Boruto's Resolve

The next day, the Canopy Screen began playing again.

[Boruto returned to the hotel room Iwagakure had arranged for him, utterly dejected. He fell facedown onto the bed, his mind in turmoil.]

[What do I do? Do I hand over Uncle Sasuke's Millennium Key?]

[No, absolutely not! Who knows what terrible things that monster might do with the key?]

[But if I don't do what he says, tomorrow night...]

[The memory of Bakura's icy words and the piercing agony he had felt when Bakura crushed the black mist sent a shiver through Boruto.]

[Then someone sprang to mind: the powerful duelist who had crushed him with overwhelming strength, whose gaze was as cold and proud as ice, and who possessed the Blue-Eyes White Dragon!]

[If it's him—if it's that guy Haimā—he's so strong. He must have some way to beat Bakura, right?]

[That thought was the only light in the darkness. Boruto shot upright in bed.]

[He immediately shook the sleeping Shikadai beside him. "Shikadai! Wake up! Come on, wake up!"]

[Shikadai rubbed his eyes groggily and complained, "What is it, Boruto? It's the middle of the night..."]

["Shikadai, do you know who that guy who beat me today is? Where does he live?"]

[Shikadai yawned and forced himself awake. "Him? I think he's Lord Fourth Tsuchikage Deidara's son. His name's Haimā."]

["They say he's a dueling prodigy, one of the best of Iwagakure's younger generation. Why do you want to know? Was getting crushed once not enough?"]

["This isn't about dueling!" Boruto said urgently. "I need to see him about something else—something important! Shikadai, come with me to find him tomorrow!"]

[Shikadai saw how unusually serious Boruto looked. There was even a trace of pleading in his eyes. He didn't look like he was joking or itching for revenge.]