In the hundredth spring of the Omni-Dimension World of Constancy, Konoha's cherry blossoms bloomed even more lavishly than they had a century ago. Pink-white petals followed the path of the wind, scattering across every inch of the Shinobi World, drifting as well toward the Glaze Clan's domain of light, the Stardust Clan's halo sea, and the stream sources of the Water-Drop Beings.
Niansheng had grown from a half-formed being of light-dust into a lively youth, his body wreathed in a faint golden glow woven from Heart-Traces and Heart Locks. When he walked, petals circled him on their own, and wherever he passed, dead trees sprouted and cold streams warmed. He no longer passively transmitted warmth, but had learned to use the will of the Omni-Dimension as his guide, allowing the power of protection to flow naturally.
That morning, Boruto was still sitting by the river on Konoha's eastern outskirts, fishing. His peachwood fishing rod hovered above the water, its thread of light moving without wind. The white at his temples had spread over half his head, and the sharpness of his Jōgan had faded, leaving only gentle clarity. He watched the fish swimming freely beneath the surface, a faint smile at the Corner of his Mouth.
Sarada walked over with a bamboo basket on her arm. Inside were freshly picked berries and pages that had just been copied out. She set the basket on the bluestone and brushed the fallen cherry blossoms from Boruto's shoulder with her fingertips. "A few beings from the Omni-Dimension border came to the library today. They said they sensed movement along the Path of Time. It wasn't an echo of the past, but ripples of something newborn."
Mitsuki sat among the branches of a flowering tree, the light threads of the Gap Net hanging like