When I opened my eyes, I was an orphan on the battlefield at the end of the Warring States Period, with the cold blade of Senju Tobirama at my side. When Hashirama and Madara made peace, and the blueprint of Konoha was laid out in the smoke of war, I, a "consultant" with memories from another world, became the silent cornerstone of the ninja village with my blueprints and vision.
From the heroic spirit of the First Hokage to Madara's betrayal, from the rise of the Sannin to Orochimaru's betrayal, from the Nine-Tails Rebellion to the dust of the Fourth War... For ninety years, I witnessed Konoha's rise from nothing, from a seedling to a towering giant. I participated in its construction, mediated crises, and promoted change, leaving a small but profound mark on the wheel of history. When Boruto's time arrived, I put down my blueprints and closed my eyes peacefully before the waterfall of the Valley of the End. There is only one line of words on the tombstone:
**"A homesick stranger once took root under a giant tree."**
This is the story of the time traveler Toru Kazama, an ordinary epic about a man who truly lived, loved, and struggled in the Naruto world, and ultimately returned to dust.
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Durum | Completed |
Eklenme Tarihi | 12 Eylül 2025 |
Yazar | |
Requested By | Yan_5c99ca52Lv. 2 |
Released By | Mg1995Lv. 2 |
Tür | fan-fiction |
Haftalık | #1377 |
Aylık | #7210 |
Tüm Zamanlar | #18757 |
Etiketler | Fanfiction,Male Protagonist |