthermore, I had ordered the ANBU to locate orphans with no place to call home and bring them to the village. Food and clothing were no longer a concern, thanks to the expansion of farmland and the assistance of the ninjas.

I began experimenting with fūinjutsu, creating detonating tags and, utilizing the knowledge bestowed upon me by the enigmatic god, healing tags. I also dispatched ANBU teams, accompanied by genin, chunin, and jonin, to eliminate bandit groups that had terrorized innocent villagers.

This was a difficult decision for me. Despite my strength, I had taken a life. The thought of killing, even those who deserved it, filled me with a profound unease. I felt like a coward, a weak chicken, despite my growing power. After three days of relentless pursuit, the bandit threat near the village was eradicated.

To be continued...