Perspective

As we traveled inside the train, my gaze swept through the endless wave of sand in the desert.

So much sand, and yet, what I saw was blood. A sea of blood, corpses piling on one another, forming hills.

The sight was gruesome, and I'm living in such a gruel world. Throughout the history of the Ninja world, many have rebelled, many have chosen the path I did.

While some others chose to be righteous, another set chose violence as their goal, some just did it for the adrenaline, whilst some purely on hatred.

They sought vengeance, power, in return for sadness, pain, and suffering. While the righteous sought justice, in return for the same.

Afterall, what do people love more than a hero die trying? They seek entertainment within their own species' or any other species' suffering.

Sure, there might be people who are truly supportive and righteous, but all it takes is a twist of fate to change their perspective as well.

The world was always gray for me, there was no true evil or true justice within my view, all were the same. Flesh and Skin.

That is precisely why I don't bat an eye toward a person's value, life, status, emotion or anything similar.

All I care for is my own existence, my safety, my emotions, which I barely have to be honest.

I seek no vengeance, no justice, for I, Boruto Uzumaki, just see the world lit on fire, waiting to collapse today or tomorrow or far in the future, it is inevitable.

My worldview may wary of another's, but I have no problem with that, nobody has the same view, not even twins.

My goal of destroying every Village had no particular reason except for my interest, no hatred, no masterplan, no plan for ruling the world or anything. It was just a goal born out of my sole reason for existing.

Combat.

Whatever else I tried to do, never really got my interest. My attachment to my own family was hanging on a thin line of thread.

Whether I can experience these things called love, hatred, or passion, I don't know. I truly have no clue for what the future holds for me.

"Oi, we're here"

Mitsuki's voice brought me out of my thoughts, I nodded.

We left the train, leaving toward Konoha. Soon, about 30 Minutes of sprinting, we reached Konoha.

Guards and Shinobis were waiting for our arrival, we were ordered to see the Hokage before doing anything, even visiting our own homes.

After arriving at the Hokage's office, as the main source, whether Hokage's son or not, I was interrogated.

Fortunately, Naruto with his authority, strictly refused to prob the children's minds including mine, the method causes the victim to relive their memories, and for their safety and health, Naruto strictly prohibited the use because it could trigger their emotions and lead to depression or similar situations.

The special ops obliged, they were not going to use it in the first place because they already have gotten the information available, the ops were just checking if both, Mist's and Leaf's information was without any holes.

I, along with my classmates was ordered to prepare for Cho-Cho's funeral. I separated from them as soon as we exited the building.

I slowly approached my home, entering through the front door.

"Eh--!!"

I heard a voice from upstairs, peeking at me was a girl with dark blue hair and cerulean eyes, her cheeks had markings similar to mine.

The girl, my sister Himawari, teared up before jumping from the staircase.

"Brother!!"

She yelled as she lunged at me, tightly hugging me. Wrapping my arm around her back, I hugged back.

She sniffed, my shoulder drenched by her tears.

My attention was caught by fast footsteps, I had only a chance to catch a small glimpse before an even tighter hug embraced me.

"Boruto"

My mother whispered, her voice almost inaudible as she cried her heart out.

"I-I... I was so worried! I almost thought I...I-"

"I'm okay, mother. Don't cry, I'm here now, aren't I?"

I slightly smiled, I didn't know even if it was one. But it was enough, she nodded, hastily rubbing her eyes.

I looked at her, she seemed to have aged atleast 10 years, dark bags were under her eyes, her lips were dry, as if she was dehydrated for a whole day.

Her face was pale, looking almost colorless. I returned the hug before walking toward the dining hall.

"I'm kinda hungry, can you give me something to eat, mom?"

She smiled, her hands were slightly trembling. She stood up and went to cook something. Meanwhile, I sat on the couch beside Hima.

"Brothe-"

I pulled her head, placed a pillow, and pushed her on it.

"Rest"

I said. Her eyes closed as soon as she heard it, she too, looked like haven't slept for weeks. Sigh. What a hassle of a sister.

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