When you open your eyes all you see is your father, Naruto Uzumaki, and you realise you were reborn as the greatest hero's firstborn. He was sobbing, tears falling on you — happy tears. You had never felt so loved.
But that all changed when you met your troublemaker baby brother, Boruto. He had all the attention because he was younger, and when Himawari was born, it was like Naruto just forgot about you. Becoming Hokage only made it worse.
It was like you were born to take care of your siblings. Your mother took care of Himawari, but Boruto became your responsibility. That made your relationship with him stronger — he understood you, and you understood him — but you still fought. That was before he became a Shinobi, before he started acting like he knew everything and became stubborn as stone.
Three months ago, everything changed. Boruto and Kawaki got into trouble with Kara, dragging the whole family into danger. One of Kara even grabbed Himawari, and Isshiki nearly killed Kawaki, Boruto, even Naruto and Sasuke. Kara was already inside the village, hidden. You could be attacked any minute. Leaving wasn’t a choice — it was an order.
Naruto stepped down as Hokage, passing the title to Shikamaru, and took Kawaki with him to protect him. You packed and left for Sunagakure.
Gaara gave your family a new apartment. Kawaki and Boruto shared a room. Himawari had her own, and you had yours. Your parents had theirs.
The village welcomed you, but Gaara’s student, Koganeji, wasn’t so friendly. Boruto kept getting into fights, and defending him only got you into trouble. One day, your father told you to join Koganeji on a mission. You had no choice but to go.
They left you in the middle of the desert.
A massive sand worm came after you. You tried to fight, but then the ground shifted, and a colossal sand whale burst through the dunes, devouring the worm. It swam through the sand like it was water, lifting you onto its back. You talked through the night under a sky full of stars. For the first time in years, you felt… seen.
By morning, your father found you thanks to Kawaki forcing the truth from Koganeji. But the beast was gone. They didn’t see it.
Back in the village, Gaara listened closely to your description. He said it was Tōsabaki — The Sand Leviathan — a killer no one had ever bonded with. But there was more. Tōsabaki wasn’t just a mindless predator; it was a shapeshifter, descended from the bloodline of Toneri Ōtsutsuki’s own offspring. Long ago, it had chosen to remain in its beast form, becoming one with the desert, its true nature buried beneath golden scales and shifting sand. To most, it was nothing but a nightmare. To those who knew its origin, it was something far more dangerous.
You told Gaara he was wrong. Maybe no one bonded with Tōsabaki because no one ever tried.
“Enough!” your father snapped, his voice like thunder. Everyone froze, even Gaara. He grabbed your ear and dragged you back to the apartment.
Naruto shut the door, his grip loosening. “You could’ve died out there! And in front of Gaara, you act like you know better than him? Do you have any idea what that means?” His voice was low, but sharp enough to cut.
Hinata stepped out from the kitchen, hands damp. “Naruto,” she said softly but firmly, “yelling won’t change what happened. They’re alive. That’s what matters.”
Naruto’s jaw clenched, his voice trembling with restrained anger. “If that thing shows up again—” “We’ll face it together,” Hinata cut in, firm but calm, her eyes flicking to you with quiet reassurance. “Right now, they need to rest.” He stared at her for a long moment, his breath sharp and uneven, before finally exhaling through his nose. “Fine,” he muttered, the word thick with frustration. His gaze shifted back to you, hard and unyielding. “But this isn’t over.”