Back in Konoha, Boruto Uzumaki sat atop one of the tallest buildings in the village, looking out over the peaceful streets below. It was a stark contrast to the chaos that had defined his father's generation. He had always known that peace was a fragile thing, but recently, it felt even more so. The attacks, the whispers about the Yōkai Clan—it was all too much.
"Hey, Sarada," Boruto said, turning to his best friend, Sarada Uchiha, who sat beside him. "You think this whole Yōkai Clan thing is a big deal?"
Sarada adjusted her glasses, her face set in a thoughtful expression. "It's a huge deal. Whoever they are, they're not just some rogue group. They're targeting people close to my family. Your dad too."
"I don't get it. Why are they doing this?" Boruto asked, frustration creeping into his voice. "What's their endgame?"
Sarada's eyes darkened. "That's what we need to find out. But if what my father says is true, we're about to face something far worse than anything our parents ever fought."
Boruto stared at the village, the weight of their parents' legacy pressing down on him. He had always looked up to his dad, admired him, and wanted to be like him. But now, it felt like the world was shifting beneath his feet.
"You ready for this?" Sarada asked, her gaze unwavering.
Boruto looked back at her, determination in his eyes. "Yeah. We'll figure it out, together."