The Foundation of Konoha: from Warring States Period to Boruto

When I opened my eyes, I became an orphan on the battlefield at the end of the Warring States Period, with the cold blades between thousands of hands beside me. When Hashirama and Madara shook hands and made peace, Konoha's blueprint was spread out in the smoke. I, the "advisor" with memories of another world, became the silent cornerstone of the Ninja Village with my drawings and vision. From the arrogance of the first Hokage to Madara's betrayal, from the growth of the Sannin to Orochimaru's betrayal, from the Nine-Tails Rebellion to the dust of the Fourth War... In the past ninety years, I have witnessed Konoha grow from scratch, from seedlings to towering trees. I participated in construction, mediated crises, promoted changes, and left small but profound marks on the wheel of history. When the era of Boruto came, I put down the drawings and closed my eyes peacefully in front of the waterfall in the Valley of the End. There is only one line of words on the tombstone: **"A homesick stranger once took root for a giant tree."** This is the story of the time traveler Toru Kazama, an ordinary epic who truly lived, loved, struggled in the world of Naruto, and finally returned to dust.