Arato stood in the middle of the village, still looking up at the gloomy sky. The sound of people cheering could still be heard surrounding him.
But,
He ignored all that.
Arato glanced at the two Shinobi in front of him. The two of them still looked at the boy, their faces didn't dare say anything to him. It was understandable to Arato, the possibility that he had corrupted Space and Time was in the back of his head. "Hei!?" Boruto called. "You..." He continued. "Hmm?" Arato turned his head to look at his own hand which was starting to disappear.
Arato closed his eyes, "Thank you..." Arato said. "For everything." He smiled as he said that. He felt a little sad, considering that might have been the last words that he said to his parents.
"Arato—" Before Sarada could express how she felt, the boy left with the winter breeze. Boruto grabbed Sarada's shoulder, "Come on, don't cry." He said. "We'll definitely meet him, I'm sure of it." Boruto confidently said that.
...
The sound of a cell phone ringtone rang somewhere around the Land of Fire's Forest.
On the screen cell phone display a call from an unknown number.
Huuh?? Uzumaki Arato wakes up in the middle of an old seemingly uninhabited hut. Hei Patner?? Yamato called out to him. Dream? Arato lifted his face from under the mat, he felt the phone still finding.
However,
Before that.
He ran to the back of the hut, spewing out what was interfering with his digestion. "I've gotta stop doing this stuff." He sighed, then picked up his phone. "Hello." Arato said.
"Hello, Oni Of Dancer."