Tsukihime's Conditions

Tsukihime sat on the sofa, her long hair as white as snow and her clothes as pale as frost. She cradled a cup of tea that Kiyomi herself had brewed— even the guards hadn't dared to stop her.

Hearing the door open, she slowly raised her head, the corners of her lips lifting.

"Hokage, long time no see."

"It's only been three days." Boruto walked in, his tone calm. "What are you doing back?"

"To discuss terms." She set down her teacup, her gaze as cool and unfathomable as moonlight.

"What terms?"

"I helped you drive off the Otsutsuki main family." Tsukihime rose and walked toward him. "Don't you think I deserve a reward?"

Boruto narrowed his eyes. "What do you want?"

"Let me live in the Leaf."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"That's all?" Boruto could hardly believe he'd heard her correctly.

"Yes." Tsukihime smiled faintly. "I was sealed away for a thousand years. I want somewhere quiet to live. The Leaf is nice—mountains, water, and... someone whose blood resonates with mine."

She looked at him meaningfully.

Letting an Otsutsuki live in the village? It was like keeping a sleeping dragon in your home.

The risk was enormous.

But Boruto knew that if she truly wanted to destroy the Leaf, she could do it with a single thought.

"What are you worried about?" Tsukihime saw through him, the corners of her mouth lifting. "Afraid I'll hurt the villagers?"

"Isn't that a possibility?"

"I have no interest in ordinary people," she said coolly. "Their lives are too short, and their emotions too noisy. I only want to rest."

She paused, her gaze falling on Boruto's forehead. "Besides... the Otsutsuki bloodline inside you is still unstable. It flares up from time to time, and last night it even