Boruto Uzumaki

As I walked through the halls of the ninja academy, Boruto, now of legal age—he was just 18 years old—the curious and judgmental stares of the other students were fixed on me. Being Boruto Uzumaki wasn't easy; I carried the weight of my family name and everyone's expectations on my shoulders. Despite the stares, I kept my head held high, trying to ignore the murmur of voices around me.

Suddenly, a girl stepped into my path, blocking my way. Her gaze was challenging, as if she wanted to test me.

"Get out of my way ," I said firmly, without obvious annoyance but with enough authority for him to know I didn't have time for games. My eyes narrowed slightly as I waited for his reaction, bracing myself for whatever was coming.

As I walked through the academy hallways, the curious and judgmental stares of the other students were fixed on me. Being Boruto Uzumaki wasn't easy; I carried the weight of my surname and the expectations everyone had. Despite the stares, I kept my head high, trying to ignore the murmur of voices around me.

Suddenly, a girl crossed my path, blocking my way. Her gaze was defiant, as if she wanted to test something.

Get out of my way.

I said in a firm voice, without apparent annoyance but with enough authority to let him know I didn't have time for games. My eyes narrowed slightly as I waited for his reaction, preparing myself for what was to come.