The dimly lit interrogation room was cold and uninviting, with a palpable tension hanging in the air. Boruto sat at the metal table, his back straight and his hands restrained behind him. The cuffs bit into his wrists, a constant reminder of his precarious situation. Despite his confinement, his sharp, unyielding gaze showed no hint of submission. Ibiki stood across the table, his expression as calculating as ever. His piercing eyes met Boruto’s, unflinching and resolute. The silence between them was heavy, but it was clear who would break it first.
“It seems you have noticed,” Konohamaru said, his voice calm but deliberate. There was no anger in his tone, only the weight of authority and responsibility. Boruto remained quiet, his face impassive but his eyes carrying a spark of defiance. Konohamaru’s statement lingered in the air, the meaning behind his words evident to both of them.
Konohamaru gestured subtly toward Boruto’s bound hands. “The cuffs I used to lock your hands,” he added, the words deliberate, almost a challenge. Boruto didn’t flinch. His posture and the faint tension in his jaw spoke volumes; he was far from defeated. Yet, in this room, the weight of the moment hung over him, a reminder of the distance he still had to traverse and the struggles that awaited him. The room, silent again, seemed to echo with unspoken words. Each figure stood firm in their resolve, but it was clear this confrontation marks the beginning of a much larger conflict.
Table of Contents
The Calm Before the Storm
The dimly lit room carried an oppressive silence, punctuated only by the occasional metallic clink of Boruto’s cuffs as he adjusted his position in the chair. His hands, tightly restrained behind him, flexed slightly against the high-tech bindings. The tension in his shoulders betrayed his frustration, though his face remained calm, his sharp eyes fixed on the figures before him.
“These are the sealing handcuffs made by Amado. No matter how many seals are formed, the technique won’t activate. Even your specialty, flying jutsu is impossible.” Konohamaru’s voice broke the stillness. He gestured to the cuffs on Boruto’s wrists with a measured expression. Boruto’s gaze didn’t waver, though his eyes narrowed slightly.
He was listening intently. “And don’t even think about breaking it…” the voice continued, its tone steady and assured. “It’s electronically controlled, but it’s extremely resistant to impacts. You’ll just injure your arm.” Boruto’s head tilted slightly, his voice breaking through for the first time in the conversation. “Is everyone else safe?” he asked, his voice calm but tinged with concern. Boruto’s second question followed smoothly, probing further. “What happened to the enemies?”
The response came quickly. “If it’s those guys, they’re gone. We were attacked to some extent, but regardless, this incident,” the voice trailed off briefly, the implication hanging in the air. Konohamaru adds further, his voice carrying a tone of reassurance and control. “Several of our comrades were targeted,” he explained. “Sarada and Himawari are safe… The team of InoShikaCho are safe too.” The weight of the moment lingered. Despite the explanations, the tension in the room remained thick, a clear indication that this was just the beginning of a far greater conflict.
A Fallen Comrade
The room was filled with a calm yet tense atmosphere, the soft hum of chakra techniques barely audible over the quiet murmurs of concern. Inojin laying motionless on the hospital bed, his pale face betraying the severity of the injuries he had endured. Over him, a skilled healer, Sakura worked with care and precision, her hands glowing faintly as she channeled chakra to heal his wounds. “That’s amazing,” Sakura remarked, her voice tinged with both amazement and relief. Her gaze softened as she observed the results of her efforts. “I can’t believe that you survived such severe injuries, It’s completely healed now,” she added, her hands still steady as the last of the healing technique completed its work.
There was a brief pause as her words settled in. Everyone gathered around the bed. “Well then, Is he okay?” came the concerned question from someone nearby, breaking the silence. Someone remarked, “He’s not reacting at all.” Another question followed, spoken hesitantly. “When will he wake up?” The figure’s lack of response heightened the unease in the room. Sakura straightened slightly, glancing back at the group. “It seems like his chakra flow was cut off,” she explained, her tone clinical but reassuring. “But it’s fine now if we let the chakra flow through.” Sakura added with a touch of optimism in her voice, “He’ll probably wake up soon.”
Himawari sitting close to the bedside, her voice gentle but worried, added, “That’s good.” Her relief was palpable, though the tension in the room remained. Sakura nodded thoughtfully. “It was a good idea to bring him to the hospital,” she reassured them, her calm presence grounding the room’s collective anxiety. The quiet returned, the group watching over their fallen comrade with a mix of concern and cautious hope. Though the worst had passed, they all knew that the journey ahead was far from over.
Unseen Threats
The room was still, the sound of faint breathing the only indication of life from Inojin, lying on the bed, in an unconscious state. Ino stood nearby, her expression a mixture of concern and quiet determination. Her sharp eyes softened briefly as she observed the injured figure before her.
Meanwhile, in another part of the village, Boruto sat in the stark interrogation room. Across from him sat Konohamaru, flanked by another figure. The room’s oppressive atmosphere left no room for pleasantries. The moment had finally come. “Well then, Boruto,” Konohamaru said, his voice steady and firm. “Finally, we can talk.” His words hung in the air, each syllable a reminder of the gravity of their discussion. “There are a lot of things I want to ask you,” he added, the weight of unanswered questions pressing heavily on his mind. Boruto, his posture restrained but composed, locked eyes with Konohamaru. Despite the situation, he maintained his resolve, ready for the questions that would come.
Elsewhere, in the shadows of an ornate room, a council gathered, their presence exuding authority and mystery. The Gonoha Elders of the council observed the discussions with measured gazes, while a figure among them smirked, fingers brushing his chin in contemplation. “Those guys who attacked the Leaf Village,” a voice added, cutting through the air, directed at the council. “Who are those guys?” one of the elders questioned, their tone heavy with implication.
Initiation of Interrogation
The quiet tension of the interrogation room was palpable, as Konohamaru observed Boruto closely. Standing outside, one of the Shikamaru narrowed his eyes, his thoughts cutting through the silence. “And why were Sarada and Himawari targeted?” he wondered aloud, his voice carrying the weight of unanswered questions. Inside the room, the interrogation had begun. The stark setting reflected the serious nature of the situation. Boruto, seated in the center, remained calm, his resolve seemingly unshaken despite the tension surrounding him.
Elsewhere, Kawaki stood in the open air, his sharp gaze scanning the horizon as if expecting trouble. The wind howled around him, rustling the leaves and underscoring the unease he felt. He didn’t speak, his silence saying more than words ever could. Back inside, a dimly lit room revealed Eida seated casually, yet their words carried a hint of urgency. “It’s begun, the interrogation of Boruto…” Eida stated, her eyes sharp and her voice filled with interest.
Daemon leaned back lazily, his posture relaxed but her tone pointed. “Isn’t this bad, Kawaki?” he questioned, glancing toward him. “What are you going to do? If that guy Boruto spills everything…” Eida’s expression darkened as Daemon asked the question that lingered in the air. The pieces were moving, each player bound by their own motives and stakes in the unfolding events.
Shadows of Betrayal
The room was thick with tension, every word exchanged carrying the weight of hidden truths and deep-seated fears. Daemon reclined lazily, his playful smirk barely hiding the sharp edge of his words. “I don’t think there’s anyone out there who would believe that you two are ‘opposite sides,’” he said with mock amusement. His tone was biting, taunting, as his eyes gleamed with curiosity. “If everyone finds out that you’re the reason for his loneliness and he killed Hokage, it’s just… wow,” Across from him, Kawaki’s expression darkened. Daemon added, “What kind of reaction will everyone have?”
From the side, Eida’s voice interjected, sharp and protective. “I told you to stop talking about that, Daemon. Don’t make fun of Kawaki,” she warned, her eyes narrowing in irritation at her brother’s antics. Kawaki’s fists clenched as he responded coldly. “It won’t change anything…” His voice trailed off for a moment before his sharp gaze returned to Daemon.
“What is that bastard claiming?” Daemon’s smirk only grew as he tilted his head. “The fact that the Seventh disappeared because of that guy will never change,” Kawaki said with deliberate emphasis, his words digging into the unspoken wounds between them. Daemon shrugged, but his smug expression remained. Meanwhile, Kawaki’s face hardened further as his thoughts churned. “He’s dangerous. You never know when he might go out of control,” Kawaki said grimly.
His words were heavy with a mix of warning and conviction. “That’s his true nature.” Kawaki’s voice cut in, his tone carrying the finality of his certainty. “Momoshiki will take control of his body… sooner or later.” His declaration hung in the air like a prophecy, the tension in the room thickening further as the implications of his words sank in.
Eida’s gaze softened momentarily as she turned to Kawaki. “But before that,” he started, his voice trailing slightly as his eyes locked with her. Each figure in the room sat in the shadow of truths they could not ignore. The lines between alliances and enmity blurred, the weight of the Seventh Hokage’s absence casting a long shadow over them all.
Secrets of the Shinju Revealed
The wind howled faintly outside, carrying with it the weight of unspoken words and looming threats. Kawaki stood near the window, his sharp gaze fixed on the distance as if lost in thought. His expression was unreadable, but his words broke through the silence with precision. “There is a need to pull out the ‘information’ he has about Shinjus,” he said, his tone unwavering. “In order to deal with those mysterious monsters.” The room held a heavy air of focus, the kind that comes before a revelation. Mitsuki, standing nearby, raised a brow at the gravity of Kawaki’s statement.
Elsewhere, “Shinju with self-awareness?” Konohamaru questioned, his tone carrying a mixture of intrigue and concern. “Humanoid Shinju?” Boruto, sitting at the center of the room, shifted slightly. His expression was calm but determined as he added, “That’s right. “I just fought one. His original form was Old Man Sasuke,” His voice carried the weight of firsthand knowledge, an unsettling truth that lingered in the room.
Konohamaru frowned slightly, his mind clearly working through the implications. Boruto continued, meeting their gazes with resolve. “It reflects the chakra of those who were devoured by the Ten Tails and turned into ‘trees.’” Boruto revealed, his words shocking in their matter-of-fact delivery. “I saw it with my own eyes. Matsuri’s original form was Professor Moegi.” The room fell into a brief silence, the gravity of his words sinking in. Konohamaru’s face tightened, his thoughts spinning as he asked the inevitable question, his tone quiet but firm. “The festival?” His question hung in the air, unanswered for the moment, as each of them wrestled with the growing realization of what lay ahead.
Awakened Intelligence
The conversation unfolded with an air of urgency, each word carrying the weight of a looming threat. Konohamaru’s expression hardened as he listened, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Be careful Konohamaru Sensei, Matsuri will try to eat the target,” Boruto warned, his tone sharp. “And the ‘target’ is you.” His gaze was unwavering, his words a clear message to Konohamaru. Konohamaru frowned in response, clearly absorbing the gravity of Boruto’s words. “What?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief but laced with caution.
Amado, ever the strategist, adjusted his glasses, his sharp eyes peering into the distance as he began to explain. “The Ten Tails’ original purpose,” he started, “is to devour the Otsutsuki, become the ‘Divine Tree,’ and take root in the Earth.” His tone was matter-of-fact, as if describing a natural but terrifying phenomenon. “In order to suck out all the life from the planet and create the ‘Chakra Fruit.’ I know it.” Amado nodded slightly and elaborated, his voice carrying a faint note of intrigue.
“But they have gained ‘intelligence’ now… We should think of them as no longer ‘beasts’ who only follow their instincts.” He paused, his expression thoughtful, before continuing. “Intellectual curiosity generally demands information. Emotional movements and new knowledge based on ‘experience’…” The group remained silent for a moment as the full impact of his words settled.
Amado’s fingers grazed his chin thoughtfully before he continued. “Maybe that’s the… information… they want.” “Information?” Konohamaru echoed, his voice sharp, as if seeking clarity amidst the storm of details. The implications of his words were heavy. The enemy’s newfound intelligence elevated the threat they posed, transforming them from mere creatures into calculating forces with intent.
Jura, the Incarnation of Chaos
The atmosphere was heavy with tension, the weight of the conversation pressing down on everyone in the room. Konohamaru’s voice broke through the silence, his tone laced with unease. “Are they trying to get ‘information’? By ‘eating’ Sarada, Himawari, and me?” The question hung in the air, his words sharp and cutting. Boruto, standing resolute, met Konohamaru’s gaze with unwavering determination. “That’s true,” Boruto replied, his voice steady. “The one who unites them all is… Jura. He is instigating this.”
“Jura,” Shikmaru repeated, the name rolling off his tongue like a curse. The tension in the room thickened further as the implications of Boruto’s words began to sink in. Boruto’s expression darkened as he delved deeper into the explanation. “He’s in a class of his own,” Boruto continued, his eyes narrowing. “He has no ‘prototype’ like Old Man Sasuke or Moegi-sensei. He is the ‘incarnation’ of the Ten Tails itself.” The imagery of Jura loomed large in their minds, his tattered clothing and haunting presence emblematic of the crisis they now faced. He stood as the embodiment of destruction, his aura radiating malice and power.
Boruto’s words carried the weight of finality as he concluded, “He is the core of the crisis we are currently facing… It can be said to be the ‘root cause.’” The room fell silent again, the gravity of the situation bearing down on them all. Jura was not just a threat; he was the very essence of the Ten Tails’ chaos, the catalyst for the darkness threatening their world. Each of them knew the path forward would be fraught with peril, and the stakes had never been higher.
Strategy to Defeat Jura
The room was tense, the weight of the conversation pressing down on everyone present. Boruto, sitting upright, broke the silence with a steady voice. “Quick story,” he began, his tone serious. “Even if we defeat Jura, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the crisis of this planet will pass.” His words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning. Amado, standing nearby, exhaled a stream of smoke from his cigarette. His expression was calm but thoughtful, as if carefully calculating the implications of Boruto’s statement. The gravity of the situation reflected in the silence of the Konoha elder who sat close to him, their gaze cast downward in quiet contemplation.
Boruto met his gaze directly, his expression unshaken. Konohamaru pressed further, leaning forward slightly. “How? How can you say that so confidently?” Konohamaru’s voice broke through, his sharp eyes fixed on Boruto. His tone was laced with skepticism and a hint of unease. “That kind of thing… How did you find out?” The room fell silent again as Boruto’s piercing gaze met Konohamaru’s. His calm demeanor, juxtaposed with the storm of uncertainty around him, carried a confidence that was as eerie as it was reassuring. It was clear Boruto held knowledge that weighed heavily on him, knowledge that set him apart from the others in the room.
Boruto’s Source of Information
The interrogation room was silent, the tension palpable as all eyes rested on Boruto. His calm demeanor betrayed nothing, yet his presence alone commanded the room. Konohamaru leaned forward, breaking the silence with a direct question. “Answer me, Boruto. Who’s your source?” Boruto met his gaze without flinching, his eyes steady but giving nothing away. Konohamaru pressed further, his tone firm but laced with frustration. “Answer whether your story is worth believing. And…”
He trailed off, waiting for a response, but Boruto remained silent for a moment longer, as if weighing his words carefully. Finally, his voice cut through the stillness with quiet authority. “The source of information is one man.” Boruto’s gaze remained unwavering as he continued, his tone cool and composed. “Too bad. The true identity cannot be revealed.”
His words carried an air of finality, as if to dismiss any hope of pursuing the matter further. Konohamaru furrowed his brow. “Why?” he asked, confusion and skepticism evident in his tone. “He doesn’t want that. For the sake of his own safety,” Boruto added, his expression hardening slightly. The room grew quiet once more, Boruto’s declaration hanging in the air. Konohamaru leaned back slightly, his questions unanswered but his intrigue deepened. Across the room, the others exchanged glances, their thoughts spinning with the weight of Boruto’s words.
Shattered Truth
The room was tense, filled with an undercurrent of distrust and unspoken accusations. Konohamaru, seated across from him, frowned, his expression skeptical. “The ramblings of a traitor who was chased away from his village… It’s not worth discussing,” he shot back, his tone dismissive. “Do you think we can believe in something without evidence?” Boruto’s eyes narrowed, his voice steady as he countered, “We’re both the same. You guys are trying to kill me.” Boruto stood his ground, his sharp gaze unwavering as he addressed the group. “I’m only alive because of the information I have. Isn’t it true?” His words were pointed, his voice calm but carrying the weight of his conviction.
In another corner of the room, an Gonoha elder figure observed the exchange, his wise eyes narrowing as he spoke. his voice laced with irritation. “Don’t get conceited, you rebel,” he said sharply, his words biting. The elder continued, his tone unwavering. “Regardless of the situation, what we will do with those monsters does not change.”
“With all our strength, we will eliminate them. That is all there is to it.” His voice was calm but resolute, carrying the authority of someone who had seen countless battles. Boruto stood silently for a moment, his expression thoughtful but guarded. The room fell into a heavy silence, each person considering the weight of their own perspectives. Trust was a fragile thing, and here, in this stark room filled with conflicting ideals, it felt like an impossibility.
Confronting the Seventh’s Death
The tension in the room was thick, every word carrying a sharp edge. The elder’s gaze was unrelenting as he fixed his eyes on Boruto. The elder leaned forward slightly, his tone biting. “Of course, you are one of them, rebel Bolt…” His words were filled with disdain. “Whatever your mouth says, it’s the same thing.” His voice, gravelly with years of wisdom and authority, broke the silence. “Never think that you can live and leave that room,” he said firmly. “Think and decide.” Boruto stood silent, his expression stoic but his resolve evident. The weight of the elder’s words hung in the air like a heavy fog, impossible to ignore.
Boruto didn’t flinch, his steady gaze meeting the elder’s with unwavering determination. His silence spoke volumes, yet the elder wasn’t finished. With a measured tone, an elder added, “Boruto… on that note, I’ll dare to ask.” He paused briefly, his words heavy with intent.
“With a serious heart, to express my thoughts…” The question came like a thunderclap, sharp and piercing. “Depending on your response, I might, at the very least, not kill you in suffering.” She continued, her voice, sharp but calculated, cut through the room. “Answer, Boruto,” the elder pressed. “Why did you kill the Seventh Hokage? What was the reason?” The elder’s gaze bore into Boruto, demanding an answer.
Boruto’s expression remained unreadable, the room filled with a suffocating tension. The accusations and questions swirled around him, but he held his ground. His silence wasn’t just defiance—it was the weight of a truth too difficult to put into words. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the answer that would determine the next step in this high-stakes confrontation.
Unyielding Resolve
The room was filled with a strained silence as Shikamaru stared out of the window, his expression distant but contemplative. He thoughts whisper, “I understand your feelings well.” The weight of recent events seemed to press down on him. In a flashback, he broke the silence. “Boruto…” he began, his tone calm but deliberate. “If you have no intention of killing Kawaki regarding Naruto… I need you to continue to be falsely accused.” His tone softening slightly. “But the impact of… is caused by Kawaki. Again, we have to push him back. But I want to avoid that.” Boruto listened quietly, his expression unreadable as Shikamaru continued. “I mean, still… There is no problem to show what he did in the light of day.”
Boruto stood still, his gaze unwavering. Shikamaru’s words carried a heavy burden, one that Boruto had long accepted. He said nothing at first, letting the silence stretch between them. Shikamaru turned slightly, his eyes searching for a reaction. “You are still being pursued. Is it still okay?” Boruto’s response came without hesitation, his voice steady and resolute. “I don’t care. That’s my intention from the beginning.”
The words lingered in the air, both men fully aware of the complexities and sacrifices required to navigate the crisis they faced. Shikamaru’s calm yet conflicted demeanor reflected the burden of leadership, while Boruto’s unflinching resolve carried the weight of a misunderstood hero. In this moment, their shared understanding and unspoken trust stood as a testament to their dedication to the village and its people, even as the storm of doubt and danger loomed ever closer.
Shikamaru’s Silent Decision
Shikamaru’s thoughts raced as he rested his hand against his forehead, trying to piece everything together. “Wait, what? Kawaki caused this?” he wondered, his voice a mix of confusion and urgency. His gaze hardened as he tried to make sense of the situation, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. “What is it?” he wondered aloud, seeking clarity. Across the room, Boruto sat with calm resolve, his expression unwavering. His voice was firm but carried a note of curiosity as he questioned himself, “What is my reasoning?”
Shikamaru leaned forward slightly, his mind still churning. “I don’t understand,” he admitted, his frustration seeping into his tone. “Without any reason, for some reason, I…” He trailed off, struggling to articulate the trust and unease battling within him. “I don’t know…” The tension between them grew heavier, the silence only broken by the faint sound of Boruto shifting in his chair. Boruto’s steady presence was unshaken, a beacon of confidence amidst Shikamaru’s doubts.
Shikamaru’s voice softened as he spoke again, his words laced with uncertainty but also a glimmer of belief. “I trust Boruto…?” The statement lingered in the air, unspoken yet undeniable. His gaze focused on Boruto, who sat with an air of quiet authority. “This is Uzumaki Boruto,” he wondered, more to himself than anyone else, as if solidifying his thoughts. Finally, Shikamaru seemed to come to a conclusion, his expression resolute. “Yes, I believe,” he concluded. “If you believe that, you will be able to remember the decision you made.”
Boruto remained silent, his calm gaze meeting Shikamaru’s. There was an understanding between them, unspoken yet powerful. Despite the chaos and uncertainty surrounding them, the seeds of trust were planted, and the weight of their shared conviction was clear. The battle ahead would test them, but in this moment, they stood united, if only by belief.
Shikamaru’s Trust in Boruto
The room was filled with a quiet intensity, the air thick with the weight of unspoken truths. Shikamaru stood firm, his gaze steady as he spoke. “By believing in that premise, everything makes sense. I know it fits,” he said, his voice calm but resolute. His conviction cut through the tension like a blade, his words carrying the strength of his belief. Across from him, Boruto stood tall, his expression unwavering as he met Shikamaru’s gaze. Shikamaru’s sharp eyes didn’t falter as he processed Boruto’s words. His thoughts churned, but his trust in Boruto began to solidify. “This guy is Uzumaki Boruto…” he thought to himself, his inner turmoil clear. “I can’t let him die in a place like this.”
“I didn’t kill anyone,” Boruto said plainly, his tone firm but without defensiveness. “The Seventh Hokage is still alive.” Boruto continued, his voice steady as he added, “His wife is with him too… in a safe place.” The room fell silent again, but the tension had shifted. Shikamaru’s belief in Boruto grew stronger, the pieces of the puzzle beginning to align in his mind. Both young men carried the weight of their convictions, their paths intertwined by a shared goal to protect the village and the people they cared about.
Boruto’s Silence
The atmosphere in the room was tense, each figure weighed down by the gravity of Boruto’s revelation. Ibiki, standing to the side, glanced at Boruto with equal parts curiosity and concern. “Wha… what?” he murmured, trying to process the implications of Boruto’s statement. The others in the room exchanged uneasy glances, the tension building with every passing second.
An elder leaned forward, her voice sharp and questioning. “What? If I’m right, you just said… safe. In a safe place?” The doubt in her tone was unmistakable, her sharp eyes narrowing as she scrutinized Boruto. Eida’s piercing gaze locked onto Boruto. Her expression remained calm, but her eyes carried the weight of unspoken questions. Meanwhile, Amado sat silently, his hand resting against his chin as he analyzed Boruto’s words with calculated thoughtfulness. The elder didn’t relent, her voice cutting through the room again. “Tell me… where is it?” she demanded, her tone forceful yet laced with an underlying desperation. “Why did you hide them?”
Boruto stood resolute, his unwavering gaze meeting hers. His voice was calm but firm as he responded. “I’m not going to say.” The room fell into a strained silence. Boruto’s refusal to answer only heightened the tension, but his resolve was clear. He wouldn’t betray the location of those he was protecting, no matter how much pressure he faced. His unwavering stance seemed to unsettle his interrogators further, but it also solidified his position as someone willing to shoulder the burden of secrecy for the sake of others. Each person in the room wrestled with their own thoughts, their questions unanswered yet their understanding of Boruto subtly shifting.
Defiance
Across the room, Kawaki leaned back in his chair with an air of disinterest, his gaze distant but piercing. He said nothing, but his presence radiated quiet authority, as though he was waiting for the right moment to speak. The air was heavy with tension, and the room seemed to vibrate with suppressed emotions. The elder’s voice broke through the silence, sharp and incredulous. “What kind of lie is this at this point?” he said, his gaze fixed on Boruto. “I’m so astonished, I can’t even speak,”
Boruto, calm and composed, didn’t flinch under the weight of the accusations. “I’m just saying I don’t want to talk to you,” he stated plainly, his voice steady and unyielding. His unwavering gaze met the elder’s, filled with conviction. The elder’s frustration peaked, his patience clearly wearing thin. Meanwhile, Boruto’s tone shifted slightly, his words carrying a pointed edge. “I haven’t told a single lie,” he said, his defiance evident.
Ibiki standing near Boruto leaned closer, his voice calm but firm. “That’s bad news for you,” he said. “That’s not how it should come.” From the corner of the room, Amado took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke with an air of cool calculation. His sharp eyes glinted as he observed the exchange. “You little brat…” he muttered under his breath, his tone carrying both irritation and a hint of grudging respect. “Do you want to die in such pain?” The tension between them all thickened, the room teetering on the brink of confrontation. Boruto’s resolve didn’t waver, his composure like a shield against the weight of their expectations.
Intensification of Tension
The atmosphere in the room grew heavier, the tension thickening with every passing moment. Ibiki stepped forward, his movements deliberate. Adjusting his gloves, he looked down at Boruto with a sly smirk. “Hey… Boruto,” he began, his voice calm but carrying a faint undertone of menace. “It’s finally becoming like a proper interrogation, isn’t it?” Boruto’s expression remained unreadable, his eyes sharp as he met the Ibiki’s gaze. The weight of the situation pressed against him, but he didn’t waver. His resolve was unwavering, a testament to the fire burning within him.
Meanwhile, in another room, Ino’s sharp eyes softened as she listened to the voice coming through her headset. “Ino… it’s me,” the familiar voice said, cutting through the static. Her posture straightened, her concern evident as Shikamaru asked, “How is Inojin’s condition?” Shikamaru stood silently nearby, his hands in his pockets, observing the exchange. His usual calm demeanor seemed slightly shaken as his thoughts raced. The tension between the two rooms mirrored the delicate balance of trust and suspicion that hung in the air. Back in the interrogation room, Boruto sat still as Ibiki loomed over him, analyzing every flicker of his expression. The stakes were high, and every word spoken—or unspoken—carried immense weight.
Shikamaru and Ino’s Decision
Ino’s sharp eyes narrowed as she addressed the voice on the other end of her communication. “He’s safe.” Her gaze remained focused. “He’s still asleep, but there is no problem,” she added. “I see…” Shikamaru replied, his tone softening. “That’s really good.” The response came quickly, cutting straight to the point. “Well, how about we just get straight to the point…?” Ino said, her calm demeanor tinged with urgency. “Is it about Boruto?” she asked, her tone calm but laced with concern. Shikamaru sighed, his expression conflicted. “Yes.. This is a bad situation…”
“As usual, I want to talk to him in private. Get him involved in this communication… right now,” he instructed, his voice carrying a hint of desperation. Ino’s brows furrowed as she listened. “Ino…?” Shikamaru added, his voice tentative, but Ino pressed on, her determination unwavering. “I told you before,” she said firmly, her voice filled with authority. “Heart-to-heart communication for personal use is a violation. There is also an obligation to report the contents of communications to prevent unauthorized access.” She continued, her tone sharper now. “And you’re just talking like this? You’ve already broken five rules.” Shikamaru hesitated for a moment before responding. “I told you… it’s a top-secret mission.”
“I can only serve you,” Shikamaru said, his voice lowering slightly, though the resolve behind his words remained strong. Ino’s sharp gaze cut through the tension in the room as she added, “Is that an order from you as the Hokage?” The air between them was heavy with unspoken tension, their roles as shinobi clashing with their personal concerns. Despite the rules and the stakes, both Ino and Shikamaru were determined to do what was necessary to protect those they cared for, even if it meant walking a fine line between duty and personal conviction.
Shikamaru’s Plea
The tension in the room was thick as Shikamaru locked eyes with Ino. Ino’s composed expression faltered briefly as her eyes flickered with hesitation. “I’m worried about you,” she admitted, her voice softer but tinged with concern. “Why are you so supportive of him? I can’t understand at all.” His voice, steady yet laden with desperation, cut through the silence. “Ino… you can’t trust him. I understand your feelings,” he said, his tone firm but not unkind. “But please…! Believe in me! I need your strength.” Shikamaru inhaled deeply, squaring his shoulders as he continued. “I’m not giving orders as Hokage…!” he said, his tone shifting to something more vulnerable. “I’m asking you as a friend.”
His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, and for a moment, neither spoke. Ino’s gaze lingered on him, the conflict in her eyes clear. “Cool your head, Shikamaru,” she finally said, her voice gentle yet resolute. “I shouldn’t continue this.” Ino turned away, her stance unyielding. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice calm but definitive. “But I can’t help you this time.”
Shikamaru’s brow knitted in frustration, his fists clenching at his sides. “Wait a minute… Ino…” he began, but his voice faltered, the words he sought eluding him. Her words hit Shikamaru like a blow, the weight of her decision sinking in. The space between them felt vast, their shared history unable to bridge the emotional gap that now separated them. Shikamaru knew he couldn’t press her further—her mind was made up.
Boruto’s Resilience
The interrogation room felt like a furnace, the oppressive tension almost tangible. Boruto stood his ground, his piercing eyes fixed on Ibiki, unyielding despite the menacing figure towering over him. “If the Seventh Hokage is safe, tell me where he is…” the Ibiki growled, his voice edged with a mix of anger and desperation. Boruto didn’t budge.
His silence spoke volumes, a clear declaration of his refusal to submit. The Ibiki’s expression darkened, frustration clawing at his composure. He leaned in closer, his words cutting like a blade. “If you can’t do that, then your claim is meaningless. You will die, branded as a traitor—the one who killed the Hokage.” The accusation hung heavy in the room, its weight pressing down like a storm cloud. Boruto’s steady demeanor didn’t waver. His unshakable resolve only fueled the Ibiki’s fury.
In a flash, the Ibiki’s patience snapped. He grabbed Boruto by the collar, yanking him forward with raw force. Their faces were inches apart, the interrogator’s eyes blazing with intensity. “Speak!” he barked, his voice filled with barely restrained rage. Boruto’s response was silence—a silence louder than any shouted retort. He didn’t resist, allowing himself to be pulled closer, his calmness a sharp contrast to the Ibiki’s growing rage. The grip on his collar tightened, the Ibiki’s knuckles whitening as his frustration boiled over. The room felt stifling, the air thick with unspoken challenges and accusations. But Boruto’s steady gaze didn’t falter.
His defiance wasn’t just stubbornness; it was a statement. He wouldn’t be cowed, wouldn’t betray his beliefs or the truth he held. His silence was his weapon, and it cut deeper than any words could. Ibiki faltered, his own resolve wavering in the face of Boruto’s unyielding spirit. This was more than a struggle for information—it was a clash of principles, of conviction against brute force. Though physically overpowered, Boruto’s will remained unbroken, a testament to his inner strength. In that oppressive room, his defiance shone like a beacon, unyielding even under the crushing weight of accusations and threats.
Ibiki’s Increasing Fury
The room was thick with tension as Boruto stared down Ibiki, his expression unwavering despite the accusations hurled at him. Ibiki’s voice, sharp and trembling with suppressed rage, cut through the silence like a blade. “Boruto.. I’ve wanted to punch you so badly for killing Naruto.” Ibiki seethed, “For the past three years,” Boruto’s face remained impassive, his sharp gaze fixed firmly on his accuser. His response, calm yet cutting, came without hesitation. “You had free time?” he added, his tone carrying a mix of defiance and derision. Ibiki’s composure snapped, his rage boiling over. “I envy you,” Boruto spat, his voice low and venomous.
Before anyone could react, Ibiki lashed out. His fist collided with Boruto’s face, the force of the blow knocking him backward. The sound of the impact reverberated through the room, a brutal punctuation to the storm of emotions that had been building for years. Shikamaru, standing nearby, tensed at the sudden escalation. His fists clenched at his sides as he watched, his expression betraying a mix of shock and inner conflict.
The silence that followed was oppressive, the charged air thick with unspoken words. Despite the strike, Boruto remained steadfast. The red mark blooming on his cheek was the only evidence of the attack, but his spirit stood untouched. His silence wasn’t surrender—it was defiance, a testament to his unshakable resolve.
Shikamaru’s Interjection
The tension in the room grew unbearable as Boruto leaned forward, his body pushed to its limits but his spirit unbroken. Ibiki held him forcefully, attempting to extract any shred of information. Yet Boruto’s face, bruised but unwavering, bore a look of quiet defiance. “Good face,” Ibiki muttered with a sneer, leaning in closer. “But… how long will you keep watching?”
His words were aimed at the silent observers in the room, a challenge to their restraint as Boruto endured the brutal questioning. Shikamaru watched intently, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. His hands clenched into fists, his frustration evident. “Enough already,” he finally said, his voice calm but firm. The weight of his words carried through the tense atmosphere. “It’s pointless.” Ibiki glanced at him, momentarily thrown off. Shikamaru continued, his tone steady yet resolute. “He’s not the type to spill secrets from pain.”
The words struck a chord in the room. Even under immense pressure, Boruto’s will had proven unshakable, a testament to his character. Ibiki hesitated, his grip loosening slightly as the futility of his methods began to sink in. Boruto remained silent, his composure a stark contrast to the escalating tension around him. His resilience was unrelenting, a quiet declaration that no matter the cost, he would not betray what he was protecting. Shikamaru’s intervention marked a shift in the room, his words carrying the weight of both reason and an unspoken loyalty to Boruto. Though the situation remained dire, Boruto’s strength of will continued to shine, a beacon of defiance against the storm.
Shikamaru’s Threatening Order
The room was tense, filled with the weight of unresolved questions and rising stakes. Shikamaru’s voice cut through the silence, his tone urgent. “Use ‘poison.’” he ordered, his mind racing as he considered the options. “Call Mitsuki!” The words hung in the air, sharp and alarming. Konohamaru looked up, concern flashing across his face. “Lord Hokage, that’s not good…” he said cautiously, “Mitsuki has a strong murderous intent towards this guy. If he’s not careful, he might end up killing him as soon as he sees his face!” he added further, “It will be too late to question the truth,”
Boruto, bruised but unyielding, sat silently, his expression unreadable. His sharp eyes darted between the figures in the room, gauging the tension and the unspoken dynamics. His defiance was a quiet but powerful statement, refusing to let the situation break him. Shikamaru’s voice broke through the hesitation, firm and resolute.
“I don’t care,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ll take the responsibility.” He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. he said, his voice carrying the weight of his decision. “Call him right away.” Eida watched silently, her gaze unwavering as she processed the unfolding events. Her expression remained neutral, but her presence carried an unspoken intensity. The room teetered on the edge of action, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
Shadows of Conflict
The room was thick with tension as Eida, composed and unshaken, leaned forward slightly. Her voice was calm, yet her words carried a weight that sliced through the charged atmosphere. “It seems like Boruto has no intention of telling them what Kawaki did…” she said, her statement precise and deliberate. Kawaki leaned back, his sharp gaze fixed on Eida.
His voice broke the uneasy silence, laced with confusion and frustration. “What?” he said, irritation flickering in his tone as his piercing eyes locked onto hers. Kawaki’s expression hardened, shadows darkening his features as Eida’s words settled between them. Sensing the shift, Eida’s gaze intensified, probing deeper. “Are you trying to protect… your position in Konoha?” she asked, her tone cutting with an almost accusatory sharpness.
Kawaki remained silent, his expression a storm of conflicting emotions. His furrowed brows, clenched jaw, and narrowed eyes betrayed the turmoil brewing within. From his spot nearby, Daemon tilted his head, his small frame radiating a mix of annoyance and confusion. “What the heck is that?” he asked, his voice carrying an incredulous edge. “Why does it turn out like this?” His wide-eyed gaze darted between them, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “I don’t get it, that guy…” he muttered, his tone exasperated as he turned her gaze away from Kawaki.
Sense of Duty
The hallway was eerily quiet, the tension building with each step. Mitsuki walked forward, his movements measured, as his hand hovered over the keypad. The soft beeps of the numbers being pressed broke the silence. From the other side of the room, Shikamaru called out, steady and formal. “Please enter.” His presence was calm but commanding, an anchor in the mounting tension. “Mitsuki,” he said firmly, his tone carrying both authority and a warning. Mitsuki turned slightly, his expression neutral yet unreadable, as he waited for further instruction. Shikamaru met his gaze, his words deliberate and sharp. “After all, we are ninjas… and this is a mission.” he said, his tone unwavering. “Control your emotions and fulfill your duty,”
The gravity of the situation was clear in Shikamaru’s voice. His words weren’t just an order but a reminder of the weight they all carried as shinobi. He leaned forward slightly, his intense gaze piercing through Mitsuki. “Understood?” he asked, his voice firm. Mitsuki didn’t reply immediately, his silence a moment of contemplation. His eyes softened, but his resolve remained clear. Without a word, he turned back toward the door, ready to proceed. The faint echo of his steps filled the air as he prepared to face whatever awaited on the other side.
Mitsuki, a Threat
The sound of the door latch echoed softly as Mitsuki stepped into the room, his presence calm yet deliberate. His gaze swept over the scene—Boruto, bound, wounded and battered, sitting defiantly across from his interrogators. Mitsuki’s movements were slow, calculated, and each step he took carried an air of quiet intensity. From his seat, Konohamaru turned his head slightly toward Mitsuki, his eyes sharp with caution. “Listen, Mitsuki,” he began, his tone steady but firm. “This guy is a key witness. There’s a chance he’s hiding information that’s important to Konoha.” Boruto’s head tilted forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he listened. His silence spoke volumes, his battered frame still exuding an aura of unshakable resolve.
Mitsuki’s gaze didn’t waver, his expression unreadable as he absorbed Konohamaru’s words. The atmosphere grew heavier as he continued, his voice deliberate. “The purpose is to draw that out… just to emphasize. Don’t kill him, okay?” Mitsuki’s eyes flickered with a momentary thought, but he gave no verbal reply. His presence alone seemed to add to the tension, a quiet force that hinted at his capabilities. The silence between them stretched, punctuated only by the faint hum of the room.
Mitsuki remained composed, yet his calm exterior carried an undercurrent of controlled precision. Konohamaru’s words were clear, but the unspoken stakes loomed large, a reminder that every action in this room carried consequences far beyond its walls. Boruto, silent and observant, remained steadfast, his resolve seemingly growing stronger with every passing moment. The confrontation was far from over, but the battle of wills had only just begun.
Unspoken Storm
The room’s tense atmosphere seemed to crack under the weight of Mitsuki’s quiet but piercing gaze. His eyes fixed on Boruto, his expression unreadable, yet his presence carried an undeniable intensity. He took a step forward, and Boruto’s voice broke the silence, harsh and laced with defiance. “Mitsuki…” Boruto began, his lips curling into a faint, bitter smile.
His battered face turned upward, his gaze meeting Mitsuki’s. “Are you stupid enough to still be looking for it…?” he said, his words cutting through the room like a blade. His voice carried a mocking edge, though his exhaustion was evident. “Your ‘sun’…” Mitsuki’s gaze didn’t waver. The words hung in the air, heavy and biting. From the side, Shikamaru watched closely, his expression tense as he observed the exchange. Behind Boruto, another figure shifted uneasily, the tension in the room palpable.
In one swift motion, Mitsuki moved closer, his aura radiating an dominating force. The sharp sound of his approach echoed, and the oppressive energy in the room became almost tangible. Boruto’s words lingered, their weight provoking an unseen storm in Mitsuki’s mind. The silent confrontation stretched on, charged with unspoken emotions and layered intentions. Boruto’s defiance, Mitsuki’s quiet resolve, and the watchful eyes of the others formed a volatile mix, each waiting for the next move to shatter the fragile equilibrium.
Mitsuki’s Attack
The room exploded with sudden movement. Mitsuki lunged forward, grabbing Boruto by the collar with fierce intensity. The force of his grip caused Boruto to jerk forward, his exhausted frame barely able to resist. Mitsuki’s eyes burned with unrestrained emotion as he shouted, “Is that all you want to say?” The sound of the impact spreading through the room, startling everyone. Boruto’s defiant gaze never wavered, even as Mitsuki’s frustration poured out in full force. From the side, Konohamaru’s sharp voice cut through the air as he called out, “Mitsuki!” The weight of the moment pressed heavily on everyone present. Konohamaru’s steps quickened as he rushed to intervene, his concern evident.
Boruto’s calm amidst the storm only seemed to fuel Mitsuki’s anger. He gritted his teeth, his hold on Boruto tightening as he hissed, “Is that all you want to say? An ungrateful traitor…” Ibiki’s alarmed voice broke through the chaos, “This guy… Hey, stop!” His urgency reflected the growing tension, but Mitsuki didn’t falter. The atmosphere was electric, the clash between past bonds and present betrayal filling the air with an unshakable tension. Mitsuki’s raw emotions collided with Boruto’s unyielding demeanor, and the others watched in stunned silence, unsure of how to stop the situation from spiraling further.
Mitsuki’s Secret Act
Boruto’s hands remained firmly restrained as the metallic locks on his cuffs clicked ominously. Mitsuki pinned Boruto to the wall and set a snake on his hands secretly, that cut Boruto’s cuffs. The sound echoed through the room, drawing everyone’s attention. The tension was palpable. Boruto’s sharp eyes glinted as he turned his head slightly, observing his captors. Konohamaru’s frustration was clear on his face. Boruto, however, remained calm amidst the chaos. Mitsuki whispered in Boruto’s ear before Ibiki can pull him away, “Your belongings are in the security room of the west building,” he said, “And two shinobi are guarding that room.”
In the background, the mechanical keypad emitted faint beeps, a signal of some operation being set in motion. “Shit! That’s why I said it.” Konohamaru muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with annoyance. His words mirrored the unspoken frustration that hung in the air, reflecting how precarious the situation had become.
Broken Cuffs
The tension in the room was palpable. Konohamaru stood still, his clenched fist betraying his inner turmoil as he glared at Boruto. The situation demanded precision, every word and action potentially shifting the fragile balance of power. Across from him, Mitsuki, restrained and brimming with unspoken emotions, locked his intense gaze on Boruto. Boruto, unfazed by the hostility surrounding him, exhaled calmly. His figure radiated an air of defiance and control, his suit and accessories a subtle testament to the man he had become. With a steady hand raised, he broke the silence. “I’ll say it,” he declared, his tone steady, almost casual, as though the stakes weren’t as high as everyone else in the room knew them to be.
Konohamaru, unwilling to let his guard down, reached into a concealed compartment in the table. The soft click of the mechanism unlocking seemed to echo through the space, drawing everyone’s attention. A pair of sealing cuffs, lying on the floor.
Their intricate design spoke volumes about their purpose. They weren’t ordinary restraints; they were meant for someone powerful, someone like Boruto. Boruto, catching a glimpse of the cuffs, smirked slightly and turned his head. His sharp eyes locked with Konohamaru’s, his voice unwavering. “It’s not like I’m hostile towards you or anything.” he said. “I’ll provide you with the information… if necessary,” The words carried a subtle challenge, as though he was reminding them all that he was here on his terms, not theirs.
Boruto remained calm, his confidence unwavering. He glanced back at the group, his expression unflinching. “It’s upon you how to handle it,” he said, his voice steady, almost daring them to make their move. Konohamaru, couldn’t contain his frustration any longer. “Stupid!! The sealing cuffs!!” he blurted out, his voice breaking the charged silence.
His exasperation was clear, his tone laced with urgency and disbelief. He looked at Boruto, and then at Konohamaru, as though willing them both to see reason. The room, heavy with tension, seemed to pause in anticipation of what would come next. Every decision, every word, every move would decide the outcome of this standoff. And Boruto, standing tall and composed, seemed more than ready to face whatever came his way.
Silent Tensions and Unraveling Mysteries
The room buzzed with the weight of doubt and suspicion as Konohamaru’s thoughts raced through the tension. “Mitsuki unlocked it?” he questioned, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. His thoughts churned, the logical contradictions overwhelming him. “No, that’s impossible,” he concluded. His mind raced to piece together the puzzle, “The four digit unlock code is something only Ibiki, the eighth, and I know. In the first place Mitsuki has nomotive to help Boruto.”
Ibiki, his stern face weathered by years of responsibility, grumbled in frustration. “Strong impacts won’t budge it… wasn’t that the point of the design?” His anger directed itself not at the situation but at its creator. “Don’t mess with me, you bastard… What a piece of junk you made, Amado,” he muttered, his eyes flashing with indignation.
Meanwhile, Mitsuki’s expression was unreadable, his eyes half-open but observant, catching every detail. The quiet tension between him and Boruto was almost tangible. Boruto, though restrained, carried an aura of defiance, his body language hinting at plans yet unrevealed. The flashback shows Shikamaru stood by the window, his gaze lost in the horizon, deep in thought. The flicker of doubt in his eyes betrayed his otherwise composed demeanor.
As if finding clarity, he turned slightly, revealing a crumpled piece of paper clenched tightly in his hand. The code, etched out and deliberate, seemed to carry an inexplicable weight. Without a word, Shikamaru approached Mitsuki, his movements deliberate, calculated. He handed over the slip of paper with an almost imperceptible nod. The exchange spoke volumes—a silent acknowledgment of the trust and tension that bound the room together. Everyone’s eyes were drawn to this subtle act, the paper a new thread in the unraveling mystery.
Breaking Free
The room was dimly lit, filled with a tense silence that weighed heavily on everyone present. Boruto adjusted his jacket with a swift motion as he stood up, his expression unreadable yet resolute. The quiet clinking of his gear echoed faintly, grabbing the attention of the shinobi nearby. One of the guards, startled by Boruto’s sudden movements, muttered, “Huh…?” His gaze followed Boruto as he turned toward the exit, walking with a sense of purpose. His steps were deliberate, almost echoing the determined resolve radiating from him.
Outside, the fortress stood tall against the rocky landscape, its massive walls seemingly unyielding. Boruto paused briefly, his hand brushing against the hilt of his sword as if drawing strength from it. Turning slightly, his voice broke the silence, calm yet firm. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, his words carrying a strange mix of reassurance and dismissal. “It’s not your fault,” Boruto added, his voice steady, yet there was an unmistakable weight behind those words. He adjusted the bag slung over his shoulder, the metallic gleam of his belt catching the faint light as he pushed the door open.
The guards exchanged puzzled looks as Boruto made his way to the door. “Hey, wait!” one of them called out, urgency rising in his tone. Another stepped forward as if trying to intercept him, but Boruto didn’t falter. The guards remained rooted in their spots, caught between their duty and the compelling presence of the young ninja before them. As Boruto disappeared beyond the doorway, the lingering sense of his conviction filled the room, leaving the guards to wonder about the path he had chosen.
Threatening Consequences
In the tense aftermath of the unfolding events, Mitsuki’s gaze lingered, his expression betraying a mix of contemplation and regret. “There’s no helping it.” Konohamaru began, his tone firm yet calming. “The strategy was approved by Lord Hokage. Don’t worry too much!” Mitsuki turned his head slightly, murmuring, “I’m sorry, Konohamaru-sensei. I got a bit flustered…”
His apology was sincere, but the weight of the situation was clear in his voice. As he stepped away, his quiet retreat left an air of unease among the group. Meanwhile, within another chamber, Konoha elders and advisors deliberated, their frustration evident. “What a blunder!” exclaimed one of the older advisors, her voice laced with both disappointment and concern. Her companion, a wizened figure with sharp eyes, added, “And you’ve squandered a golden opportunity to kill him…”
Shikamaru lowered his head slightly in a show of respect and acknowledgment. “I apologize,” he said solemnly, his voice carrying the weight of his role. “I am sorry… we are searching for him.” His words, though steady, hinted at the mounting pressure he bore as the situation spiraled into further complexity. The gravity of the situation was palpable.
Shikamaru, standing by the doorway, clenched his fists subtly. His composure remained steady, but a hint of tension flickered in his eyes. The elderly woman turned toward him, her expression stern. “The Lord may surely be very angry. Be cautious, Shikamaru. This matter will lead to consequences.”
Sarada’s Exchange with Shikamaru
In the heart of the Hokage’s office, Shikamaru stood resolutely, smoking a cigarette. A voice commanded from behind, “Get out of the way…!” the sharp tone silenced the murmurs of those around him. “You guys…! I just want to talk!” Sarada, donning a determined look, stepped in the room. “Shut up, and let it go!” Shikamaru snapped, his tone unyielding. As his piercing gaze met Sarada’s unwavering eyes. “Lord Hokage! What happened to Boruto’s interrogation?” Sarada questioned.
The tension in the room was palpable as Sarada confronted Shikamaru. Behind her, Sumire and Mister Nishi observed the unfolding scene with a mix of curiosity and concern. Sumire’s school uniform and innocent demeanor contrasted sharply with the gravity of the situation. “He ran away,” he revealed, the words hanging heavy in the air. Sarada, momentarily stunned, asked for confirmation, “What?” The weight of his words and the authority in his tone left little room for debate. As Sarada processed the revelation, the room seemed to grow quieter, the echoes of unresolved tension hanging over the gathered group like a storm cloud.
Dire News from the Sand Village
In the Hokage’s office, Shikamaru’s expression turned stern as he stood by the communication console. Kankuro’s voice called from behind, “Lord Hokage,” Kankuro began, his voice carrying the weight of grim news. “This is an urgent message from Lord Kankuro of the Sand Village.” Shikamaru’s attention was caught by the voice. “It’s the Hokage room,” he said firmly, “Please connect me to the direct phone.” Moments later, the frame flickered to life, revealing Kankuro, cloaked in the distinct garb of the Sand Village. His face was marked by both weariness and urgency. “It’s been a while, Shikamaru,” Kankuro added, his tone tinged with regret. “Sorry for all of a sudden…”
Shikamaru leaned forward slightly, his sharp gaze fixed on the screen. “What up? Kankuro?” he asked, his tone brisk yet measured. The scene shifted to show the Sand Village, its distinctive structures standing against the desert winds. Kankuro’s voice broke the brief silence. “Gaara was defeated,” he admitted, his voice laced with frustration. “And my son-in-law, Shinki, too.”
Shikamaru’s eyes narrowed in disbelief as he absorbed the revelation. “What?” he muttered under his breath, his calm demeanor faltering for a moment. Shikamaru straightened, his mind racing to process the magnitude of the Sand Village’s predicament. The weight of Kankuro’s words lingered heavily in the room, a stark reminder of the escalating threats looming over the ninja world.
Kankuro’s Call
Kankuro’s expression darkened as he spoke to Shikamaru through the holographic projection. “As for Shinki, it’s the symptoms of that ‘tree’…” he began, his voice carrying a sense of urgency and determination. “Fortunately, both of them seem to be alive.” His tone turned grave as he shifted the subject. “I will explain the details later,” His words trailed off briefly, a weight hanging in the air. “Sorry for being rude, but please lend me your strength!” he apologized
The scene cut to Gaara, slumped in a weakened state, his body surrounded by ominous roots or tendrils. His face bore an expression of exhaustion and pain, yet there was resilience in his posture. The setting hinted at an ongoing battle against forces beyond their understanding, the eerie remnants of the tree encapsulating the gravity of the situation.
Ryuu’s Awakening
The dimly lit chamber, adorned with the eerie entanglement of roots and vines, seemed alive with an ominous energy. At the center, Ryuu knelt in a heavy cloak studded with metallic accents, his back hunched as though burdened by the weight of unseen chains. His face bore marks of battle and exhaustion, but his eyes gleamed with a cold intensity. Before him stood a council of four enigmatic figures, their features partially obscured by their hoods and cloaks. Their postures were varied, some upright and commanding, others crouched as if drained by the weight of their tasks. Each carried an aura of mystery, their presence steeped in foreboding.
“Have you awakened?” asked one of them, their voice calm but with an undertone of expectation. The question lingered in the air, cutting through the silence like a blade. Another figure followed up, their voice sharper, more insistent. “How are you feeling?” Ryuu’s head remained low, his gaze focused on the ground before him. His silence was deliberate, a moment of gathering his strength. Slowly, he raised his head, his lips parting to utter a single, weighted word: “Ryuu.” The chamber seemed to hold its breath as if anticipating his next move. The scene was charged with tension, the figures surrounding Ryuu awaiting what his awakening might herald.
Conclusion
As the dust settled, the tension hung in the air like an unspoken challenge. The web of alliances and betrayals, shaky loyalties, and rising threats painted a troubling future. Boruto’s quiet determination, Mitsuki’s doubts, and the mysteries around Ryuu’s awakening left everyone uncertain.
In Konoha, Shikamaru’s sharp mind faced tough challenges, while in the Sand Village, Gaara’s battered but strong presence showed the unbreakable spirit of a Kage. As the swirling blue vortex pulled everyone toward an unavoidable clash, one thing was clear: the stakes were higher than ever, and the shinobi world was preparing for a storm that would test them to their core.
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