NARUTO: The Saga of Crimson Monarch

A golden sunrise broke over the village, its soft light stretching across fields and rooftops as the people began their daily routines. Hagoromo and Hamura Otsutsuki, as always, were already hard at work, helping villagers with tasks—be it gathering firewood, mending roofs, or simply entertaining children with their playful antics. The elder twin, Hagoromo, exuded a mischievous energy, often teasing his quieter, more patient brother Hamura, but never failing to look out for him when it mattered most. Together, their bond was unshakable, and the village adored them for their kind hearts and youthful spirit.

But on this particular morning, something—or someone—would change their lives forever.

A commotion rippled through the village square, where a crowd had gathered. The brothers exchanged a glance before weaving through the bustling onlookers. At the center stood a tall man, effortlessly commanding attention without ever asking for it. He was simple in appearance—black hair falling neatly over a fair, flawless face, with sharp yet kind eyes that exuded both strength and gentleness. His lean, muscular form moved with perfect grace, as though his very existence embodied the ideal balance of power and control.

In his hands, a soft light glowed—a cool, light blue chakra.that pulsed as he placed his palms on an injured villager's arm. The crowd gasped as wounds began to close, skin knitting back together before their eyes. It was a power that Hagoromo and Hamura recognized immediately.

"Chakra…?" Hamura whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Hagoromo, unable to contain himself, stepped forward. "Who are you?" he blurted out, his curiosity outweighing any restraint.

The man turned his gaze toward them, his eyes calm and wise. "Yachi," he said simply, his voice deep and soothing. There was no arrogance in his tone, no desire for praise—only quiet strength.

The brothers stood still for a moment, sharing a look of silent understanding. Whoever this "Yachi" was, he wasn't an ordinary man. He use of chakra. Yet despite the questions that burned in their minds, they asked nothing further. Something about him made it easy to trust him.

Over the days that followed, Hagoromo and Hamura found themselves drawn to Yachi, unable to resist their curiosity. They visited him often, finding him either tending to the sick, teaching villagers small remedies, or sitting quietly by the riverbank, as if at peace with the world.

"What's with that chakra of his?" Hagoromo would mutter under his breath whenever they saw him heal someone with that blue light.

"It's just like ours," Hamura would reply, his voice laced with both wonder and confusion.

Unable to deny their growing fascination, the brothers began helping Yachi with his work, offering their strength where needed. Together, the three of them became an inseparable trio.

Yachi's humble home, a small wooden hut on the village outskirts, soon became a familiar place for the brothers. They would often barge in unannounced, only to find Yachi already expecting them with a knowing smile.

"Back again?" he would tease.

"Of course!" Hagoromo would reply boldly, "Someone's got to keep you company, stranger!"

Hamura, always the gentler of the two, would bow politely and say, "We just… like being around you."

Yachi would only laugh, a sound so full of life that it made the brothers feel like the world was brighter when he was near.

It wasn't long before the brothers glimpsed another side of Yachi—a swordsman who, at times, wielded his blade with quiet precision. One afternoon, Yachi tossed two wooden staves at their feet, his expression serious.

"You two rely too much on your chakra," Yachi said, his sharp gaze steady. The brothers exchanged a curious glance—how did he know about chakra? Still, they followed as he added, "Strength comes from more than power. Come. Spar with me."

The brothers grinned, confidence glowing in their eyes. "Don't underestimate us!" Hagoromo declared.

But what followed was a humbling lesson neither would forget. Yachi moved with terrifying precision, his strikes swift and deliberate. No matter how fast Hagoromo attacked or how carefully Hamura defended, Yachi was always one step ahead, disarming and knocking them down with ease.

"You're overextending," he would correct Hagoromo, flicking his staff to unbalance him.

"Patience, Hamura. Timing is key," he'd say softly, as Hamura hesitated before an opening.

Though bruised and battered, the brothers refused to give up. "Again!" Hagoromo shouted after being floored for the fourth time.

Yachi's smile returned. "Good. You'll learn faster this way."

Bruised and weary, they returned home late at night, met by Kaguya's inquisitive gaze. She observed their swift progress but dismissed it as the result of their natural talent and unwavering resolve.

One evening, as they sat by the lake, enjoying fish cooked to perfection by Yachi, Hagoromo couldn't help but be amazed by his cooking skills. The brothers exchanged embarrassed glances, recalling their mother's less-than-impressive cooking. As they ate, Hagoromo finally asked, a question that had been burning in his mind. "Yachi… do you know anything about the Crimson-Haired Asura?"

Hamura's eyes lit up, his excitement matching his brother's. "Yes! The hero who saves people, the one they say is unmatched in strength and kindness!"

Yachi paused for a moment, a small, knowing smile on his lips. "Ah, him," he said, his tone thoughtful. "I've encountered him once during my travels. A mysterious man, that one. Though I didn't get a close look."

The brothers' jaws dropped, their excitement bubbling over. "You met him?!" Hagoromo nearly shouted.

"What was he like?" Hamura added, trembling with excitement.

Yachi chuckled softly. "Strong, for certain. But strength alone does not make a hero. Remember that."

Hagoromo and Hamura exchanged determined looks before standing tall and striking identical heroic poses. "We'll be like him!" Hagoromo declared.

"The heroes who save the world!" Hamura chimed in.

Yachi couldn't help but laugh, his voice warm and full of affection. "Then train hard," he said. "A hero's path is not an easy one."

Days turned into weeks, and the bond between Yachi and the brothers deepened. Together, they healed the sick, shared meals, and sparred endlessly beneath the open sky.

Over the years, Hagoromo and Hamura kept Yachi's identity a secret. Though they often wondered about his origins—how he could use chakra so effortlessly and possess such unmatched skill—they respected his privacy. To them, Yachi was their elder brother and a master who shaped their future.

As for Kaguya, she continued to enjoy her peaceful life, blissfully unaware of the mysterious figure who played such a pivotal role in her sons' growth.

Late at night, as moonlight spilled across the room, Yachi would lie awake, Ely resting on his head while Rimuru nestled against his chest while Fenrir nestle in his side.

"They'll be ready," he murmured softly, his gaze fixed on the stars. "I just hope they never have to face the pain I know is coming."

Ely stirred and whispered, "You care for them deeply My Liege"

"I do," Yachi replied. "They're good kids. I just hope their hearts remain pure… even when the storm arrives."

And so, under the guidance of the mysterious Yachi, Hagoromo and Hamura grew—unaware of the truth that lay hidden in their elder brother's past. A truth that would one day shape their destiny.