Naruto: Check out these scenes! #22

"Get ready to go!"


After witnessing Boruto's unwavering resolve, Toneri turned with determination, his actions speaking volumes. He knew any further words would only belittle Boruto's commitment.


With a dramatic flourish, Toneri spread his hands wide, the Kiseki necklace shimmering as it floated before him. "The door to the distant past awaits! With the very laws of time as the price and the dragon veins as our foundation, let us open the gate and glimpse a miracle!"


His fingers formed a tiger seal, and the pyroxene necklace surged forward, merging with the stone door, which creaked open to reveal a swirling tempest of time.


Turning to face Boruto, Toneri said earnestly, "Step through this door, and you will arrive in the past. Your journey will lead you to Wuming. The outcome lies in your hands now."


Boruto nodded firmly. "Yeah, I understand."


Toneri’s voice lowered, filled with caution. "Remember, your time in the past is limited. By morning’s first light, you’ll be forced back, regardless of your success or failure."


With hands on his hips and a confident grin, Boruto chuckled, "Thanks for everything, Mr. Toneri. I promise I won’t let you down."


Toneri returned the smile, an approving glint in his eyes. "You’ll have every reason to be grateful after this."


"Absolutely!"


Boruto’s expression turned serious as he stepped closer to the portal, his heart racing. "Nanashi, just wait for me. Everything I didn’t get to say before... I’ll make sure to tell you this time!"


With a deep breath, Boruto leaped into the currents of time without hesitation.


[Uchiha Madara: Kid, I admire your courage. Going back to the Warring States Period alone? Bold move.]


[Uzumaki Boruto: I’d do anything for my friends.]


[Uchiha Izuna: Just remember, this isn’t your safe little era. Surviving here will be tougher than you think.]


[Senju Hashirama: Indeed. Before Madara and I united the clans, there were fierce battles everywhere, and most ninjas barely made it past their twenties.]


[Uzumaki Boruto: I know. I read about it. But whether it’s me in the video or me now, if it helps my friends, I’ll face any danger.]


[Senju Hashirama: Nanashi is truly fortunate to have someone like you by her side.]


In a flash, Boruto found himself materializing in mid-air, before unceremoniously landing flat on his back.


"Ow... that hurt..."


As he sat up, rubbing his head, he took in his surroundings—the serene hush of a pristine forest, the gentle whisper of leaves, and the distant chirping of crickets momentarily dulled the pain throbbing in his body.


"This is the Warring States Period..."


He marveled at the unexpected tranquility of this era, a stark contrast to the bustling streets filled with noise and celebration in his time.


"Mr. Toneri said the Kiseki would guide me to the area near Nanashi...” His gaze darted around until he spotted flickering flames in the distance. “That could be a clue!”


He crept closer, his heart pounding with anticipation, only to freeze at the realization—this was the domain of the Uchiha clan.


Unbeknownst to Boruto, however, an Uchiha ninja had spotted him and stealthily approached from behind.


Meanwhile, in a dimly lit Uchiha prison, Nanashi sat curled up in a corner, her knees hugged tightly to her chest, trying to become invisible to the world.


It wasn’t that she wished to hurt anyone; in fact, it was the opposite. Her strategy to ensure safety was to make herself seem inconsequential, hoping that by making others forget her, she could avoid being thrust into the heart of battle.


Yet, as a weapon of the Uchiha clan, she was ultimately destined for the battlefield. No matter her reluctance, she knew she would be forced to fight and hurt others.


Suddenly, the iron gate creaked open, jarring Wuming from her thoughts. It was still too early for the daily routine.


A figure tossed someone inside, locked the gate, and left without a second glance.


“...What? That hurt...”


A dazed blond boy came to his senses, surveying his surroundings. "Is this... a cell? Oh! I remember! I was captured!"


Though slightly annoyed, the boy’s demeanor was oddly lighthearted, in stark contrast to the dire situation of being in an Uchiha prison—a fact that Nanashi couldn’t help but find peculiar.


"No point in wasting time here," he muttered, reaching instinctively for the iron bars.


“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Nanashi’s voice pierced through his thoughts, a mix of curiosity and concern.


As he turned in surprise, the moment the boy’s fingers touched the bars, they ignited in flames.


"What the—?!" he yelped, jumping back, shaking the heat off his hand and landing unceremoniously on the ground.


Curiosity piqued, he turned towards the source of the voice, spotting a girl with black hair, dressed in blue cloth. Bandages crisscrossed her limbs, and her hair was secured in four locks.


Realizing she had saved him from a painful fate, he stood up, brushing himself off. "Thanks! If you hadn’t warned me, I might have been barbecued!"


He knelt beside her, trying to lighten the mood. "Didn't expect to see someone else in here. Did they catch you too?"


But Nanashi remained curled in her corner, her eyes blank, as though she had already surrendered to the fate that awaited them.


Boruto pressed on, undeterred, “It might be weird to ask a complete stranger, but I’m looking for someone who's also from the Uchiha clan. Do you know her?”


The girl barely raised her head, her voice cold and detached. "You don’t need to ask me. Nothing here concerns me.”


“But wait—” Boruto frowned, his words trailing off as their gazes locked. In that moment, comprehension sparked within him, and his excitement bubbled to the surface. "You must be Nanashi!"


“Yes. So what?” Nanashi's voice remained emotionless, as if she were a mere shadow of herself.


In stark contrast, Boruto couldn't contain his joy and nearly embraced her. "Exactly! So you’re here! I finally found you!"


He released her gently, standing tall with a victorious grin. "Alright! The first step is to get you out of here!"


But as he surveyed the cell, he shrugged off any doubts. "Don’t worry, it’s just a cell! I can bust us out using my ninjutsu!"


Yet, Nanashi merely shrunk back, her posture betraying her fragile state. "Just go without me."


"W-what?"


Boruto's enthusiasm faltered in surprise; this wasn’t the Nanashi he had come to know.


"I’m a weapon, created solely for battle," she stated bluntly. "I’m just a tool to eliminate threats at the clan's command."


"I won’t cry, I won’t flee, and I won't waver. I will endure the pain until my end. My place is in this cell, waiting for orders. That is my mission, and I must fulfill it."


Boruto’s fists tightened with anger and sorrow as he listened to Nanashi recite the grim legacy assigned to her by the Uchiha clan.