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saintgoths · 1 year ago

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ

CHAPTER EIGHT - THE SAND STONE.

WORDS - 4,319.

RATING - G+.

SUMMARY - with troubles with her new ability to teleport, suiren finds herself in a sandy abyss that holds the sand stone that could help her complete the capture of all the magical stones; unaware that a greater surprise waited for her to come back home.

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previous chapter - chapter seven.

The day Sakura had wanted, had come, Suiren’s team had accompanied the family for a morning brunch and currently Sakura had been thrown compliments on her cooking; she had stood by the end of the table with her hands on her hips and she had worn her favourite yellow apron that had complimented the colour scheme the lady was known for.

She had a short smile on her face that mirrored the gratefulness that had been directed from the people who sat around the expensive table, her eyes briskly examined each head before she made way to bring more food onto the appliance. “Thank you, I’m glad that we’re able to officially meet each other, our schedules were so busy I never thought this day would come,” Sakura said---the moment she sat herself at the head of the table, Sensei Ren respectfully nodded his head towards her.

“I’m glad that I finally get to properly meet you, Lady Uchiha, Suiren takes so much after you,” Sensei Ren said and comforted, Sakura’s smile stretched.

“Oh,” she laughed. “Suiren takes after her father much more,” she replied and instantly, the woman had felt graceless energy rise upon them, and in quick remorse, the lady had diverted her gaze to the hot fare beneath her.

“How did the mission go?” Suiren questioned in hopes to direct the conversation into a different route.

Suiren had been told that Team Thirteen had travelled to the Hidden Sand, also known as Sunagakure, [the Village Hidden in the Sand], she wasn’t told much more, thus she had waited for her team-mates to return so she could listen to all the details.

��There were terrorists blowing up places,” Raiden said.

“Don’t the Sand Village have Ninjas to take care of that?” Suiren asked and as Raiden had shrugged his shoulders just as inquisitive as Suiren he resumed eating his food.

“Hokage-sama probably gave it to us because he didn’t want to make us feel like we had to level down to baby missions due to what happened,” Akane snorted and quickly Suiren had shot her a look.

Sarcastic, she had sent Akane a flat smile. “Well, I’m sorry,” Suiren apologised.

With a winning look on her face Akane winked at her. “There were talks of the Sand Stone,” Akane said, “that’s probably what they were looking for.”

“The Sand Stone?” Suiren repeated and immediately everyone turned to look at her. “If they were the looking for the Sand Stone, that must mean they were Prism Members.”

“No,” Raiden shook his head, “they looked different than the ones we saw before in the Prism Tower.”

“What if the Prism Group is much bigger than we think?” Sarada suggested and before the short-haired girl continued with her explanation, Sakura stepped in.

She had a look on her face that showed she did not want the topic of the Prism to cloud brunch time and immediately the entire group acknowledged it. “Please,” Sakura pleaded, “let’s focus on our food and the happiness we feel right now,” the woman smiled and without any hesitation, everyone had followed through.

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Himawari had taken after both her mother and father, with the bright blue eyes and two whiskers on both sides of her cheeks she had sometimes looked uncanny, Himawari, the ten-year-old sister of Boruto, had always been known to be a kind girl, a tolerable version of her loud-mouthed brother, the two looked similar, but between the two, Himawari was the sibling who took after her mother’s dark hair colour.

Currently, Suiren had sat in their living room, it was only the two of them in the building, Hinata, the Uzumaki matriarch had gone out for a chore, and Boruto had been with his teammates while Lord Hokage had business in the Hokage Mansion. Suiren had sat on their sofa, comfortably her body had been laid against the couch while Himawari sat beside her, the young girl could tell that Suiren hadn’t necessarily been interested with what had been on the screen and just followed along because it was what Himawari wanted to watch.

As thoughtful as she was, Himawari glanced towards the shirt Suiren had worn and noted that she had a Starfire shirt on. “I like your shirt,” Himawari smiled, the young girl had been known for her love for the famous band, while her brother had hated it, it was more reason for the little girl to blast the group’s music.

“Thank you,” Suiren smiled as she looked down at the clothing piece, she returned her solid gaze into the direction of the Uzumaki girl, “do you know them?”

“Do I know them?” Himawari echoed, “I love them! My favourite song is Illusion,” she explained, “the memory of you, is the only thing I have in my mind,” she began to sing; her bright eyes fixed for Suiren to continue the song, awkward, Suiren sat up and pulled her legs against her chest.

“Maybe it was the colour of your eyes, maybe it was the way your forehead wrinkled to frown, either way you had me wrapped around,” Suiren continued and happy the young girl resumed to sing along to her favourite song, her body language hyper and giddy.

Humoured, Suiren wrapped her arms around her legs curious to why a young girl like her knew such a depressing song. “Do you like sad music?” Suiren asked and with a shrug, Himawari returned her sight to the show.

“If I like a song, I’ll listen to it,” she hummed and fascinated, Suiren raised the both of her eyebrows.

As the circumstance had returned to the both of their eyes glued on the screen, Suiren had suddenly been captivated by the frames on the tables, the picture frames that displayed a happy family, as much as a confident girl Suiren displayed herself to be, the long-haired girl couldn’t help but feel, jealous. Envious of their captured moments that included them having a picnic, appearing at a festival or having fun at home.

“We’re not as happy as you think,” Himawari muttered and shocked Suiren snapped her head towards Himawari who had now fixed her gaze on the Uchiha.

“What do you mean?” Suiren asked, “at least your father is here.”

“I know,” Himawari agreed, “he’s just a really busy person, and it hurts Boruto so much to the point it gets him angry.”

Humoured, Suiren laughed through her nose. “I remember, like how he paints on the Hokage faces as an act of rebellion,” Suiren brought up which had made Himawari laugh as well.

“You must miss your dad,” Himawari said and for such a young girl to empathise with her and comprehend that the lack of a father presence can hurt deeply, no matter how much she could deny it, a sob had tried to release from the back of her throat but Suiren had hastily captured it.

As she held back a tear, Suiren covered her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry, this doesn’t really happen,” Suiren quickly apologised and hastily, the green-eyed girl stood to her feet while Himawari shadowed her movements.

“I’m so sorry,” Himawari sadly apologised and Suiren shook her head.

“It’s not your fault,” Suiren replied, “I just need to use the bathroom,” Suiren said and shortly after, the girl had escaped to the restroom, she had planned to throw cold water against her face, it was what she had needed, mayhap it was someone who was outside of her situation that spoke about his absence, but Suiren had felt her body heat with sadness, but there was a coldness in her feet that had made her figure tremble.

She took in a deep breath as she twisted the tap loose and shortly after the sound of water slapping against ceramic appliance occurred, as she cupped water with both of her palms Suiren eventually threw the icy temperature against her face before she looked into the mirror.

Her features the same but there had been a uniqueness with her pupils, dilated to the point that she could barely see the green-ness she was aware of, thus, she leaned closer to get a better look and suddenly everything around her had changed, instead of the bathroom she had entered---she had been admist a sandy area.

Confused, Suiren turned around, between the light flow of sand that carried and flew around her, quiet choir-like hums occurred, which had Suiren fleshed with anxiety. She had restricted herself to speak, to not alert anything or anyone that could attempt to hurt her.

A spike of sand had slowly begun to rise from the ground and each second the sand had rose, the humming noise had increased. Confused, Suiren furrowed her eyebrows, suspicious to what it had been. Had it been the Sand Stone? Was she in Sunagakure?

Curious, Suiren pulled herself closer to the sand spike, willing to learn the answer but the choir-sound had erratically increased, which had caused Suiren to clasp her ears at the ear-damage, and over-whelmed, she had screamed.

“Stop it!” She shouted and eyes screwed shut, Suiren cowered her body as the noise began to over-take her, as she began to feel like she had been dragged down the noisy pits of hell, the girl had suddenly been yanked backwards by a magical force that had her returned to the bathroom and in the same position she was in---ere she had been pulled into the sandy abyss.

Aside from the sound of running water, the noise that had come from Himawari who had repeatedly knocked on the door had aided Suiren to return to reality. Exasperated, Suiren quickly turned off the tap water and briskly wiped her face with a clean towel before she twisted her body in direction of the sealed door. “I’m coming!” Suiren called out as she put the face towel back, the long-haired girl had taken one more look at the still mirror ere she exited the toilet.

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Tired, Suiren had lazily walked towards home with the lunch box given to her by aunt Hinata, as much as she had fun being around Himawari, she had been refreshed with how hyper-active the young girl could be, she had remembered telling it to Lady Hinata who had laughed and said she had gotten that trait from her father.

The long-haired girl had been happy that she had been able to return back home but the second she had perceived that the place she had once known as home had been left completely destroyed, heartbroken and confused the girl had let out her second scream; while from the corner of her eyes she had seen a recognisable short-haired woman quickly running towards her.

Shizune.

Who was known to be Suiren’s god-mother, Tsunade’s apprentice alongside her mother Sakura, she had served Tsunade when she became the Fifth Hokage and served the Sixth and Seventh as well. “Suiren!” Shizune called, the sounds of her heels loud as she had hastily made way towards the young girl.

“Auntie Shizune?” Suiren questioned, over-whelmed by the unfortunate events she had walked into, Suiren had felt her mind swirl into a panicked state as she wondered of the whereabouts of her mother and sister. She had pondered if they were in danger and were in need for help, but her mother and Sarada were known to be strong women, so Suiren had forced herself to keep faith.

Yet, the apologetic look on Shizune’s face had Suiren’s lip quiver in fear and once again, Suiren’s eyes went wide but Shizune placed a hand on Suiren’s shoulder with a look of comfort. “What happened, isn’t what you think it is,” Shizune said and in relief, Suiren loudly sighed as she placed a hand against where her heart was, while an awkward dry chuckled had emerged from the back of her throat, she had almost felt herself tear up at the thought of her little family gone.

“We know how bad your mother’s temper is,” Shizune said, “Sarada challenged the legitimacy of your mother being the birth mother of the two of you,” she then explained, “and it led to that happening,” she had then awkwardly smiled as she twisted her gaze to the damaged home.

Once more, Suiren dropped her shoulders, disappointed in both her mother and sister. “Your belongings have been taken to the apartment your family will be staying in for a while during the time we build the new Uchiha home.”

Upset, Suiren crossed her arms as she allowed Shizune to take her to her new building, which would be in an apartment complex, for her, it would be a huge change, depending on the size of the apartment, Suiren was used to areas that carried a lot of space. However, as much as Suiren had been annoyed of the broken home she had walked into, which had unironically symbolised the state of her little family, Suiren couldn’t help herself but focus on what Shizune had informed her. “Sarada questioned our mother if she was our true mother?” The young girl muttered, offended herself, Suiren placed her hand against her chest aware of the humoured look that Shizune carried.

“Are they at the new house?” Suiren asked.

Shizune turned to look away with a troubled look on her face. “They’re a bit pre-occupied with something.”

Confused, Suiren perked her right eyebrow. “Of what?” She questioned, hands on her hips a little annoyed that she was left out.

“I cannot tell you,” Shizune forwardly responded. “They don’t wat you to interfere with what is going on.”

Offended, Suiren gently clicked her tongue as she continued to follow Shizune down the direction of her new home. Aware that the moment her mother and sister return to her, they’d be in for profound questioning.

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The moment Suiren had entered the apartment, she had claimed the second biggest bedroom, truthfully, the little girl had wanted the biggest bedroom but had to be reminded that the largest bedroom has to be for her parents which had left and opening for Suiren to say, “parents without the s.”

Shizune had then kindly aided the girl to become comfortable in her new home before she left, and after everything had been finished, Suiren had unpacked the food she had been given by Lady Hinata and began with her fare. The table she ate on had been simple, which had made Suiren consider telling her mother they’ll need to go shopping soon.

As she had eaten the microwaved food, she had remembered how Boruto would always boast about his mother’s cooking, which she herself had considered impeccable. Yet, as much as Suiren had wanted to enjoy the fare she had been disturbed with low whispers that had begun to cloud her mind.

She had recognised the voice, but couldn’t put her finger on who the voice belonged to. Bothered, Suiren raked her fingers through her hair as she had forced herself to chew on the food, but the taste had slowly begun to make her sick, along with her senses over-whelming her---her vision began to blur. Suiren had thought it could’ve been because of the low blood sugar gene she had received from her mother, but this commodity felt different.

Ill, Suiren had placed her hand against her heart, lightly terrified of the unknown root of the situation, but as much as she had wanted to be aware of what was happening, the girl had fell against the floor and had unconsciously embraced the darkness that had speedily taken her to a new realm.

She had immediately recognised it when she woke up, and had deemed the area to be darker and colder than usual. As she had shuddered, Suiren had firmly hugged herself, first, to warm herself, second, to protect herself. In search of the boy, the girl had carefully walked around the atmosphere but he was nowhere to be found.

Tired, Suiren had neared herself to the spot she’d always go to sit down but the second the girl had reached the area, deep shudders and whimpers had emerged into the dark space. Alert, Suiren briskly perked her head up, suspicious, she had followed the sound and had finally found the poor boy who had shaken in fear, he had cowered his body, long fingers in his dark hair as he whispered and cried a bunch of muddled words as little specks of tears dropped against the cold ground.

His voice shook, in a state of fear the boy had almost lowered his body until Suiren had decided to reach to touch him, thus, immediately, the boy had smacked his hand away from her, alert. “Don’t touch me!” He loudly screamed, paranoid of the pressure around him, the second he saw a recognisable figure jump back due to his hasty violence, the boy quickly twisted his body towards her surprised.

“I’m sorry,” Suiren apologised, hand over the hand he had touched, the girl’s wide eyes had slowly and calmly returned to normal as he eventually recognised who she was.

“Why are you here?” He breathed and just as perplexed as the boy, Suiren shook head.

“I don’t know,” she said, “but I want you to calm down.”

Exasperated, the boy turned away from her. “I can’t,” he responded and without fear, Suiren reached for his arm, aware that she could get an ill response she had still put her bravery forward and pulled the boy to where she was going to sit.

The place had been colder than before and the young girl had been aware that the temperature had reflected the commodity of his emotions and to stop that from happening, Suiren had pulled the boy to sit down next to her. Unsure, the boy had allowed the long-haired girl to do what she had wanted to him, slightly apprised that Suiren had not wanted to hurt him.

She had then chuckled. “It’s so fucking cold,” she whispered and he hadn’t said anything thus she had returned to focus on her palms as she gently leaned the side of her body against his. One hand horizontally on top of the other, Suiren had calmly focused on what she had wanted to do.

Gently, a calm flame had evoked from her palms, a pretty orange flame with fire tints and specks had smoothly warmed the two teenagers who had immediately calmed down due to the glow. Surprised, the boy had softly sat up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern. “How did you do that without incantation?” He curiously inquired and calm, Suiren had gently hushed him as she continued to allow the fire to heat the both of them and as time smoothly passed, the boy could feel himself eventually calm down.

Unaware, Suiren had leaned her head against his chest comfortable by the safe hearth that had now radiated from his skin. Mild, the boy had gently pressed the nub of his chin against the top of her head as he silently watched how the flame had smoothly danced against her palms.

“What happened?” The girl calmly asked and still secretive, the boy pursed his lips together unsure if he should tell her or not.

Used to his mysterious behaviour, Suiren remained calm and joined to watch the warm view that had lived on the face of her hands until the male had eventually spoke. “I’m an experiment for someone.”

Stunned, Suiren looked up at him, her dark green eyes currently in lock with his usual ice-like grey orbs, though, forthwith, there had been a difference to the coldness of his eyes, it was as if the ice had finally begun to melt. Empathetic, Suiren knitted down her eyebrows as her eyes encouraged him to continue speaking, yet, with the small sentence he had told her, the girl had comprehended why he was so hostile. “I’m sorry,” she politely whispered.

He sneered as he pulled away from her, compared to the different nights she had appeared in his dreams, this current time, the boy had sat closer to her than usual, he was at arm’s length and had looked at the cold stony floor in deep thought. With her lips pressed into a thin line, she had hoped that they were going to have a more comfortable and emotional conversation, yet, Suiren had speculated that mayhap she had trust in him too much. As she had stopped using her flame, she had become aware that the atmosphere was colder compared to when she had entered.

“I come here almost every time I go to sleep,” Suiren said, “don’t be afraid to open up to me, I’m not here to hurt you.”

“I’ve heard of that before,” he snapped and dryly humoured, Suiren raised the both of her eyebrows, as she had considered that there would be no more progression between the two of them, she had pulled herself up to her feet.

Aware that the boy had watched her every move, Suiren had dusted the light dust and dirt off herself as she prepared herself to exit the realm.

“Kawaki,” the boy finally said and confused, Suiren twisted her perception towards his direction. “My name is Kawaki,” before Suiren could react anymore, the mind portal she had already created to take her back home had been formed, and the only kickback Kawaki saw on her face was the dazed expression that she had worn before she had been taken away.

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Startled, Suiren loudly gasped as she had returned to reality, she had placed her hand against the hearth of her throat and had become aware that she had been back to the position she was in before she had collapsed. She had still been alone and the food she had barely eaten had sat cold.

Uncomfortable, Suiren pulled herself off her feet to wash her hands and face, and the minute she had been in the bathroom, the girl had heard the front door open, and alert, Suiren head had perked up in autopilot, aware that she had recognised two of the chakra energies that had entered the home, but there was something different about the extra one that had joined them.

Confused, Suiren strolled to the lightly sealed bathroom door---while the voices of her mother and sister had seeped through the corridor, Suiren had exited the bathroom, ready to drill the two women on their latest adventure, but the moment her eyes had landed on the two women, Suiren’s eyes examined the masculine figure who bored a cloak over his body, eyes dark like Sarada’s and a gentle look on his face that had held years of history and wisdom that flicked a memory in Suiren’s brain.

She had paused as the trio had finally figured that Suiren had stood in the corridor that led to the main bathroom, the soft light that had Suiren under a warm spotlight, had revealed the still and dazed look Suiren had on her face---while she had observed the shocked expression the tall man had worn on his. Suiren had known that her mother and sister had left the village but she didn’t know that they’d return with the man she had reticently longed for a long time.

Her father.

“What the fuck happened?” Suiren questioned and angrily, Sakura furrowed her eyebrows.

“Language!”

Defensive, Suiren raised up her hands, self-righteous in her demeanour, “I’m sorry I didn’t expect my dad who I haven’t seen or heard from for a very, very long time to just casually walk through the door!” Suiren said and each word she had pronounced had jumped an octave that had represented her anger and alarm.

Awkwardly, her father, Sasuke had turned to look at his wife who had then closed the door behind them. “Something happened that had caused your father to return,” Sakura said, tired, she had kicked off her sandals, aware that Suiren hadn’t planned to drop her temper anytime soon, the pink-haired woman had silently wished she didn’t have the anger she had that passed onto her twin daughters.

“Oh right, so Sarada left to find our father because she thought you weren’t our mother?” Suiren said as she slowly began to lose her confidence, as much as she had wanted to display herself as someone assertive, her father could see the over-whelmed scrutiny his youngest daughter had on her face.

The moment he noticed the expression on Suiren’s face he took the initiative to calm the essence of the conversation. “We should all calm down; we can sit down and talk about it---”

“I don’t want to,” Suiren seethed, “you don’t get to come here and decide to have a family talk while being MIA for multiple of years---”

“Suiren,” Sarada sadly reached out, empathetic with Suiren’s irate emotions, but too ruffled Suiren shook her head.

She had no intentions of feeling calm over this, she herself had been surprised that her twin had been placid and harmonious when she walked into the apartment, when it was Sarada who had been the most emotional between the two of them. “No!” Suiren called out. “You three can talk amongst yourself, I’ll be in my room.”

Thus, without second thought, Suiren had angrily stormed into her bedroom as she had then flung herself against her bed after she had closed her door. She had sulked against her pillow, Suiren had wished he hadn’t come on such an erratic moment, but deep within she had always known that she had wanted her father back, but on the other hand, she had always ignored the angry commodity she had directed towards him and on the random night that he had come back, those feelings had spilled on autopilot.

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sofya-fanfics · 9 days ago

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La vérité enfin révélée

Fandom : Boruto

Relationship : Boruto x Sarada

Voici le deuxième chapitre de mon histoire : La vérité enfin révélée. J'espère que ça vous plaira.

Chapitre 1

AO3 / FF.NET

Chapitre 2 :

Boruto marchait dans les rues désertes de Konoha. La nuit enveloppait encore le village, plongé dans un profond sommeil. Il regarda autour de lui. La reconstruction avançait. Quelques habitations avaient déjà été rebâties, mais la plupart des habitants vivaient encore sous des tentes de fortune. Certains avaient trouvé refuge chez leur famille dans les villages voisins. Naruto et sa famille avaient obtenu une nouvelle maison, mais ils avaient préféré la laisser à une famille qui en avait davantage besoin. Peu importe où ils vivaient, l’essentiel était qu’ils soient ensemble.

Boruto poursuivit son chemin dans le village et sans s’en rendre compte, arriva aux statues des Hokages. Cela faisait plus d’une semaine qu’il était sorti de l’hôpital et depuis il peinait à trouver le sommeil. Il n’en avait parlé à personne. Il ne voulait pas inquiéter ses parents, surtout sa mère. Il voyait bien qu’elle s’en voulait de les avoir laissés seuls, lui et Himawari, pendant toutes ces années. Ce n’était pas de sa faute et ni lui ni sa sœur ne pourraient jamais lui en vouloir. Même s’il n’avait jamais été totalement seul et que Sasuke était devenu une figure paternelle, ses parents lui avaient manqué. Il était heureux d’avoir retrouvé sa famille. Pourtant, cela ne suffisait pas à apaiser ses insomnies. Il se sentait exténué, comme perdu dans un tourbillon.

Il s’assit au sommet de la statue de Naruto, inspira profondément et regarda sa main à l’endroit précis où se trouvait le Kama. Il n’y avait plus rien. Il avait disparu lors de son combat contre Kawaki. Momoshiki avait disparu. Il ne restait plus rien de lui. Chaque fois qu’il y pensait, une sensation étrange l’envahissait. Momoshiki avait fait partie de lui pendant des années, parfois tapi dans l’ombre, parfois murmurant dans son inconscient, tentant de prendre le contrôle. Boruto s’attendait toujours à l’entendre ou à le voir ressurgir. Mais c’était fini.

Ironiquement, il devait cela à Kawaki. Ce dernier s’était servi d’un jutsu qui aurait dû le tuer, mais seul Momoshiki avait été touché. Kawaki l’avait-il épargné intentionnellement ? Boruto n’en avait aucune idée et il n’était pas encore prêt à lui poser la question. Naruto lui avait annoncé qu’il avait réussi à faire avancer son procès et qu’avec un peu de chance, il serait bientôt libéré. Boruto ne pouvait s’empêcher de se demander ce qui arriverait une fois Kawaki sorti de prison. Mais il gardait en tête l’idée d’aller manger un burger avec lui, prouvant que le passé était derrière eux et qu’ils pouvaient désormais avancer.

Boruto sourit en percevant le chakra de Sarada derrière lui. Depuis la disparition de l’Omnipotence, ils n’avaient pas eu l’occasion de passer beaucoup de temps ensemble. Il savait qu’elle essayait de rattraper les années perdues avec son père. Même si c’était elle qui lui avait demandé de l’aider, il s’en voulait d’être la raison pour laquelle Sasuke avait dû quitter sa famille. Elle ne s’était jamais plainte, mais il se doutait que cela avait été difficile pour elle. Sarada s’assit près de lui, si proche qu’il pouvait sentir son parfum.

« Qu’est-ce que tu fais dehors si tard ? Demanda-t-elle.

-Je pourrais te retourner la question. »

Sarada sourit timidement.

« C’est juste une insomnie. Et je savais que je te trouverais ici. »

Boruto écarquilla les yeux.

« Je te connais par cœur, ajouta-t-elle. Je sais que tu repasses en boucle tout ce qui s’est passé. »

Boruto esquissa un faible sourire. En effet, elle le connaissait par cœur, tout comme lui la connaissait par cœur. Son sourire, sa façon de se mordiller les lèvres quand elle était nerveuse, la manière dont elle fronçait les sourcils lorsqu’elle se concentrait et ce regard réprobateur qu’elle lui lançait à l’académie chaque fois qu’il faisait quelque chose qu’elle n’approuvait pas. Toutes ces petites choses lui avaient permis de tenir bon ces dernières années. Malgré la distance qui les séparait, elle était toujours avec lui.

Lorsqu’il était revenu à Konoha et qu’il l’avait revue pour la première fois, ses sentiments pour elle n’avaient fait que se renforcer. Mais il savait qu’il devait garder ses distances et taire ce qu’il ressentait. À cause de Momoshiki, Kawaki, Code, l’Omnipotence… Il avait beau y réfléchir encore et encore, il savait qu’il ne devait rien lui dire pour la protéger. Car depuis la formation de l’équipe 7, c’était son but. Protéger Sarada. Mais désormais, tout était différent. Plus personne n’était sous l’emprise de l’Omnipotence, Momoshiki avait disparu et Kawaki avait retrouvé ses esprits et serait bientôt libre. Plus rien ne l’empêchait d’aimer Sarada. Et quelque chose lui disait que ses sentiments étaient réciproques.

« Est-ce que tu vas bien ? Demanda Sarada. Tu me regardes bizarrement. »

Boruto rougit. Il ne s’était pas rendu compte de la manière dont il la regardait.

« Désolé. Je me demandais si ça te dirait de manger un burger avec moi, quand le Thunder Burger sera reconstruit.

-C’est un rendez-vous ? »

Boruto acquiesça.

« C’est un rendez-vous.

-J’aimerais beaucoup. »

Sarada posa sa tête sur son épaule, et un immense sourire illumina le visage de Boruto. Tant que Sarada était avec lui, il pourrait tout affronter.

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Boruto observait le stade qui se remplissait peu à peu. Cette année, l’examen de Chunin se déroulait à Konoha et l’événement rassemblait tout le village pour célébrer la nouvelle génération de shinobis. Certains habitants des autres villages avaient fait le déplacement pour assister à cette dernière épreuve, apportant avec eux une atmosphère d’excitation et de tension. Comme toujours, les Kages étaient présents, ce qui signifiait que la sécurité avait été renforcée. Boruto veillait à ce que tout se passe bien. Il avait l’impression de revivre le moment où lui-même avait passé cet examen des années plus tôt. Un souvenir teinté d’erreurs et de regrets. Mais aujourd’hui, ce n’était pas lui qui affrontait cette épreuve. Cette fois, c’était son fils qui se tenait parmi les finalistes.

Saruto avait douze ans et s’il ressemblait physiquement à Boruto, son regard déterminé et son intelligence vive étaient un héritage de Sarada. Son visage était un mélange harmonieux de ses deux parents. Les cheveux blonds légèrement ébouriffés et des yeux noirs perçants où se mêlaient le Sharingan et du Byakugan. Il avait hérité de l’instinct combatif de son grand-père Naruto et de la rigueur stratégique de Sasuke. Ainsi que de la volonté de sa mère de devenir le futur Hokage.

Boruto scruta les gradins, observant les derniers spectateurs arriver avant de se téléporter jusqu’à la tribune des Kages. Seule Sarada était déjà là. Depuis trois ans, elle portait le titre de Hokage, succédant à Naruto qui avait pris sa retraite après des décennies de combat et de sacrifices. Lorsque son père avait enfin décidé de se retirer, Sarada avait pris la relève avec une fierté inébranlable. Elle était un leader remarquable, respectée à la fois pour son intelligence, son pragmatisme et son immense capacité à inspirer confiance. Et comme Boruto lui avait promis, il était devenu son bras droit, veillant dans l’ombre pour la protéger.

Sarada fixait le stade, concentrée. Boruto savait exactement ce qui traversait son esprit. Après tout, cela faisait vingt ans qu’ils étaient ensemble et quinze ans qu’ils étaient mariés. Il se plaça derrière elle, passa ses bras autour de sa taille et l’attira contre lui.

« J’ai le cœur qui bat la chamade, dit-elle. Je suis à la fois nerveuse et impatiente de le voir combattre et devenir Chunin.

-C’est normal, répondit Boruto en souriant. C’est le premier de nos enfants à passer l’examen.

-Et c’est la première étape de son programme pour devenir Hokage. »

Boruto ne put s’empêcher de rire doucement. Dès qu’il était entré à l’académie, Saruto avait préparé un plan précis pour devenir Hokage et l’avait fièrement présenté à Sarada, qui l’avait examiné avec un sérieux absolu et l’avait encouragé à atteindre son objectif. Saruto n’avait pas seulement grandi avec cette ambition en tête, il l’avait construite pas à pas. C’était une facette de leur famille que Boruto adorait. Chaque objectif était pris avec sérieux et chaque rêve était encouragé avec passion.

« Ayumi et Souta sont arrivés, dit Boruto.

-Je les ai vus s’installer avec mes parents et les tiens. »

Ayumi et Souta étaient leurs deux autres enfants. Ayumi, qui venait de fêter ses dix ans, était une prodige en devenir. Sa grande obsession était d’apprendre tous les jutsus médicaux possibles. Elle passait des heures à s’entraîner avec Sakura et malgré son jeune âge, elle s’était donné pour objectif de surpasser sa grand-mère un jour. Son tempérament passionné et son perfectionnisme rappelaient fortement Sarada, bien que Boruto aimât dire qu’elle avait aussi hérité de sa propre impulsivité. Souta, quant à lui, avait cinq ans et vivait dans un monde bien différent. Son univers tournait autour des jeux et des entraînements improvisés avec ses amis.

Des bruits de pas résonnèrent dans le couloir. Boruto jeta un regard vers la porte.

« Les autres Kages vont arriver, dit-il. »

Sarada se tourna vers lui.

« Je ne serai pas loin, ajouta-t-il.

-Je sais, sourit Sarada. »

Leur regard se croisa un instant, un échange silencieux empreint de tendresse et de complicité. Puis ils s’embrassèrent brièvement avant que la porte ne s’ouvre. Boruto se téléporta immédiatement.

De là où il se trouvait, il vit Inojin s’avancer au centre du stade, prêt à expliquer le déroulement de l’épreuve finale et à annoncer les combats à venir. Saruto et son adversaire passeraient en troisième. Boruto sentait son excitation monter. Il avait hâte de voir son fils combattre et concrétiser ses rêves. Son regard se porta sur les statues des Hokages, où le visage de Sarada était désormais gravé dans la pierre, aux côtés de ceux qui l’avaient précédée. Un sourire éclaira son visage.

Toutes les épreuves et les difficultés qu’il avait traversées l’avaient mené à cet instant précis, celui où il vivait heureux avec sa femme et ses enfants.

Fin

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