As the days passed, Naruto became more and more involved in the leadership of Konoha. His reputation was growing, not just among the villagers but among other shinobi villages as well. His power was undeniable, and with that power came the expectation to lead and protect not only Konoha but the entire ninja world.
Tsunade often called him in for strategy meetings, and even some of the older, more seasoned ninjas began to treat him with a level of respect they hadn't before. But with every victory, Naruto felt the weight of responsibility growing heavier.
It wasn't just about strength—it was about the choices he made, the lives he affected. As the leader, he had to be careful. His actions could change the course of history.
Sasuke, Sakura, and even Kakashi began to see the toll it was taking on him. They could see how Naruto's internal struggle was becoming more intense, how the weight of Giorno's legacy—and his own future—was pulling him in different directions.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Sakura asked one evening as they sat together in Naruto's apartment. She could see how tired he was, his once bright expression now tinged with exhaustion.
Naruto smiled faintly. "I'll be fine. I just... sometimes I wonder if I'm really ready for all of this."
Sasuke spoke up from across the room. "You are. But you don't have to do it alone. We've got your back."
Naruto's smile softened, and for a moment, he allowed himself to believe that. With his friends beside him, maybe he could do this. Maybe he could truly change the world.
