Chapter Text
It was late in the afternoon, and the sunlight filtered through the windows of Hokage's office, casting a warm golden ray across the room. Sarada slouchy sat on her swivel chair groggily. Sarada sat slouched in her swivel chair, staring groggily at her laptop screen, which displayed Konoha's budget for the year. Frustration and annoyance mingled on her face as she let out a deep sigh, feeling utterly drained and exhausted for the day.
She rubbed her temples, at least trying to ease the headache that had been nagging her for hours. Then a soft chuckle from a few feet away made her glance up. Chocho was perched on Sumire’s swivel chair, staring at her with a sly grin plastered on her face as she watched her friend.
"What?!" Sarada snapped, her voice laced with irritation.
Chocho's grin only widened as she tilted her head slightly. "Tired?" she teased.
Sarada rolled her eyes. "You have no idea," she admitted, giving up on her task as she shut her laptop with a resounding thud. "I've been stuck here for days, and I can't seem to figure out where I went wrong with the budget," she replied wearily.
Chocho winced sympathetically, yet true to her nature, she tried to lighten up the mood with her humor. "Wasn't becoming the Hokage your childhood drea–opps, you’re not joking, my bad!" She stopped herself when Sarada's face remained emotionless. “I’m just playing around,” she said softly, pouting her glossy red lips.
With a gentle shake of her head, Sarada pushed herself up from her swivel chair, the fatigue weighing heavily all over her body, dragging her down. She raised her arms above her head and began stretching, feeling her muscle tension slowly disappear as she rolled her shoulders back in attempting to relieve the stiffness. A warm bath sounded like heaven right about now, she thought.
She made her way to the coffee nook in one corner of the office. Her steps were stiff and slow, making a sound echoing throughout the polished floor. “Coffee?” she offered as she glanced at her best friend, who was busy scrolling on her phone. Probably texting her boyfriend.
Chocho looked up from her phone, nodding eagerly in response. “Definitely,” she replied, pushing herself up from Sumire’s swivel chair to join Sarada.
Sarada reached for a pair of porcelain mugs, her movements more sluggish than usual as she prepared their coffee. Momentarily, the room was filled with the fragrant brew of freshly brewed coffee, providing a bride relief to Sarada.
Handling the other mug to Chocho, Sarada offered a tired yet genuine smile. “Here you go.”
“Thanksss,” Chocho mumbled gratefully, cradling the warm mug in her hands.
Sarada took a long-awaited sip, letting the rich and bold flavor of the coffee wash over her senses like a comforting embrace. A sigh of relief escaped Saraad's lips. Leaning against the countertop, their shoulders brushing, Chocho and Sarada fell into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they sipped their coffee.
“You been here for what? Three days?” Chocho suddenly spoke, breaking the long silence.
Sarada simply nodded. Her eyes fixed on the swirling pattern in her coffee as she took another sip.
“Why don’t you leave all that to Sumeri and have a date with Boruto?” she suggested, trying to lift Sarada's mood.
Sarada's breath caught in her throat by just mentioning his name, nearly causing her to spit out her coffee. She quickly regained her composure by clearing her throat, hoping to mask her reaction.
"Isn’t today your anniversary or something?" Chocho continued, handing her a napkin. Sarada took it and wiped her lips. "I’m sure he got something special planned for his dearest girlfriend—”
"Huh! That won't happen, " Sarada muttered under her breath, cutting Chocho off mid-sentence. Mentioning his name and their anniversary only served as a reason to stir up her anger within her.
Chocho fell silent for a moment, sensing the tension in Sarada's voice. Then, she reached out a comforting hand, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "It wasn't my intention to. Sorry," she whispered.
"No, it's fine. The problem is that stupid Boruto," Sarada began, her voice tinged with range. A moment of tense silence hung in the air before Sarada spoke again, her voice tight with suppressed anger. "Two months," she stated, each word clipped and short.
Chocho's eyes widened in surprise. "Two months of what?" she inquired cautiously.
Sarada took a deep breath, her jaw clenching slightly. "Boruto and I haven't been in contact for two months. He just... disappeared entirely," she revealed, clenching the mug hard. Her eye twitched, the bitterness seeping into her words like venom.
Chocho’s gasp echoed through the office. "What a jerk," she exclaimed, mirroring Sarada's anger. "That's unbelievable! That's..." she sputtered, searching for the right words. "That's inconsiderate! And in two months, not a single word? Unacceptable," she finished firmly. She then looked at Sarada sympathetically. “Sorry to hear that, Sarada,” she added.
Sarada shook her head, forcing a tight-lipped smile in response. Avoiding Chocho's eyes, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "It's fine,” she murmured. “I don't want to talk about him anymore. I'd rather focus on work right now." With a heavy heart, Sarada took another sip of her coffee, feeling it taste more bitter than before.
But Chocho wasn't ready to let the topic drop so easily. Leaning closer to Sarada, just inches away from her face. "Come on, Sarada. You can't let that idiot ruin your day,” she insisted. “Gosh, why do men are stupid?!” she exaggerated a gasp, rolling her eyes.
Sarada couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle from her hypocrisy. “You say that as if Mitsuki did not just date you yesterday and sent you to oblivion,” she teased.
“Excuse me,” she clutched her pearls in mock offense. “My Mitsuki is NOT just any man like your Boruto. He’s different.”
“Sure, sure,” Sarada retorted as she rolled her eyes, lifting her mug to her lips once more.
As they continued their conversation, Chocho’s attention shifted to the whereabouts of their mutual friend, Sumire. “Where’s my girl, Sumire, by the way?” Chocho scanned the Hokage office, looking for any signs of Sarada’s advisor.
Sarada shrugged in response, her gaze drifting briefly around the room before returning to her coffee mug. “She went somewhere, I’m not sure where,” she replied casually.
“Aww, what a shame,” she wept, her lower lip protruding in a pout. We three could order some takeouts and watch a movie together. I heard they released a new sequel to Kagemasa online."
It is his favorite movie, she thought.
Memories flooded her mind of the times they had spent their time curled up together on the sofa, illuminated only by the television's glow across their face. Just them, feeling each other's warmth as they laughed while watching the show. Sarada felt a twinge of nostalgia for those times. She really missed him.
Despite the bitterness she felt, Sarada's lips curved upwards into a small, grateful smile as she looked at Chocho. "Thanks, Chocho," she said softly. "I appreciate it." Sarada gave her a gentle squeeze on the arm.
Sarada walks back to her table with coffee in her hand. As she settled into her swivel chair, she noticed Chocho still standing in the same spot where she had left her, gazing out upon the expansive glass window that overlooked the village below. A wisp of steam rose from her coffee mug as she blew across its surface, lost in her own thoughts.
“Actuallyyy...” she said teasingly, glancing at her.
“What?” Sarada replied irritably as she furrowed her brow.
“Stop that drama and look behind you.,” Chocho instructed with a playful smile.
Sarada frowned, unsure of what her crazy best friend was up to. With a puzzled expression, Sarada turned to look behind her.
And there he was, outside the window and suspended in mid-air.
Was Uzumaki Boruto.
Their eyes met, and a jolt of electricity seemed to pass between them.
His figure was outlined against the backdrop of the setting sun, casting a radiant glow around him. His unruly hair, illuminated by the golden rays, danced around him like a strand of molten gold. The fabric of his jacket and cloak billowed around him, ripping and fluttering in the breeze as he hovered effortlessly.
And despite the distance that separated them, Sarada could feel the intensity of his eye, drawing her in like a magnet. For a moment, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them connected by their locked eyes.
“Ohh~ your flying boyfriend is here!” She heard Chocho's voice chimed in, but Sarada barely registered her words.
“Boruto,” With a whispered breath, she uttered his name, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Instantly, she sat up straight in her seat, ignoring the coffee that was threatening to spill onto her laptop. Her attention remained solely on him, afraid that he would disappear in a second.
In her peripheral vision, she saw Chocho grinning mischievous as her eyes twinkled in amusement between them. “Looks like someone finally decided to show up,” she teased, giving Sarada a playful nudge towards the sliding door a few feet away from him. “Now, go have a talk, don't worry about work. I'll brief Sumire when she gets here.” With a final tap on Sarada's shoulder, Chocho exited herself from the Hokage’s office, leaving Sarada alone with Boruto.
Now, only a thin glass separated them. Despite the distance, Sarada could see the tension etched in the lines of his face, the furrow of his brows, and the tight set of his jaw betraying the worry within him. I am making him nervous. Deserved! she thought.
The sliding door opened on its own, granting her a passage towards him. With anticipation coursing through her veins, Sarada stepped out without hesitation. Gracefully, Boruto slowly descended to the ground, his movements were fluid and controlled. Each step was deliberate, almost like a dance.
Sarada stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat as she watched him walk towards her. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the world around them faded into insignificance. She felt she was held captive by his blue eye, unable to tear her eyes away from the man who had captured her heart. I should be angry!
Sarada’s face remained cold as ice, but her features softened with each step toward him, yearning to close the distance between them. Each heartbeat echoed the rhythm of her footsteps. Her heart ached with longing, yet she knew she had to remain strong.
The distance between them seemed to stretch endlessly as if the time had slowed to a crawl, extending the space between them. With each passing moment, the gap between them narrowed, until finally, they stood mere inches apart. The tension between them was visible. The air between them seemed to thin, leaving them both breathless, their lungs struggling to keep pace with the rapid beating of their hearts.
As they stood together, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. Sarada's breath hitched as she took him in, every detail of his form etched into her memory. Relief washed over her Hee was real. He was here.
But as the reality of his presence sunk in, so did the anger that simmered beneath her resurfaced. Asshole. Unable to contain her anger, she reached out her hand and delivered a swift, stinging slap across his cheeks. The force was strong enough to shock through his entire being, twisting his neck into his left side.
The sound echoed through the air, breaking the silence of the moment. For Boruto, there was nothing but the lingering sting of her palm against his skin.
"Fuck you!" she exclaimed, her voice cracking. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.
“S-Sarada?!” He stammered, taken aback. His one eye widened in shock, staring at her in disbelief and pain as his hand instinctively touched his reddening skin.
“You stupid moron!” She cried, her voice cracked as her tears trailed down to her cheeks and instantly made her face flush pink. "You had me worried sick, Boruto!"
Sarada swallowed back her sob to contain her anger, fighting to regain her composure. Her resolve hardened, and even her heart ached with pain. Sarada refused to let herself be swayed by his remorse, knowing her forgiveness wouldn't come easily.
Boruto tried to hold her, reaching her hands. But his heart sank when Sarada stepped away from him, leaving his hands suspended mid-air. With a resigned sigh, he withdrew his hand, clenching it into a fist and tucking it away inside his pocket. His jaw tensed as he fought to contain the flood of emotions threatening to leave him. Guilt gnawed at him, whispering into his ears,
He understands, and he can't blame Sarada for building a wall around her heart. He knew forgiveness wouldn't be easy to earn.
Suddenly, Sarada's hand shot up again. Boruto flinched and covered his face defensively, unsure what to expect next. But her hand slowly made its way to the collar of his cloak, and with surprising strength, Sarada pulled him towards her to close the distance between them instantly, giving him a passionate kiss that took Boruto by surprise. I thought she hated me, he thought.
His eyes widened as he felt Sarada's soft lips meet his, catching him off guard. It was unexpected on his part, yet euphoric at the same time. His heart danced against his ribcage as his mind went blank, consumed by the sensation they shared. Closing his eyes, Boruto surrendered himself and let his instinct guide his movements. With his gentle yet firm hands, he cradled Sarada’s face. His fingertips traced the delicate curve of her jawline, tingling on the warmth of her skin. He then tilted his face for better access and deepened the kiss.
He had expected her anger, maybe even her hatred. But the intensity of her kiss left him utterly speechless.
When they finally pulled apart, a soft gasp escaped Sarada’s parted lips. Though their kiss had ended, the sweet taste of Boruto’s lips lingered on her brain, itching the memory they shared into the very fabric of her soul, leaving her to crave more.
Their eyes remained locked with him, speaking volumes without the need for words. 'I miss you'.
“I’m sorry,” Boruto whispered, his forehead resting against hers as they both struggled to catch their breath.
Sarada looked away. "I still hate you, you idiot," she mumbled, pouting for the first time. It did not escape Boruto’s eye, he couldn't help but smile.
“That’s why I’ll make it up to you.”
“What?” she asked, confused.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and released his hold on Sarada’s face. Sarada felt a twinge of disappointment tug at her hand. She had been lost in their moment, enjoying the warmth of his hands against her cheeks and the way his gaze had held her. But just as quickly as it had begun, the moment slipped away too soon, leaving Sarada with a sense of loss that she couldn't quite shake. Feeling robbed of something precious, something she had only just begun to grasp. She knew it was irrational, but Sarada couldn't help it. With a surrendering sigh, she forced herself to push aside her disappointment, burying it deep down beneath the facade of composure she wore like armor.
Just as she thought he’d move away from her, she felt him shift behind her. With a curious glance, she turned her head slightly to see him better. He's so close! For a moment, she found herself mesmerized and lost in the depth of his gaze once again. Each flicker of the light reflected, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. Damn, I picked the right gal for sure. Sarada mentally shakes her head.
Boruto moved closer to her. His body was now pressed against her back, the warmth of his body radiating against her back. Sarada gasped in a silent uprise as he wrapped his firm arms around her, pulling her into a gentle embrace. His grip was firm but not too tight to hurt her. With a soft sigh, Sarada allowed herself to melt into his embrace, closing her eyes, her body instinctively leaning into his as she savored the moment.
Boruto's head nestled his head against her neck, the warmth of his breath stoked against her soft skin, sending a shiver of delight coursing through her veins.
“I’ll take you to heaven,” he whispered in a voice that was both soft and seductive. Sarada could feel the vibration of his voice and the warmth of his breath tickling her ears as he spoke.
“Huh?” her voice barely above a whisper, her brows furrowing in confusion as she tried to process his words.
"Hold tight," he instructed softly.
Before she could fully process what he meant, she felt a rush of wind as Boruto activated his chakra, lifting them both into the air at a breathtaking speed. Sarada’s heart leaped into her throat as they soared into the sky, sensing the ground falling away beneath her. Her adrenaline pumping as she clung tightly to Boruto, her scream echoing into the vast expense. We're going to die! was the only thought running through her mind.
“BORUTOOOO, PUT ME DOWN, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!!!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs. Her voice was raw with fear as she clung to Boruto for her dear life. Her grip on him was gorilla-like, her fingers digging into his until they turned white as if trying to prevent herself from falling.
Boruto is unfazed despite the pain from her long nails. At least she has an expression other than furrowing. His laughter rang out above the roar of the wind. “You’re so ugly when you’re scared!” he taunted playfully, his voice carrying on the breeze as he enjoyed her distress. "Don't worry. I got you!" he called out over the rush of the win, holding her securely.
Sarada’s face flushed crimson with rage, her eyes blazing with fury as if shooting daggers at him. “I PROMISED I’M GONNA KILL YOU WHEN WE GET DOWN!!”
Boruto continued to laugh uncontrollably, Cute. “Then we will never be going down. Let’s stay here forever, woohoo!” they soared higher and higher, transforming the landscape below into a vibrant color patchwork.
Unable to suppress her fear any longer, Sarada closed her eyes tightly and whispered a short prayer.
Boruto stopped ascending. They are both suspended in the sky, hanging above the land.
“You can open your eyes now.” Boruto urged, his voice cutting through the loud wind. Sarada shook her head stubbornly. Her grip on him was still tight.
“N-NO!” she protested, voice trembling in fear.
"Do you trust me?"
"NO! NEVER!"
“Come on, Sarada! You’ll not regret it, I promised!” he insist.
Reluctantly, Sarada slowly opened her eyes, bracing herself for the dizzying sight that awaited her. But instead of the terror she expected, she was greeted by the breathtaking beauty of the evening sun. Casting its golden glow across the sky, painting the clouds with a shade of pink, violet, and orange. Below them was the village, bathed in the golden light from the setting sun, its rooftops glowing with orange.
“Wow…” she whispered under her breath, mesmerized by the beauty presented in front of her.
“I told you!” Boruto chimed in, his tone smug with satisfaction. But Sarada paid him no attention, too captivated by the enchanting scene around her to focus on anything else.
"Spread your arms! I'm holding you, don't worry!" She spread her arms as if to fly, feeling the wind rush past her face as they soared higher and higher. Boruto watched her with a smile playing on his lips, “Heaven, right?” he asked, removing his gaze from her and looking back at the scenery.
She remembers when she was young, she badly wanted to be a bird. To be able to soar in the sky and experience this majestic view. And today, another dream was fulfilled, together with Boruto.
Slowly, Sarada tore her eyes away from the majestic view, turning to face him. Her eyes sparkle in happiness.
“You never fail to surprise me, baka-Boruto,” she said softly and lovingly.
They may have been together for quite a bit, but still, her words have a big impact on him, making his heart flutter continuously. This girl has a huge effect on him, and he's not complaining.
“Really?" he suppressed a smile. "Well… anything for you, Sarada. You know you mean the word to me," he said, every syllable carrying the weight of his love for her.
“Mmm,” a soft hum escaped her lips. “But if you will ghost me again, you know what will happen.”
From having a cheeky smile, Boruto's expression shifted into a serious one. Like a soldier ready for war. “Yes, ma’am!” he answered right away.
Sarada crooked a smile and couldn't resist teasing him further. Her hand reached out his cheek and wearing her mischievous grin, she pinched it as hard as she could. Boruto winced in pain, earning a chuckle from her.
"Awwww!!" he protested. He removes her hand from his face and gently rubs it, relieving the pain.
Sarada quickly realized her situation and tightened her arms around him. She forgot they were still flying, a ton of feet away from the land. And falling from that distance can only result in DEATH.
"What the hell was that, Baby?" he asked as his brows furrowed. His hands went back to her waist.
"Umm, duh?! Where's your explanation?" she asked sheepishly, still trying to tease him. "I felt so hurt, Boruto, deeply hurt." She faked being heartbroken, her acting skills on full display in trying to guilt-trip him.
But deep down inside, all Sarada said was true. Despite masking it with her humor, his absence caused damage to her. She often found herself lost in thoughts of him, unable to sleep or eat at the right time. That's how worried she is about that stupid jerk.
"I'm sorry," Boruto stammered, his brow furrowed as his hands gently caressing her waist.
"You should be," Sarada teased and tucked her tongue out, masking her deeper emotions with humor. "Do you know how much stress you caused me by disappearing?"
His expression softened, he knew that she was teasing her, but the weight of her words sank into him like a heavy stone. Each syllable she utters pierced through him, causing his heart to twist with guilt.
He clenched his jaw, mad at himself. Boruto looks at her once again, his gaze searching for her forgiveness. "S-Sarada," he began. "I... I'm really, really sorry, truly... I... I tried to message you but I... There were things... things I couldn't explain..." his words trailed off, filled with genuine regret as he struggled to find the right words to express himself. "I made a mistake, but I promised I never meant to hurt you, Sarada," he continued. "I'll do everything to make it up to you."
Her face shifted into a serious demeanor. "I get that you have tons of something you know, and I'm not asking you to tell me everything. You have the right to keep that to yourself," she began, her voice is soft yet firm. She reaches out and gently cups his checks, her fingers tracing his scar across his eye and down to his lips, sending shivers down his spine.
"And I know that you did not mean to hurt me," she murmured, her voice filled with understanding. "But please, try to be more mindful next time. A single 'Hi, still alive here!' is enough for me, Boruto. It reassures me that at least you're still here... Alive."
Boruto nodded, his arms tightened around her than before. “I Promise, Sarada." he held her hand on his cheek and brought it to his lips, planting a soft kiss upon her skin. "I'll do better," he vowed.
Another promise that he'll break? Another promise that will never happen?' she thought. But I hope so… I hope so, Boruto.' she whispered softly to herself, clinging to the slim thread of faith.
Boruto's heart pounded against his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he ran as fast as he could through the dense forest. The huge trees blurred past him in a hurry, their branches reaching out toward him like gnarled claws. Behind him, a monstrous shadow loomed large, pursued relentlessly. Its form is constantly shifting, making it impossible for Boruto to perceive any feature except for the fact that it seemed like it swallowed all the light around it. Too dark.
Summoning every ounce of strength and courage within him, Boruto pushed himself to run faster, his muscles burning with effort. Actually, he doesn't know where to go. The forest felt like a labyrinth of shadows, each turn leading him deeper into the unknown. But he couldn't afford to falter, not when his life depended on it.
Dispiration clawed on his chest as he tried to activate his Karma. He remembered it saved and put him in misery simultaneously, so he constantly reminded himself not to use it again, but today is definitely not the day. Still running, his muscles screaming in protest with every step. But amidst the chaos, he forced himself to close his eyes and concentrate.
But to his terror, as he opened his eyes, the mark on his palm remained motionless, refusing to follow his order. Boruto uttered a curse to himself. What did he expect from this useless power-up? He should know better. Clenching his fist in frustration, his mind raced, searching for a way out of this nightmare.
Boruto looks back. He could hear the creature's deep growl echoing through the trees, provoking him with the fear that threatened to consume him whole.
With growing panic running down his stomach, Boruto desperately attempted to cast a hand sign, grasping at any shred of hope that remained inside of him. Yet, his efforts proved futile as his chakra seemed to evaporate into thin air, leaving him helpless.
Boruto cursed under his breath, feeling the presence of the monster drawing closer with each passing second. With nowhere left to run and no power to use, Boruto stopped running, almost falling into the cliff. He peered over the edge into the abyss below, and all he could see was an endless darkness threatening to swallow him whole.
Fear gripped Boruto, squeezing the breath out of his lungs.
This is it. This is the end of me, he thought grimly.
"That's it, I'm tired!" he growled, almost shouting. Gathering himself, he took a long and deep breath and faced the creature. "Let's stop this game of tag and tell me what you want, you abomination freak?!" his voice echoed through the quiet forest. He felt fear surge through his veins, but his anger prevailed.
The silence crept into the forest, making him uneasy. He looked around, preparing himself for a sudden attack that never came.
"Fuck, where is it?"
Not until the shadow monster responded with a menacing snarl, sending shivers through his very bones. Then, its dark shadow materialized before him, towering over him. It leaned closer to him until their faces were mere inches apart. It's malevolent gaze locking into his own.
Boruto stood frozen, and all he could do was stare back into its eyes. Fear gripped him like icy tendrils, paralyzing his every muscle as he struggled to break free from its hold. From their distance, he could smell emanating from the monster— the smell of death. It was so bad that it made his stomach curl. He wanted to cover his nose, to block out the nauseating smell, but his body remained unresponsive.
"Your lineage has an interesting fate, Otsutsuki Boruto. Beware~" To his shock, it spoke, barely as a whisper. Yet its mouth remained closed. it was not moving nor opening, as if the creature was telepathically communicating with him.
"What do you mean?!" he demanded, resisting himself to appear weak.
A silence fell once more. Still, the creature remained his sinister presence.
"It's fine to feel fear, Otsutsuki Boruto." It maniacally laughed, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end slowly.
"What. Do. You. Want?" he demanded, pronouncing every word with gritting teeth as he struggled to maintain his composure.
With a swift motion, he unsheathed his sword. Its metallic sound echoes the night. His fingers tightened around the hilt, knuckles turning white from his strong grip. His muscles tensed as he positioned himself and gazed as sharp as his blade.
"And don't call me that name again, or I will kill you," he added.
"Loosen up, Otsutsuki." the creature chuckled, its voice laced with sinister amusement as it emphasized the last word.
"I'm not here to kill you." the creature declared, its voice echoing with eerie as it began circling around him with a graceful move. "I'm here to bring you a message... an important message." It continues, coming to a stop in front of him. It hovered itself mid-air, raised its hands, and its eyes began to glow with a menacing shade of yellow.
The air around them shifted, charged with an energy that crackled and hummed like a gathering storm. A gust of wind swept through Boruto, swirling around them with force. The leaves in the forest surrounding them danced in the air, caught in the swirling currents of air that enveloped them, while the branches creaked and groaned. The hell is this?
Then the creature began to speak, each word oozing with a terrifying omen.
"When the blood of the Moon and Sun runs strong," it began cryptically, its word weight with hidden meaning. "A storm will shake, a melody of a song. Shall shake the earth, the heaven, and the ground. Full of graves, erasing the existence all around. "
Boruto blinked, confused as he tried to decipher the message. His brow furrowed in confusion. What was the was it referring to? A literal storm or something metaphorical?
"And with untamed power, they'll rise to reign. A legacy of chaos, they shall attain. Be wary, for their path shall paved with great fire, and the world shall tremble at their desire." the creature continued.
As the creature uttered the final word, the swirling winds circling them began to calm. The rustling of the leaves and creaking of the branches slowly faded into the background until all that remained was the eerie silence that hung heavy in the air.
Boruto's mind raced with lots of questions. Half of what it said did not make sense to him. He's confused as fuck. Was it speaking for the future? Was it his future? And who are they, and what is his connection to him? Was it another enemy that would cause chaos and destruction?
Boruto was left with more questions than answers as the creature fell silent. He repeated the prophecy in his head (only the ones he remembered), trying to piece it together like a puzzle with missing pieces, and Bofuto felt as if his mind was being stretched to its limit. He could feel his vessel throbbing and his skull splitting in half. Boruto wishes he were with someone today, someone smarter than him. Sarada could be a good candidate.
"Uhhh.." he began, his hands placed firmly on his hips as he gazed up at the monster still lingering in the air, a puzzled expression engraved across his features. "What the fuck did you just say?" The monster only smirked and slowly disappeared.
Before Boruto could gather his thoughts and seek further clarification, the monster completely vanished in thin air, leaving him alone in the forest. The phrase "Beware, Uzumaki Boruto, beware~" echoed in his mind until it faded into a whisper.
"What the fuck?" he blurted out.
Boturo's gaze shifted downward when he noticed a single scroll slowly rolling toward his shoes. It seems like it came from the monster. A gift? No, maybe a curse.
With curiosity, he picked it up. On Boruto's hand is a beautiful scroll. Its edges were worn from time. The wooded dowel bore a special pattern- an intertwining sun and moon carved with meticulous detail. As always, the moon looks calm and smooth, while the sun blazed with brightness. Boruto ran his fingers over the intricate carvings, tracing the moon's curves and the sun's fiery rays.
His curiosity wanted to open and read its contents, but a sudden loud growl cut through the forest, followed by a powerful gust of wind, almost whisking away the scroll. Boruto's senses snapped back to the present, remembering that he was still unsafe. He knew that he couldn't stay here for long, not with monsters still lurking in the dark, listening, waiting... waiting for the opportunity to attack.
With a quick glance at his surroundings, he carefully rolled up the scroll and secured it in his bag hanging over his shoulder. With his eye scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger, Boruto took a cautious step forward, which soon turned into a sprint as he delved deeper into the forest.