I don't own Naruto.
"Healer-sama, come quick! The ninjas have returned, and they need healing." A town woman cried.
'Healer' a young man quickly rose from where he had been sandy the wood for the newest house being built, and fled towards the entrance of the village. Nods of respect and awe met him, and the way was quickly opened for him. Many of the women and some of male population felt their hearts beat quicken, as they saw 'Healer'.
Healer wasn't really named healer, but no one remembered what he had said his name was when he had first came to this village, as they hadn't cared really; he was just a young teenager at the time. His stay had been suppose to be a temporarily rest, but just a few days after he arrived in the village, attacks had been launched against them. This surprised everyone, their village, Gaia, was poor and falling about. Their visitors came only when they were traveling and even then when they came it was due to having no other choice. Their village was dedicated to life itself. Protecting the animals and plants were the world. Ninjas were far and few, in fact they had only a few ninjas at all, and any self respecting ninja village would scoff at what they considered ninjas, villages had more power Genin than their ninjas. And for the healers, they had few of them, who could heal shallow cuts, and make potions for colds, but that was it. They weren't many serious ninjas fights or training so very little injuries needed to be healed.
When the attack had occurred, fear had swept village, they couldn't fight, and the ninjas attacking were strong and trained. In fact they would have fallen, except for the stranger who had just arrived a few days before, who they now called Healer. He was a ninja, powerful beyond comprehension to the village and had protected them during the attack, until the enemy had retreated. With the battle over, he had used the last of his charka to heal the injured, before clasping. They had moved him into one of the nicer beds in the nicest home they had and seeing he had very little serious injuries, those he had were healing faster than they had ever seen, just made sure he comfortable.
When the young teenager had awaken, Jake, a little boy, who had lived in the house, called him healer and the name had stuck ever since. Healer had stayed, due to the pleading of the village, and helped them not only restore what the attacks had lost but improve the town, so that market could increase and money could flow in. He had been talked into training the ninjas of their village and healers. At first Healer had planned to stay for only a few more months, but seeing how pathetic they all were, and that he was needed to make treaties with other villages, and help them hone their skills to bring in money, ended up staying for four years.