NARUTO: The Saga of Crimson Monarch

Ares made a hand sign, and two clones appeared at his side, each holding an instrument—one with a violin, the other with a flute.

"Before you go, everyone, let me sing you a song."

"This song is called Blue Bird. It's a tribute to those who survived, bearing the scars of this war, and to those who gave their lives for a better tomorrow. May its melody offer solace and help heal your souls, even just a little."

[Intro]

Habataitara

Modoranai to itte

Mezashita no wa

Aoi aoi ano sora

[Verse 1]

"Kanashimi" wa mada oboerarezu

''setsuna sa" wa ima tsukami hajimeta

Anata e to idaku kono kanjou mo

Ima ''kotoba'' ni kawatte iku

Souta "How can lord asura hold so much emotion and still stand there so strong?"

Akimitsu "I can't stop crying. How does he make pain sound so beautiful?"

Osuke "It's as if he's reminding us that even in our darkest moments, we're never truly alone."

Isaw (tearfully): "This is what it means to be human, to feel everything so deeply."

Kaito "I'll carry this moment with me forever. He's given us something we can't repay."

Kanto (clutching his chest): "I didn't even know I needed this. It's like... he understands me."

Ares' voice, laden with the weight of raw emotion, resonated deeply, speaking volumes to the hearts of everyone present.

[Chorus]

Habataitara modoranai to itte

Sagashita no wa shiroi shiroi ano kumo

Tsukinuketara mitsukaru to shitte

Furikiru hodo aoi aoi ano sora

Aoi aoi ano sora aoi aoi ano sora

Kenji "I'm not crying! Okay, maybe I am... but can you blame me?"

Ryogi "even the guy in the back row is wiping his eyes. No one's immune to this."

Yuuto *When he hit that high note, I swear I saw stars. Actual stars!"

"How is this even possible…?" Zeno whispered, his voice trembling. "How can something so beautiful exist after everything we've been through?"

Meiji (voice shaking): "I haven't smiled in so long… I forgot what it felt like."

Yuusei "That's the power of this song my lord. It's not just the music, it's the hope it's giving us."

The song carried on, each note soaring like the wind itself, weaving a vivid tapestry of peace and freedom they had scarcely dared to dream of.

In the crowd, some leaned on one another, eyes closed as the music guided them to a place of peaceful reflection, this song, offered a flicker of hope, a belief that healing could begin.

Young girl (clutching her father's hand): "Dad, my heart feels warm again."

Father (smiling): "It's the music, sweetheart. It's helping us heal, one note at a time."

Young girl: "Do you think we'll be okay?"

Father: "I think... for the first time, I'm sure of it."

As the chorus swelled, the world seemed to shift. The walls of fear and distance crumbled, giving way to something new. The people stood, hands to their hearts—some crying, others laughing, all moved by a power beyond understanding.

Ares watched with a quiet smile, his heart swelling at the sight. This was more than a performance—it was a reminder of the beauty that could still bloom in a broken world, a moment where they could all breathe, together.

Aoi aoi ano sora

Aoi aoi ano sora

As the song concluded, there was a long pause. Silence fell for a heartbeat, before the crowd erupted into cheers, shouts of joy, and tears of relief. The weight that had hung over them for so long was beginning to lift. They were still tired, but their spirits had been reignited. The future was no longer something to fear—it was something to look forward to.

As the song ended, a brief silence lingered before the crowd erupted in cheers, shouts of joy, and tears of relief. The weight that had long burdened them began to lift. Though weary, their spirits were reignited. The future was no longer a fear—it was a hope to embrace.

Ares bowed his head alongside his two clones, his heart full and his smile gentle. "Thank you, everyone," he said softly, his voice a quiet echo after the storm of emotion that had washed over them all.

The people began to settle, their movements slower but lighter now, offering thanks for Ares' performance. Smiles were exchanged, and comforting words passed as they eased into a peaceful reprieve. It wasn't a permanent solution, but it was a start.

One by one, families and survivors spoke, their voices trembling with gratitude.

"I never thought I'd smile again after all we've lost," a woman whispered, tears still fresh on her cheeks. "But this… it feels like the world has been lifted from our shoulders. We can finally rest. We can breathe again."

Another man nodded, his voice heavy with emotion. "It's as if the world has given us a second chance… through this song."

And with that, they began to rest—united, healing, smiles gracing their faces as they slept, ready to face whatever came next.