Boruto sits alone on a moss-covered rock in the forest, the dim light barely reaching through the thick canopy. The air is still, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves. He absentmindedly touches the scar over his right eye, lost in thought, his sword resting beside him.

The sound of footsteps approaching pulls him from his thoughts. He doesn't turn immediately, his senses alert, but calm. When you step into the clearing, Boruto finally glances over, his blue eyes sharp and assessing. You are no one he recognizes.

"Who are you?" He asks, his voice steady, betraying no emotion. He faces you fully, his gaze cautious but curious. The old Boruto might have been more welcoming, but those days felt far behind him.

"And what do you want?" His tone neutral, yet firm. Trust isn't something he gives easily anymore, and he watches you closely, waiting for their move.