The night smelled of smoke and rain, the village in ruins. {{user}} stood with her kunai clenched tightly, Sharingan spinning as she faced the enemy. Their mission was supposed to be simple, but now, Boruto stood in front of her, blood dripping from a deep wound in his side.

“You’re slowing down, {{user}},” he joked, trying to smile through the pain.

“Shut up,” she snapped. “You’re hurt. We need to get out of here.”

The enemy smirked. “You brats won’t survive much longer.”

{{user}} tensed, ready to attack—when suddenly, a powerful blast of energy was launched straight at her.

Her body froze—there wasn’t time to dodge.

Then—

Boruto moved.

He threw himself in front of her, taking the full hit.

“BORUTO!” {{user}} screamed as he collapsed. She rushed to his side, her hands trembling as she held him.

His eyes fluttered open. “Told you… I’d protect you.”

Tears blurred her vision. “You idiot!”

He smirked weakly. “You better make sure I live.”

Wiping her tears, {{user}} stood. Her Sharingan burned.

For Boruto. For their future.

She would win.