In the fifteenth year after the Void Nether receded, the winds of the Omni-Dimension finally gained a gentle layer called "clarity."
It was no longer the defenseless ease of a hundred years ago, nor the taut chill of wartime, but a state of balance that knew darkness yet turned toward light, knew fragility yet understood perseverance. The streets and alleys of Konoha were still wreathed in the smoke of daily life, and children still ran and laughed, but in every pair of eyes there was a trace of certainty beyond their years. From childhood, they knew that peace was not a gift from heaven, but a flame each generation of living beings lifted up with their own hands; existence was not inevitable, but a miracle held fast with every heartbeat.
Boruto, Sarada, and Mitsuki still lived in that small courtyard in Konoha, but they no longer deliberately concealed who they were. They had become the "Order Keepers" of the Omni-Dimension, yet they were not rulers standing high above all others. They were more like Guides walking through the world, only reaching out gently when living beings lost their way—not walking the road for them, not bearing the burden for them, only telling them: the road had to be walked by oneself; the light had to be held in one's own hand.
That year, Konoha held the first Shield of Rebirth coming-of-age ceremony.
Boys and girls who had turned sixteen no longer merely received a token symbolizing stability. Instead, they had to complete three things with their own hands: plant a tree of their own, carve a Seal of Existence of their own, and make a vow of protection of their own. They came from every village of the Shinobi World and every race of the Omni-Dimension. Some were descendants of