A New Beginning (Life)

# Chapter 1: A New Beginning (Life)

The era of ninjas is about to end!?

The young man in front of the screen, full of anticipation, thought this would be a work continuing the passion and fervor of youth, but never imagined that he would be presented with such an awkward plot.

"If I could, I'd even want to travel back in time and personally continue my childhood, rather than watch this terrible drama ruin my youth!"

At the same time, inside an ancient hall, the flame of an oil lamp flickered slowly, the weak but bright light illuminating this mysterious and empty room.

Above the main hall, only a decrepit figure sat high, dozing on a cushion, a pair of horizontal sage eyes radiating an unprecedented brilliance.

"I foresee it, a new child of destiny will descend immediately, the future of the ninja world... eh? What was I going to say?"

Fukasaku & Shima: ...

This is Mount Myōboku, one of the three great sacred lands. As the Great Toad Sage who can foresee certain disasters, Gamamaru saw a glimpse of the future in his dream.

It was a very blurry figure, a young man with eyes radiating a light, watery blue.

However, Fukasaku Sage, below the hall, was clearly very puzzled: "The ninja world has already developed peacefully, will there still be a need for a child of destiny?"

Gamamaru: "What child of destiny? What kind of dumpling is that?"

Fukasaku: ...

The two sages were speechless and stunned in place. Although they didn't understand the situation, they still notified the information toad to pass the matter on to Naruto in Konoha.

"Naruto is already busy enough, I hope we didn't disturb him," Fukasaku sighed.

"Yes, it's been many years since I saw him. How about I make some of my specialty dishes and send them over together?"

Shima Sage acted as soon as she spoke.

Whoosh—

The light sound of the train passing by brushed past his ears, the surrounding environment blurring as it moved rhythmically behind him, the howling wind blowing against him, causing his robes to flutter and rustle.

A young man with a pineapple-shaped hairstyle was sitting on top of the train, looking up at the sky. A pair of azure eyes seemed even bluer than the sky, and his clear eyes were full of confusion.

The young man sitting next to him, seeing Boruto spacing out, felt weary but kindly reminded him.

"Boruto... hey, Boruto, tomorrow is the opening day of ninja school. Are you listening to me?"

"Oh, oh, I am... I know."

Boruto heard this and regained his thoughts. As an old Naruto fan and anime lover, he immediately realized that he had come to the world of Naruto, and it was even Boruto!

"Huh? I'm asking if you're listening seriously," Shikadai wasn't surprised by Boruto's reaction, sighed, and said earnestly, "Boruto, don't always act petty and embarrass your dad."

Boruto (transmigrator): ...

Boruto's mind was a bit confused right now. One second he was yelling in front of the TV, and the next second he was inexplicably sitting on top of a train, enjoying the breeze?

Seeing that Boruto hadn't said anything, Shikadai said again, "I'm telling you, there's a lot to prepare for the start of school."

"Oh, um..." Boruto replied casually.

"How troublesome," Shikadai couldn't help but mutter, "Anyway, calm down and study hard, don't always drag me down."

"Okay."

Uh... Boruto's sudden obedience surprised Shikadai. He pressed his forehead and instructed, "Let's go, don't be late on the first day."

After speaking, he stood up, seized the opportunity to grab the roadside telephone pole, and skillfully got off the train.

Leaving Boruto sitting on the roof of the car, continuing to adapt in confusion. What's the next plot again?

While recalling, Boruto sensed his own state. As a transmigrator who had read countless transmigration novels, Boruto couldn't help but be disappointed that there was no golden finger at all.

Even the Chakra in his body... Boruto carefully sensed the Chakra flowing through his lower abdomen, and then unconsciously formed hand seals.

Poof—"Shadow Clone Technique."

Three figures were created in the smoke, as if pulled out of a mirror, exactly the same as Boruto, like triplets.

Although he could use Chakra, Boruto's expression was worried, and he had no joy in being able to use ninjutsu at all.

It was really too weak!!!

He remembered that Naruto's first learned technique was Multiple Shadow Clone, directly summoning about a hundred clones, forcibly turning a one-on-one fight into a group fight!

Damn it. With such strength alone, not to mention saving the ninja world, not holding back would be a blessing!

After complaining for a while, Boruto jumped off the train and walked towards his home following the route in his memory.

Instead of complaining about the present, it's better to think about how to become stronger.

Thinking of Naruto losing the Nine-Tails in the plot in order to protect himself. Although it had nothing to do with him, Naruto had accompanied him throughout his childhood after all, and he didn't want to see Naruto isolated and helpless again.

Especially the sacrifice of the Nine-Tails, made him angry and sad in front of the screen. Boruto was used to ruin childhoods, since he had transmigrated into Boruto, he must prevent such a thing from happening!

While imagining the future, he just passed the overpass and saw a young man in blue clothes being dragged into the alley not far below the bridge.

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Just then, Boruto suddenly remembered that, according to the plot, he was supposed to rescue this weak boy. Only then would a series of storylines unfold.

To push the plot forward, Boruto, who didn't want to meddle, silently came to the alley and stood on the railing, ready to go.

"Denki, is this all you've got?" the leading thug demanded.

"Isn't this enough?" the boy called Denki retorted softly.

"That's true, but we don't want to work for nothing, do we?!" As he spoke, the man stepped forward, preparing to use force.

Seeing that the time was right, Boruto lightly jumped down from the railing. His ninja physique allowed him to land steadily, standing in front of the thug leader.

"What the hell?" the thug exclaimed.

"Someone who's going to shut you up!"

Boruto didn't waste words, raising his hand and delivering a punch straight to the face, easily knocking him back with his ninja strength.

Bang—the leader was sent flying by the sudden punch.

"Damn it, you little brat," the man cursed.

Seeing their boss get hit, the remaining two lackeys immediately flew into a rage, shouting arrogantly, "Bastard, you dare hit our boss? You've got a death wish!"

"I'm hitting you," Boruto retorted fearlessly.

"Damn it, don't look down on us! Let's get him!" Seeing this, the three thugs launched an attack together.

"Trying to outnumber me? Too bad I've always liked winning with numbers!" With that, he skillfully formed hand seals, "Shadow Clone Technique!"

Three figures emerged from the smoke, quickly engaging the thugs in a brawl.

The real Boruto calmly took the stolen wallet from the thug leader, then quietly left the alley with Denki.

Bang, bang... As the three shadow clones were destroyed, the three thugs realized they had been tricked.

On the balcony, Boruto handed over the wallet, exchanging simple greetings as a way of introduction.

But Denki hung his head, looking grief-stricken, muttering softly, "I'm just going to be bullied even worse from now on."

His reaction was naturally expected by Boruto, who then repeated the lines from the original plot, encouraging Denki to cheer up.

At dusk, the two became friends, walking together on the dimly lit street, happily chatting and sharing their dreams.

Denki wanted to change his cowardly nature, hoping to gain his father's approval.

As for Boruto, well, let's start with a small goal: to become the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki!

The Hokage Residence.

Standing in front of the door, Boruto gazed at the familiar yet unfamiliar house, pausing for a long time.

This was Naruto's goal throughout his childhood, and a story I watched for a childhood. But since I've transmigrated, I must protect it all!

Gently pushing open the door, facing the familiar layout, Boruto sighed and, doing as the Romans do, called out, "I'm home."

"Boruto? Weren't we supposed to be celebrating today?" The familiar voice reached his ears.

Hinata, dressed in casual clothes, slowly walked out of the house.

A tall figure, a delicate build, impeccable beauty, and fair skin, especially those gentle and meticulous eyes, reminiscent of the tender breeze blowing across a summer lake.

An appropriate gentleness, and a tranquil breeze with a hint of passion.

"Uh..." Seeing her up close, Boruto couldn't help but feel a bit nervous and awkward.

As a child, his favorite character was Hinata Hyuga, that tender girl who always watched Naruto from the shadows.

Now, seeing his first love in person, and at such close range... Boruto couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions and a bit of disappointment.

He didn't know if it was the shattering of an illusion or resentment at transmigrating to the wrong era. Now that he was her child, could he really be perverted enough to make a move on his own mother?

Seeing Boruto standing there in a daze, Hinata walked over with concern, ruffling Boruto's pineapple hair, and said, "Did something happen today? You don't seem very happy."

"No, nothing," Boruto replied hastily, "I fell on the road and embarrassed myself in front of Shikadai."

"Haha," Hinata smiled gently, comforting him, "Don't worry too much about it, everyone falls down sometimes."

Although the atmosphere was comical, it was filled with more of a family warmth, which made Boruto feel a bit embarrassed, so he quickly changed the subject, "I'm hungry, what's for dinner tonight?"

"Big brother's home!" A little girl ran over excitedly, jumping onto Boruto's back.

It was Boruto's sister, Himawari Uzumaki.

"I helped make dinner tonight too!" Himawari said to her brother, acting spoiled.

"Yeah, Himawari is the best."

"Alright, alright, don't run around in the hallway, come in and wash your hands before eating."

"Okay..."

The family happily ate together, the dinner tonight was especially lavish, filling the entire table.

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