Sunset. (Part 2)

His consciousness awakened before his own eyes. He immediately felt the hardness under his back; He was on his back on a rather hard and uncomfortable floor. Mirai tested its sockets under its eyelids, and then slowly opened them.

Little by little, he got more context. His body was just waking up. The sunlight blinded her for an instant before closing them again to rearrange herself.

Recalling everything that had happened, Mirai stopped panting and complaining, and sat down at an incredible speed. He didn't care about the pain in his body, nor the throbbing of his head and eyes. Mirai searched around for the people who were with her before.

He encountered a scenario quite different from before. Above it there were no dark clouds full of blood, and although there was humidity as a hint of a rain, nothing gave indication that a bloody storm had passed by. In addition, the sunset was even clearer than before; when there were only black clouds like sky and lightning like sun.

She then scrutinized her surroundings, for the calm and rather peaceful environment of uninterrupted nature was too strange and alien to her at this time. It didn't take long to notice the bodies around her.

- Boys! – Exclaimed as a first instinct. He approached one of the nearest children in four. –

He examined the person's well-being before realizing who it was. This person's identity was confirmed when he held his head gently, and checked his face. It was Doushu, one of the children on the team that Ibiki once led.

The boy's cap was next to him, so his recognition was previously prolonged for a few seconds, thanks to that detail.

- Doushu-kun... Guys! They're fine?! Is anyone conscious?!

Within seconds, someone responded with a moan.

Then, one more; Then two others joined, until consciousness expanded.

- Everyone here is okay?! No one is hurt?! Mirai asked with a strong tone of voice, to make sure she was heard. In his lap, Doushu showed signs of returning. She still stunned, adjusted her tone to a lower one. – Doushu-kun, Doushu-kun. Are you okay? Can you get up?

The brown boy with long bangs, opened his eyes. He was left analyzing the face he had on him.

- Look... saint? – he spoke. –

- How are you feeling?

- ... I'm fine... What happened...?

The black-haired shuddered slightly.

- I don't know... – he said, watching as everyone sat or helped others to do the same. – Tell me, can you accommodate?

- I guess... I'm not sure. – replied the chestnut. – My head is spinning...

Mirai suddenly felt some uneasiness. Why did his heart beat faster and his limbs tremble whenthe Genin hinted that he needed help? She was willing to help them, yes. But I didn't understand why I felt that fear.

Surely... it could be because of the last words of Shikadai's father, and the promise she made to him.

- Come on, I'll help you stand up. – he said finally. Still with fear in his gaze, but with a semi-present decision. – On the count of three, use only the strength in your legs. I will sustain you.

- It is ok...

Just as she said it, she picked up the boy when she reached number three. He still couldn't stand alone, and she had to run the boy's arm over his shoulders to help him be stable. He closed his eyes with an expression far from comfortable. He guessed that his dizziness increased from the sudden change.

As she worriedly inspected all the children who were composing themselves, she noticed the absence of the adults. The Chunin who had supposedly conducted a summoning jutsu.

- Where...? Where are the others...? – he asked. Doushu made a questioning sound, believing that the question was for him. However, she replied to him. – The adults who formed the Jutsu... They are not there!

His statement brought many out of the dream.

- What happened...? My head hurts a lot...– Wasabi spoke in a heavy tone. –

- Me too... – Her best friend soon agreed. The Chunin of both of them was practically on Namida, to protect her from the strange force that previously seemed to want to swallow them all.

- I feel the same way... – The Samurai girl lifted her chin off the ground, but she was still face down, with her gun on one side without letting go. – My body feels numb... and my muscles... My muscles keep demandingthat I stop.

Within minutes, everyone was seated. More than consent.

- What happened? Where is everyone? – The Uzumaki made the first question to everyone's ears. – The old man... and the others. Where are the Chunin who were with us?

- Does that matter?! – Enko, Doushu's companion, shivered as she stood on her hands and knees. – This pain... It's not normal. And suddenly everything has calmed down.

- He's right...

Boruto immediately turned when he heard Sarada's voice.

His two companions, Sarada and Mitsuki, did the same as Enko. They sought to get up, but their bodies did not respond, and their faces reflected the pain they felt.

- I feel like my Chakra has been completely exhausted, but it's not. – Mitsuki spoke. He was breathing heavily. – Some may be given more than others, but we are going through the same thing.

- Don't you feel the same way, Boruto? – Sarada questioned. –

With that already on the table, Boruto inspected the mark on his palm.

El Karma.

Certainly, his body felt numb. His hand was shaking. However, he did not feel what bothered most.

- No... I can't feel anything.

- Boys...

Metal Lee's voice was introduced. He was looking at the opposite side of everyone, and his face was as pale as paper. It was common for Metal to be nervous... For everything, however, in the current situation, that fear was an alarm.

- Kaminarimon Denki asked him with extreme concern.

Trembling in the process, the Younger Lee raised his hand. When he pointed in the direction he was looking, his voice trembled in the same way.

- What's wrong...?! Weren't we... there does nothing?

Lee's words were like a thread. That led them all in the right direction.

For others, it would be a fairly normal and calm scenario. However, for them it was a confirmation that what these adults said, made sense.

- What happened? ¿All... is it okay now? – The boy with the bowl cut, asked with cloudy confidence. –

Everyone began to inquire. Their faces darkened as the wind made the leaves of the trees dance. Mirai left Doushu with her two companions, who, petrified, took him by each arm to ensure their well-being.

The one with the red eyes ignored the questions and words of disbelief. She looked with surprise at the stage that was expanding for her eyes, and was slowly heading towards the front of everyone. Mirai had to see every roof, every point that, from his position, appeared to be people; To say what everyone was thinking.

- Konoha... It is ok. – The cold breeze enveloped her. The band on his arm with the familiar brand, began to move thanks to it. – It is not destroyed... There is no smoke.

In response to her freezing, or simply increasing disbelief, Iwabee spoke after her. Just as disturbed as his friends.

- Whether or not there is smoke is not what stands out. But the fact that the whole village is as good as new...

- It is as if nothing has happened. – Denki commented next to him. –

That was enough for both of them to look at each other with orange eyes.

- Jutsu! – Namida caught everyone's attention. She squeezed the collar of her soaked sweater . – The adults... didn't they say that this technique took us back to the past?

- That's impossible! No one can return to the past! Renga, the tallest of the Anbu children, disagreed. But he instantly hesitated. " Right, Mirai-san?"

She didn't answer. Only his back was what everyone saw. To the Sarutobi watching the Konoha that shone under the sunset.

- Mirai-san? – Denki asked this time. –

Getting no response, everyone's hearts began to beat faster. They looked at each other, trying to find some logical answer to what was happening.

Perhaps the village was still destroyed, but with areas still standing. Someone soon gave that guess, until, in a cold way, Mirai answered.

- That's impossible. From the moment we climbed, the village could clearly be seen in pieces. Also, even if the storm hindered my vision, there should be traces of destruction.

There was a deathly silence.

Until ChouChou made a call with a mesmerizing tone. As if his terrified mind was elsewhere.

- Wasn't there a pretty ugly storm? – His terrified face was seen by his teammates, as well as by the others. – Why does it seem that not much fell? Everything was flooded not long ago.

- He's right! – Everyone affirmed their words, equally astonished. – The ground is wet, but as if only a drizzle occurred.

- Or a heavy rain, with wind in between. – Taketori, the masked man, guessed in the middle of the messy discussion. – But nothing indicates that the storm passed through here! Even the trees look good...

There they stayed. It was not known whether or not they enjoyed the view. It was scary, and everyone's stomachs didn't seem to feel comfortable with such a confusing situation. There were things that had no logic, no matter how clever the group took pains to analyze in their heads.

At the moment when everyone had already settled down to get a better look at the village that was resting in the distance, an ash-haired boy turned in terror. He almost hugged himself, as if seeking protection from something looming behind his back.

- Inojin?!

- What's going on?! Is something wrong with you?! – His friends rushed to inquire. –

However, he failed to paraphrase her feelings and discomfort. His jaw was shaking, and he was beginning to break out in a cold sweat.

- Are you feeling good, Inojin-kun?! You're turning blue! – Tsuru approached his side to inquire, but got no response. –

While the dark-haired woman looked for some clue as to what was happening to her fellow Ninjutsu doctor, the Sarutobi looked over her shoulder at the situation. Her extremely attentive eye, and her instinct calling her out loud.

Something inside his chest, bounced.

- "Hiden!" – she warned loud enough to be heard by all. –

It took only a few seconds, just a few. Most didn't know where to go or how to act when they received the sudden order. They went as soon as possible to the bushes on the side of the steep road, just after the eldest of all, came forward and took Inojin. Within seconds, there was no trace of them anywhere.

There was a short silence, but it felt quite long. They didn't know what or who they were fleeing from. They only did what their instinct warned them to. And they were lucky to obey him.

Suddenly, when in a few seconds they had become accustomed to the sound of leaves dancing in the breeze, they felt the presence of outsiders. Where they once stood, lay two Anbu limbs. When his feet touched the ground, it was as if they were setting off a time bomb.

The children who hid saw through the bushes, making sure that their eyes were not bright enough to attract the attention of those masked Ninjas. The mere presence of these people made their blood cold, especially the three children, whose teacher was Captain Anbu of the village.

Beyond that, none were used to seeing an Anbu member. Namida couldn't see, and hid his face on Wasabi's shoulder. Tsubaki, on the other hand, was squatting, with one hand in the holster of his gun. His eyes didn't turn away from them, but he didn't put so much care either. She used the ultimate wisdom she had learned from her teacher in the country of Iron, to be one with the air and not attract attention.

Everyone was the same, except Mirai. She had her back lying on the dirt floor, which was more like a small drop that led to a ditch behind the bushes. He lay down alert, with his eyes on his shoulder so as not to lose the attention of the possible enemy. While, at the same time, the Yamanaka trembled in his chest.

Inojin was embraced by the Sarutobi, more by instinct. She had dragged him because he had frozen, and now they couldn't move given the position they were in. The boy had his cheek lying on top of the Chunin vest of the pelinegra, and his eyes so wide that they looked like they would pop out at any moment.

He didn't want to turn around, and look at the Anbu. His heart was beating faster because he was forcing himself not to breathe.