"What destiny of the Uchiha clan?! What nonsense about being born to burn your life away in the clan's wars?! It's all bullshit!"
Boruto pointed at Nameless, his voice trembling with emotion, but every word rang clear. "Look at yourself! Do you have a name?! No, all you have is 'Nameless'!"
"Do you have a home?! No, all you have is a cell! Do you have the right to choose your own life?! No, all they gave you was a chain called 'weapon'!"
He drew a deep breath, as if he meant to pour out every bit of anger and injustice in his chest:
"What did the Uchiha clan give you? A cage to lock you in? A seal to exploit you? Sour rice? Or a future where you're destined to die in battle?"
"Why should a 'clan' like that, a 'destiny' like that, deserve everything you have?!"
"The point of a clan isn't to turn living people into cold weapons!"
"A real family, real bonds, mean doing what we do: braving danger to find our friends, refusing to give up hope even when there's no way out, supporting each other, staying alive together, and seeing a better tomorrow together!"
He reached out farther, his hand nearly touching Nameless's cold fingers.
"Your life is yours! It doesn't belong to the Uchiha, and it sure as hell doesn't belong to this war!"
"The choice is yours now! Stay here as that 'Nameless' weapon and wait for death to come, or take my hand and come with me."
"We'll see the world outside together, eat food that actually tastes good, and find a real name of your own and a reason to live!"
Nameless froze.
She looked at the boy standing where light met darkness. His blond hair seemed to glow in