A New Beginning (Life)

The age of ninjas was about to end!?

The boy in front of the screen had been full of anticipation, thinking this would be a work that carried on the passion of youth. He never expected such an awkward plot to unfold before him.

"If I could, I'd even want to transmigrate into it and continue writing my childhood myself, instead of watching this trash ruin my youth!"

At the same time, within an ancient hall, the flames of the oil lamps swayed gently. Their faint yet bright light colored the mysterious, empty room.

At the top of the hall, only one aged figure sat high above on a cushion, dozing off. His horizontal, rectangular sage eyes shone with unprecedented brilliance.

"I have foreseen it. The new Child of Destiny will descend at any moment. The future of the Shinobi World... Eh? What was I going to say?"

Fukasaku & Shima: ...

This was Mount Myōboku, one of the Three Great Sage Regions. As the Great Toad Sage capable of foreseeing certain calamities, Gamamaru had once again glimpsed a fragment of the future in his dreams.

It was an extremely blurry figure—a boy whose eyes glimmered pale blue and aqua blue.

However, Sage Fukasaku beneath the hall was clearly confused. "The Shinobi World has already entered an era of peaceful development. Does it still need a Child of Destiny?"

Gamamaru: "What Child of Destiny? What kind of dumpling is that?"

Fukasaku: ...

The two sages stood there speechless. Though they could not make sense of the situation, they still notified the intelligence toads to pass the matter on to Naruto of the Hidden Leaf Village.

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

"Yeah, we haven't seen him in years. How about I make some of my specialty dishes and send them over too?"

Sage Shima got to work as soon as she said it.

Whoosh—

The soft rumble of the train passed by his ears as the scenery around him blurred and flowed backward. The howling wind whipped against him, making his robe flutter loudly.

A boy with pineapple-shaped hair sat atop the train. He looked up at the sky, his deep blue eyes seeming even bluer than the heavens themselves. Confusion filled his clear gaze.

The boy sitting beside him saw Boruto spacing out. Though exhausted by it, he still reminded him kindly.

"Boruto... Hey, Boruto, Ninja Academy starts tomorrow. Are you even listening to me?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm... I know."

Hearing that, Boruto gathered his thoughts. As an old Naruto fan and anime enthusiast, he immediately realized that he had come to the world of Naruto—and it was Boruto: Naruto Next Generations!

"Huh? Are you seriously listening?" Shikadai was not surprised by Boruto's reaction. He sighed and said earnestly, "Boruto, stop throwing little tantrums all the time. Don't make your dad lose face."

Boruto, the transmigrator: ...

Boruto's mind was in a mess. One second ago, he had been yelling at the television, and the next, he had somehow ended up sitting on top of a train in the wind?

Seeing that Boruto remained silent, Shikadai continued, "I'm telling you, there's a lot to prepare for school."

"Oh, yeah..." Boruto answered casually.

"What a drag." Shikadai could not help clicking his tongue. "Anyway, settle down and study properly. Stop dragging me down all the time."

"Okay."

Uh... Boruto suddenly becoming obedient left Shikadai at a loss. He pressed a hand to his forehead and reminded him, "I'm leaving. Don't be late on the first day."

With that, he stood up, seized a utility pole by the roadside at the right moment, and got off the train with practiced ease.

Boruto remained on the roof of the train, still dazed as he tried to adapt. What happened next in the plot again?

As Boruto recalled the story, he also sensed his own condition. As a transmigrator who had read countless transmigration novels, he could not help feeling disappointed. There was absolutely no cheat system whatsoever.

Even the Chakra within his body... Boruto carefully sensed the Chakra flowing through his Undersea Wheel, and his hands unconsciously formed seals.

Poof—Shadow Clone Technique.

Three figures appeared in the smoke, as though they had been pulled out of a mirror. They looked exactly like Boruto, like triplets.

Though he could use Chakra, Boruto's expression remained gloomy. He felt no joy at being able to use ninjutsu.

This was just too pathetic!!!

Naruto's first technique had been the Multi Shadow Clone Technique. He had directly summoned over a hundred clones, turning a one-on-one fight into a group beating!

Damn. With strength like this, let alone saving the Shinobi World, he would be lucky not to hold everyone back!

After complaining for a while, Boruto jumped off the train and headed home along the route from his memories.

Instead of complaining about the present, he might as well think carefully about how to become stronger.

He recalled Naruto losing the Nine-Tails while protecting him in the story. Although it had nothing to do with him, Naruto had accompanied his entire childhood. He did not want to see Naruto helpless and isolated again.

Especially the Nine-Tails' sacrifice—it had made him furious and heartbroken in front of the screen. Boruto: Naruto Next Generations existed to ruin childhoods. Since he had transmigrated into Boruto, he had to stop that from happening!

As he imagined the future, he passed an overpass and saw a boy in blue being dragged into an alley not far beneath the bridge.

Only then did Boruto suddenly remember that, according to the plot, he was supposed to save this weak boy. A series of storylines would begin from there.

To move the plot forward, Boruto, despite not wanting to meddle in other people's business, quietly made his way to the alley and stood on the railing, ready to act.

"Denki, is this all you've got?" the gang leader demanded.

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

"That's true, but we don't want to come all this way for nothing, right?!" As he spoke, the man stepped forward, preparing to use force.

Seeing that the timing was right, Boruto lightly jumped down from the railing. His ninja physique let him land steadily as he stepped in front of the gang leader.

"What the hell?" the thug cried out.

"The person here to shut you up!"

Boruto did not waste words. He raised his hand and threw a punch straight at the man's face, easily knocking him back with the strength of a ninja.

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

"Damn it, you little brat!" the man cursed in pain.

Seeing their boss get hit, the two remaining lackeys immediately became furious and shouted arrogantly, "Bastard, you dare hit our boss? Are you looking to die?"

"I'm hitting you lot too," Boruto retorted without fear.

"Damn it, don't look down on us! Get him!" The three thugs attacked together.

"Competing in numbers? Too bad I've always liked winning with more people against fewer!" As he spoke, his hands swiftly formed seals. "Shadow Clone Technique!"

Three figures rushed out of the smoke and quickly brawled with the thugs.

The original Boruto calmly took the stolen wallet from the gang leader, then quietly led Denki away from the alley.

Poof, poof... As all three Shadow Clones were defeated, the three thugs finally realized they had been fooled.

On the balcony, Boruto handed over the wallet. After briefly introducing themselves, they got to know each other.

However, Denki kept his head lowered, his face filled with sorrow. He muttered softly, "They'll only bully me even worse from now on."

His reaction was naturally within Boruto's expectations. Boruto then repeated the lines from the original plot, encouraging Denki to pull himself together.

At dusk, the two became friends. They walked together down the dim streets, chatting happily as they spoke of their dreams.

Denki wanted to change his cowardly nature. He wanted his father's approval.

As for Boruto, he would set a small goal for now: become the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki!

The Hokage Residence.

At the entrance, Boruto stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar home for a long time.

This was the goal Naruto had worked toward throughout his childhood, and the story I watched throughout mine. Since I've transmigrated here, I have to protect all of this!

He gently pushed open the door. Facing the familiar furnishings, Boruto sighed softly and called out as custom demanded, "I'm home."

"Boruto? Didn't we agree we'd celebrate today?" A familiar voice reached his ears.

Hinata, dressed in casual clothes, slowly walked out from inside.

She was tall and graceful, with a delicate figure, flawless features, and fair skin. Most of all, her gentle, attentive eyes brought to mind a soft breeze blowing across a lakeside in summer.

A perfectly gentle breeze, carrying a trace of warmth amid its calmness.

"Uh..." Seeing her up close, Boruto could not help feeling a little nervous and awkward.

When he was young, his favorite character had been Hinata Hyuga—the shy girl full of tenderness who had always watched Naruto from the shadows.

Now that he was seeing his first love in person, and from so close... Boruto was overwhelmed with mixed emotions and could not help feeling somewhat disappointed.

He did not know whether his fantasy had been shattered or whether he resented having transmigrated into the wrong era. Now that he had become her child, could he possibly be perverted enough to make a move on his own mother?

Seeing Boruto standing there in a daze, Hinata walked over with concern, rubbed his pineapple-shaped hair, and asked, "Did something happen today? You don't seem very happy."

"No, nothing." Boruto hurriedly answered. "I tripped on the road and embarrassed myself in front of Shikadai."

"Ha ha." Hinata smiled softly and comforted him, "Don't worry about it too much. Everyone trips and falls sometimes."

Though the atmosphere was amusing, it was even more filled with the warmth of family. Boruto felt increasingly embarrassed and quickly changed the subject. "I'm hungry. What's for dinner tonight?"

"Big brother's back!" A little girl rushed over excitedly and happily jumped onto Boruto's back.

She was Boruto's younger sister, Himawari Uzumaki.

"I helped make dinner tonight too," Himawari said happily, acting cute with her brother.

"Mm, Himawari is the best."

"Okay, okay, stop fooling around in the hallway. Come inside, wash your hands, and eat."

"Okay..."

The family ate together happily. Tonight's meal was especially lavish, covering the entire table.