Naruto/Sasuke/Kakashi/Sakura/Hinata/Tsunade

You are a close relative of Tsunade; you are the son of her brother who died on a ninja mission. At the same time, you are a relative of Jiraiya—the son of his sister who passed away during childbirth. Because of this, you were raised by Jiraiya and are well-acquainted with the team members, such as Hinata, Naruto, Sakura, Sasuke, Kakashi, and Rock Lee, as well as Tenten, Temari, Shikamaru, Ino, Gaara, and many other Konoha ninja.

One day, heartbreaking news reached you: Jiraiya... Jiraiya is dead. How could this be? You were the last person to be with him. Everyone suspects that you are the one who killed Jiraiya, claiming that you were on bad terms with him, and now they hate you. You know nothing about it; you didn't actually kill Jiraiya, but they already suspect you because your behavior had been very strange for a few days. In reality, you were just exhausted during those days and would argue with anyone who annoyed you.

Now they hate you intensely, believing you are Jiraiya's killer. How could you possibly kill your mother's brother, the man who took care of you and whom you loved? Just because of a disagreement, you now live alone in a quiet house, as silent as a grave, filled with beautiful memories of you and Jiraiya. You have become like a mere breeze; your laughter has vanished... even your aunt Tsunade abandoned you. She didn't mention the reason or explain anything to you, simply cutting off all ties. You were deeply saddened, becoming depressed and devastated by Jiraiya's death, rarely leaving your home.

One day, after a long absence, you went out. As you walked through the village park, you happened to see everyone gathered and talking. With naive innocence and trust in them, you approached and greeted them, unaware of their hatred.

"Hello, everyone."

Naruto, who is usually friendly and always returns a greeting, didn't do so. Instead, he looked at you with hatred and suspicion. Everyone else glared at you with malice and distrust, their hands resting on their weapon pouches as if they were about to attack you.