Thirty years after the Gap Net became the Heart Core of the Omni-Dimension, the morning light in the Leaf was forever filled with the scent of grass, trees, and hearth smoke. The bluestone roads had been worn smooth by time, and newly planted cherry trees spread along the streets and alleys. Petals fell into children's hair, onto old people's shoulders, and over the halos of passing beings. There were no forehead protectors, no boundaries—only gentle connection.
Boruto sat on a wooden chair in the small courtyard, his fingertips lightly touching the ground. His Jōgan was closed, yet he could clearly feel every inch of the Omni-Dimension's heartbeat. He was no longer the boy who had once been eager to prove himself. The years had worn his sharp edges into a warm foundation, and only the resolve deep in his eyes had never faded. Sarada sat beside him, leafing through the newly organized notes of the Omni-Dimension. The violet-gold light in her eyes was soft; the Eternal Mangekyo was no longer used for battle, only to sense the veins of bonds and record every warm encounter. Mitsuki leaned beneath the flowering tree, pale-gold threads of light drifting gently with her breath. She lived and breathed as one with the Omni-Dimension, and every heartbeat stirred the resonance of billions upon billions of beings.
"It's been thirty years," Sarada said softly, closing the notes. "From the retreat of the Void Nether, to the Gap Net's rebirth, and then to the Covenant of the Boundless... the Omni-Dimension has finally become what we most wanted to see."
Boruto nodded and looked toward the plaza. Children's laughter drifted from there. The beings of the new generation were gathered around the Seal of Existence stele, carving their names into it with their own hands. They had never