[Every word Boruto spoke felt like throwing a burning stone into the pool of dead, pitch-black silence in Nameless's heart.]
[Those words she had long since dared not think—"freedom," "companions," "the sun," "the purpose of living"—all carried an incredible warmth that made her soul tremble with heat.]
[She stared blankly at Boruto, at this boy who clearly found himself in a desperate situation with no way out, yet was still burning with anger for the plight of a "stranger."]
[The prolonged darkness had made her almost forget what the light looked like, and at this moment, what burned in Boruto's eyes was the outline of the sun, long since blurred in the depths of her memory.]
["What's all that shouting for! What are you shouting about!" An impatient voice drew near, accompanied by heavy footsteps.]
[A middle-aged man wearing the standard dark, high-collared attire of the Uchiha clan and a few strands of black hair hanging over his forehead walked up to the prison door, his brow tightly furrowed. "Death is on your doorstep and you still can't settle down!"]
[Hearing the voice, Boruto looked over. When he saw the man's face clearly, he was stunned at first, and then a sliver of hope, like someone grasping at a straw in a desperate situation, violently seized him.]
["Un... Uncle Jackie?!" Boruto practically threw himself against the bars, shouting excitedly, "It's you! Great! Hurry, hurry and get us out of here! What on earth is going on?!"]
[The man called Jackie Chan was clearly stunned, and he suspiciously looked Boruto up and down. "How do you know my name? Get you out?"]
[Jackie Chan sneered, his gaze looking like he was viewing a lunatic. "You little spy sent by the Hyuga House, has your brain been fried from being locked up?