Gaara: Sasuke, you bastard, you don't understand anything at all!

Late at night, in a relatively quiet neighborhood in Star City's East District.

Unlike the commercial center on the west bank, this area was mostly neatly planned apartment buildings and detached courtyards, with a peaceful, secluded atmosphere.

The lights in most windows had already gone out. Only a scattering of streetlamps gave off dim, gentle yellow halos in the night, casting elongated shadows across the ground.

Now and then, patrol police vehicles drove past in silence, their roof lights slicing fleeting bands of red and blue through the darkness.

In a five-story inn with a sign that read "Star Inn," a room facing the street on the second floor was still lit.

The room was small, its furnishings simple: two single beds, a desk, two chairs, and a wardrobe.

The window was half open, and the evening breeze carried a faint chill as it stirred the beige curtains.

At the desk, a boy who looked about twelve or thirteen, with spiky blond hair and a black jacket, was currently sprawled over it.

He propped his chin in both hands, his brows slightly furrowed, his bright blue eyes staring unblinkingly at the strange creature on the tabletop.

It was a "turtle" about the size of a palm, with a peculiar appearance.

Its shell was dark cyan, its surface covered in rings of white circular patterns like the growth rings of a tree, gleaming faintly under the lamplight.

The skin beneath the shell was pink on top and white below, looking soft and elastic. Its eyes were narrowed to slits, as if it would never fully wake up.

This was none other than Karasuki, the mysterious treasure tool used by the Otsutsuki Clan to travel through space and time.

Boruto stretched out his index finger and, with a touch of curiosity, carefully