NARUTO: The Saga of Crimson Monarch

The moon hung heavy in the sky as Ares crouched on the branch of a massive tree, the dark canopy above him a veil that shrouded his presence. His crimson eyes, illuminated by the intricate rings of his Rinnegan, scanned the chaos unfolding below. Clutched in his hand was his iPad—an oddity in this ancient world, but one of his few keepsakes from his past life. Ares had to record the events that unfolded.

Kaguya's arrival had tipped the delicate balance of power in the Land of Ancestors. Nations bickered and clashed, their greed and jealousy consuming them like wildfire. Ares watched from the shadows as armies burned villages in their pursuit of dominance. He moved swiftly, his footsteps soundless, his cloak blending seamlessly with the night.

In one village, he came upon a heart-wrenching scene. A boy no older than seven knelt in the ash and rubble of his home, clutching the lifeless body of his sister. His small frame shook with sobs as he whispered her name over and over again. Nearby, an elderly woman sat motionless, her eyes wide with shock as the charred remains of her family smoldered in the ruins.

Ares' fists clenched at his sides. He felt the familiar burn of anger rising in his chest, mingling with a deep sadness that threatened to consume him. "Why does it always end like this?" he muttered under his breath.

Fenrir, who served as his loyal companion, appeared beside him standing like a guardian puppy . "Ares, you can't save everyone," she said gently, her voice tinged with sorrow.

"I know," he replied, his voice cold and steady. "But I can save those who are still breathing."

Ares descended into the ruined village like a phantom, his steps silent, his aura suppressed. The boy didn't notice him at first, too consumed by grief. When Ares knelt beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder, the boy flinched and looked up, his tear-streaked face filled with terror.

"You're safe now," Ares said softly, his voice steady and comforting.

The boy stared at him, unsure whether to trust this stranger cloaked in shadows. But Ares' presence, calm yet commanding, seemed to ease his fear.

With a flick of his hand, Ares summoned several Shadow Clones. They moved efficiently, pulling survivors from the rubble, extinguishing fires, and tending to the wounded. He worked tirelessly, never stopping to rest. Each life he saved was a small victory, though the weight of those he couldn't haunted him like a shadow.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to the lifeless bodies he couldn't save, his voice trembling with unspoken anguish. "I swear... as long other's are still draw their breath, I'll save them."

Days passed, and the chaos escalated. The Land of That launched a full-scale attack on the Land of Ancestors, demanding Kaguya's surrender. Ares followed Kaguya closely, always hidden, always watching. He recorded every moment, his eyes sharp. He saw her struggle to protect Aino, her loyal servant, and how the betrayal of those she had trusted hardened her heart.

Then came the night the moon turned crimson. Ares felt the surge of chakra even before the light enveloped the land. Kaguya had unleashed the Infinite Tsukuyomi. The entire world fell silent as people collapsed where they stood, their eyes glazed over as they succumbed to the genjutsu.

But Ares remained unaffected. His Rinnegan glowed faintly, countering the technique with ease. He stood alone in a world frozen in illusion, watching as the sleeping masses dreamed of a false peace.

Ely appeared beside him, her wings drooping with despair. "This… this isn't peace," she said, her voice trembling.

"No," Ares agreed, his gaze fixed on Kaguya as she floated above The God Tree, her expression a mixture of sorrow and resolve. "It's fear disguised as peace."

The cries of the innocent and the weight of their suffering fueled Ares' determination. He didn't see himself as a savior. He couldn't save everyone—he knew that. But he could help those who still had a chance.

"I understand her pain," he said quietly, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "She's lost everything—her trust, her love, her hope. But this isn't the way."

Rimuru, his loyal slime companion, appeared at his side, its usually cheerful demeanor replaced by fear shaking uncontrollably. "Master I'm scared ..."

"it'll be fine," he said firmly. "I'll gather strength, build alliances, and protect those who can't protect themselves. One day, I'll end this cycle of hatred. One day, I'll save her too."

Ely and Fenrir exchanged a glance, their expressions softening. They had pledged their loyalty to Ares long ago, and his unwavering determination only deepened their respect for him.

"You're not alone in this My Liege," Ely said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We'll stand with you, always."

As Kaguya's shadow loomed over the world, Ares moved like a ghost, helping where he could, his actions unseen and unrecognized. He wasn't a hero in the eyes of the world—he didn't want to be. But to those he saved, he was a beacon of hope in the darkness.

Each life he touched, each injustice he corrected, brought him closer to his goal. The road ahead was long and filled with challenges, but Ares' resolve burned brighter than ever.

"Someday," he whispered to himself as he watch Kaguya from the distance "I'll bring true peace to this world. Not through fear, but through understanding. And maybe… maybe I can save you too Kaguya."

The reflection of his Rinnegan glimmered in the darkness, a symbol of his unyielding will. Though the world was shrouded in despair, Ares remained a solitary light—a phantom in the night, a warrior bound by a promise to create a better future.