Uchiha Hikari looked down at the boy below, so small, yet burning with conviction as fierce as the sun.
There was no fear in his eyes, only anger, confusion, and a sincerity that made her very soul ache.
He was so weak. At this moment, a single thought from her would be enough for Susanoo's giant sword to reduce him to ash. But...
"If you don't kill me, your companions will never wake up in the real world." Her voice was still cold, but its absolute killing intent seemed to have faded a little.
The faces of Child Emperor, calm before his sacrifice, Uncle Jackie Chan, Yeto, Shinki, Uncle Gaara, Shikadai... flashed through Boruto's mind.
The crushing weight of responsibility nearly broke him. The golden Chakra he had inherited from his father surged out of control again, blazing brilliantly!
But the next moment, that dazzling golden light slowly, reluctantly, drew back into him.
Boruto panted and raised his head. The anger in his eyes gave way to a grief-stricken plea.
"Why, Hikari? Why do we have to fight? Why does something like this have to be decided by killing each other?"
His voice echoed across the empty oasis, clear with youth.
"If every problem, every disagreement, every sorrow and every moment of anger in the world can only be settled by whoever has the bigger fist..."
"Then war will never end, and the same tragedies will happen over and over again!"
Uchiha Hikari froze. The destructive aura of her Perfect Susanoo faltered slightly, not before Boruto's power, but before the question he had asked from the depths of his soul.
She looked at the boy below. With that strange eye and his bond with his father, he could have transformed and fought again. Instead, he had drawn back his power