NARUTO: The Saga of Crimson Monarch

As the last remnants of the clash faded, the battlefield stood in eerie silence. Jagged craters scarred the land, remnants of a cataclysmic duel. Mountains had been reduced to rubble, rivers redirected by the force of the battle, and the very air seemed heavy with the lingering aura of destruction.

Hagoromo and Hamura lay sprawled on the ground, their battered bodies barely able to move. Yet, despite their previous grievous injuries, the brothers laughed—a laughter filled with triumph and relief. blood and sweat mixing into the dirt beneath them. For the first time in their lives, they had felt the wrath of a god, and against all odds, they had endured.

From the sky, Kaguya descended, her white robes flowing behind her like the veil of judgment. Her Byakugan activated immediately, scanning the destruction with wide, horrified eyes. Her serene beauty was marred by the visible anger brewing beneath her calm demeanor. Her gaze landed on her sons—broken, bloodied, and laughing like children who had just pulled off the most mischievous prank.

"What in the name of the heavens has happened here?" she demanded, her voice echoing like thunder across the battlefield.

The brothers looked at her, still grinning through their pain. Hamura struggled to sit up, "Mother…" he managed to chuckle, "we… survived."

Kaguya knelt beside them, her fingers glowing with chakra as she worked tirelessly to check their broken bodies. She bit back her rising anger, her heart torn between pride in their resilience and fury at the destruction surrounding them.

"You're lucky you survived," she hissed. "And you're laughing? Look at yourselves! Look at this place! Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Hagoromo winced as she check his arm. "It wasn't… our fault," he muttered, his grin unwavering. "It was his."

"Who?" Kaguya's sharp gaze narrowed.

The brothers exchanged glances but said nothing, their smiles infuriatingly cryptic.

Kaguya's patience snapped. She smacked both of them lightly on the head, her motherly instincts breaking through her composed demeanor. "Enough with your childish grins! Speak up!"

But the brothers only burst into laughter again, the sound carrying a strange mix of exhaustion and joy. Kaguya sighed, her anger fading into exasperation. "You both !."

Kaguya escorted her sons back to the village, leaving the battlefield behind. But even as they left, the destruction became the stuff of legend.

POV: [ Yuki, Civilian ]

Yuki had always been curious, but curiosity had turned to terror as he approached the site of the battle. He had felt the earth tremble beneath his feet, heard the unnatural roars that shook the skies. What he found there would haunt him for the rest of his days.

The land was unrecognizable—a gaping crater stretched as far as the eye could see, blackened and charred as if a dragon fire had scorched it. Trees were reduced to ash, and the air smelled of ozone and death. Yuki stumbled back, his legs trembling as he fled toward the village, his heart pounding in his chest.

Back in the village, he told anyone who would listen of the destruction he had witnessed. "It's cursed," he whispered to the gathering crowd. "That place… it's not for us. It's the dwelling of gods, or worse, demons. Nothing good can come from there."

In the following days, the villagers began calling the site The Forbidden Cursed Land

, a place where the gods had descended to wage war. Parents warned their children never to go near it, and stories began to grow—tales of howling winds that carried the cries of a fallen, of a demonic light that would strike down anyone who dared to enter.

The brothers, meanwhile, were confined to their rooms as Kaguya tended to their bodies. She demanded answers, but they only smiled and spoke in riddles, sharing silent looks that betrayed the depth of the bond forged in that battle.

Far away, standing on the edge of the mountain that overlooked the village, Ares watched them from afar. His arms were crossed, his form still as stone, the wind carrying his cloak behind him. His left hand bore the scar of their combined final strike—a reminder of their strength and resolve even he had the power to erased the scar.

He smiled faintly, the pride of a master shining in his crimson eyes. "You've both surpassed my expectations," he murmured. "Now, it's your turn to protect what you hold dear."

With that, he turned away, disappearing into the horizon, leaving behind the legacy of a battle that would never be forgotten.

Years passed, and the site of the battle became shrouded in myth. Some called it the birthplace of heroes; others whispered of it as a cursed land. But no matter how the stories varied, one thing remained constant—the tale of a god-like warrior and two brothers who dared to challenge him.

For Hagoromo and Hamura, it was more than a trial. It was the day they became legends in their own right, carrying forward the teachings of their master and the scars of the Crimson Asura's Wrath.

Their journey had only just begun.