"I'm Boruto Uzumaki," Boruto introduced himself with a warm smile, extending his hand toward you. You hesitated, a brief thought crossed your mind: He's cute. Slowly, you extended your hand as well. As your hands met, an uncanny feeling washed over you. There was something strangely familiar about his touch.
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, you found yourself transported to a distant past, as if reliving a haunting memory. You knelt beside Boruto, shock and disbelief washing over you. His head bled profusely, his body battered and bruised, and his face devoid of color, almost lifeless.
"Boruto...? But why...?" you muttered in disbelief, lost in the emotional turmoil of that vivid flashback. Your mind snapped back to the present, and you gazed at Boruto, who wore a concerned expression. Himawari stepped closer, studying your face with curiosity.
"Boruto...?" you whispered, the emotions from the flashback still fresh in your mind. You shook your head slightly and took a step back.
Shikadai and Inojin exchanged perplexed glances, their confusion mirrored by Boruto. Your sudden declaration of departure left them all bewildered.
"What did you do this time?" another voice chimed in, and Sarada appeared on the scene. She pushed her glasses up and fixed a stern gaze on Boruto.
Boruto, feeling the weight of suspicion, raised his hands defensively. "I didn't do anything!" he protested. Sarada nodded slowly, acknowledging the presence of the others. Himawari took a moment to contemplate the situation, wondering if this encounter had deeper connections.
"Onii-chan, I think we have a lead," she announced suddenly. Boruto looked at her in confusion, and Himawari grabbed his arm, dragging him away.
"We'll be back shortly!" she called out to the rest of the group before bolting away, leaving them all utterly mystified.
Soon after, Chocho approached the group, ready to inquire about the situation.
"So, did you-"
"Not now, Chocho," Sarada interrupted.
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"There's something peculiar about this journey," Himawari declared, capturing the councelor's attention. Itachi, sitting in his chair, let out a soft chuckle and leaned back.
"Have you discovered something?" he inquired.
"I think she might be connected to all of this somehow! When she came into contact with Boruto, it's possible that she remembered something," Himawari explained.
"Very interesting, but it might not be enough," Itachi responded with a tone of seriousness.
"What do you mean?" Boruto asked, frustration creeping into his voice. "We did exactly what you suggested!"
Itachi let out a slight scoff in response to Boruto's impatience. "Yes, but have you truly reached her?"
"Reached her?" Himawari felt a sense of confusion clouding her thoughts.
Itachi simply shrugged, leaving them with a sense that there was more to be uncovered. Himawari and Boruto left his office with their heads hanging low, pondering the cryptic message.
"What did he mean by 'reaching her'?" Boruto grumbled, clearly annoyed with metaphors. He had never been particularly skilled at deciphering such abstract concepts.
Himawari sighed, realizing that Itachi wanted them to make a lasting impression on you, much like the indelible memories they held of their journey together.
"Itachi wants her to remember our journey like we do," she clarified.
"How are we going to do that?" Boruto questioned impatiently. He preferred taking immediate action, but sometimes being too direct wasn't the best approach.
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Boruto X Reader You're not alone! (Modern AU)
Fanfiction"It's like falling - no, sinking deeper into the inner darkness." Having lost your mother and your previous way of life, you found yourself burdened by the weight of a cruel and unforgiving reality. In the midst of despair, you had yearned for someo...
