NARUTO: The Saga of Crimson Monarch

Ares stood atop the highest peak of his island, looking down at the sprawling domain he had begun to carve from the wild landscape. The Great Tomb of Nazarick—his dream castle—was slowly taking shape, a towering monument to his strength, will, and unshakable resolve. But despite the overwhelming excitement of his creation, the vision of the future, and the thrill of what he was building, Ares knew that the island was far from ready to be inhabited by others. His heart burned with ambition, but his mind remained grounded in reality.

As he surveyed the island, Ares could feel the weight of responsibility settling onto his shoulders. This was his kingdom, but it was also a dangerous, untamed wilderness. "This island, my kingdom, is not a place for anyone yet," he mused. "I'm alone, and that's not because I'm introverted or don't desire allies. But right now, this place is a beast's den, a place that could devour anyone foolish enough to enter without understanding what lies within."

The creatures that roamed the island were unlike anything the world had ever known. Wild beasts, monstrous dinosaurs, flying terrors with wings that could blot out the sun, and gigantic gorillas that roamed the dense jungle—all these creatures existed in a deadly harmony, far beyond the capabilities of regular humans to survive. "No one would last more than a day," Ares thought grimly. "Only the strongest ninja, maybe an Elite Jonin, would be able to survive this place for any length of time. But even they wouldn't last long. It's dangerous here. Too dangerous."

But Ares was not afraid of danger. In fact, he thrived on it. However, his love for those who would eventually come to call this place home made him pause. "I can't risk innocent lives," he murmured to himself, looking out over the island, his fingers curling into fists. "I can't allow anyone to be trapped here, to become food for these beasts, just because I was too eager to open the gates of my kingdom."

He had seen countless battles, and his life had been one of constant struggle and hardship. And yet, this challenge felt different. He wasn't just preparing for war; he was preparing for a legacy. "I'll wait. I'll wait for the right moment," Ares promised, his eyes hardening with resolve. "When this place is ready, I'll invite them. But only then. No one will come to harm here under my watch."

As the thought settled in his mind, his focus shifted to the grand task of securing his kingdom. The walls of the Great Tomb of Nazarick were rising steadily, but Ares knew that mere walls wouldn't be enough. "I need more than just physical fortifications," he thought. " I need something more... something that will make anyone who dares step foot here think twice."

He began to imagine it: a barrier—a shield surrounding his kingdom, a powerful force that could detect intruders from miles away, a layer of protection that would safeguard not only the kingdom but any future inhabitants. Ares wasn't a master of magic, but his ninjutsu skills were unparalleled, and with his brilliant mind, he began to devise a solution. Through his creativity and tireless training, he would design a barrier that blended his vast knowledge of ninjutsu and combat tactics, one that could hold off any enemy that dared to enter.

His mind worked tirelessly, and his body, though weary from years of continuous effort, did not falter. With his companion's by his side, their ethereal presence a constant reminder of what he had already achieved, and the slime, always quick and efficient, assisting in the finer details of construction, Ares threw himself into the task. "It'll take time, but nothing good ever comes easy," he thought as he activated his Shadow Clone Jutsu, calling forth thousands of copies of himself to aid in the construction of his barriers. Each clone moved with purpose, their individual wills merging into one unstoppable force.

Years passed, but Ares did not waver. Every stone, every wall, every layer of defense was meticulously planned and executed. His clones worked tirelessly, the slime absorbed raw materials to shape into perfect components for the barrier, and Little Ely's gentle guidance ensured that the energy of the island itself was harnessed in the creation of this protective shield. Ares poured everything he had into this task—sweat, blood, and tears—all in the name of securing a future for his kingdom.

As the days turned to years, The Great Tomb of Nazarick stood tall against the wild island, a cold monument to Ares' vision. The island itself had been transformed, not just by the castle, but by the security and preparation Ares had put in place. His barrier, now complete, pulsed with energy, its presence a constant reminder of Ares' foresight.

But even as he admired the fruits of his labor, Ares never forgot the dangers outside. He stood on the balcony of his new castle, staring out at the untamed wilderness below, knowing that the real test had only just begun. "My kingdom is safe—for now," he whispered to Ely and other's, who stood beside him. "But the future is always unpredictable. I must remain vigilant."

With a calm, confident smile, Ares looked toward the horizon. He had built his kingdom, secured his future, and prepared for the battles ahead. His journey was far from over, but for the first time, he felt the weight of his responsibility shift into something new: not just a warrior, but a ruler. A ruler who would protect what he had built and ensure that his kingdom would rise in strength and glory, prepared for whatever challenges the future would bring.

And with that, Ares' slow life continued—a life full of battles to fight, challenges to overcome, and a kingdom to rule. The legend of Ares had only just begun.