Jōgan Anomaly

Fifteen years after the Fourth Great Ninja War ended, the sunlight over the Hidden Leaf Village mingled with a warm breeze, sweeping across the newly carved Hokage Rock and the bustling Ninja Academy. On the training ground, the sound of young shinobi's kunai slicing through the air intertwined with the muffled thuds of taijutsu clashes. Training in an age of peace carried less of the restlessness of gunpowder and more of a drive toward the future.

Uzumaki Boruto shook the stray hair from his forehead. The Rasengan in his palm flickered faintly, only to collapse the instant it took shape. Irritated, he kicked at the ground, hating how he was always bound by the label of "the Hokage's son," and hating even more that he still could not fully control the strange power inside him. Ever since the battle with Momoshiki, his right eye would often glow with a pale-blue radiance. It was the Jōgan bestowed by the Three Realms Gate, able to see through chakra pathways and sense dimensional fluctuations, yet it always slipped beyond his control at crucial moments.

"Boruto, you're getting restless again." Sarada gripped her kunai as the Sharingan on her brow slowly closed. "Chakra flow isn't controlled by brute force. You have to calm down and hold on to your true self." Her tone carried the steadiness of the Uchiha Clan, and her obsession with becoming Hokage drove her to give everything in every training session.

Mitsuki stood beneath the shade of a tree, faint Sage Chakra lingering around his fingertips as he said softly, "Your heart is following the fluctuations of the void." He could always sense subtle resonances others could not detect, a faint projection of the Gap Net's perception upon the new generation.

Boruto was just about to retort when a sharp