Most of the village of Konohagakure was configured by residential buildings surrounded by large amounts of nature.
There were places within that nature where people who worked in agricultural manufacturing lived, or places where people supplied some of the many provisions of nature, lumber not being the last.
Those people’s residences were no more than small islands inside the huge ocean that went by the name of a forest.
The young boy, Uzumaki Boruto, was now running through that huge forest.
He was a boy who had inherited his father’s golden hair and blue eyes, and resembled his mother with his gentle facial features.
On his forehead his hiatai-ate, which was proof of being a ninja, shone radiantly.
Had he become a genin -the lowest rank of shinobi- because he wanted to chase after his father, or because he wanted to part ways with his father?
Boruto wasn’t sure yet.
Neither his mother or father had ever told him to become a ninja, but there was no mistake that his surroundings had expected it.
No– he himself, when he’d been far younger, had definitely thought that he naturally wanted to be a ninja like his father.
But now, I’m…
“Boruto, don’t space out!”
“I wasn’t!”
The one who was running next to him was a genin who was in his three-man-cell, his classmate, Uchiha Sarada. Characteristic thick glasses and black hair, a gloomy young girl. Lately, she’d become quite popular among their male ninja classmates, but if you asked her childhood playmate Boruto, then–
“She’s just gotten a bit taller lately, she’s the same Sarada as always, isn’t she?”