章節 38: Chapter 38: The Past Part 2

Sorry guys for the late update, I fell asleep

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After weeks of traveling, Boruto finally arrived in the Land of Rain. He knew he had to be extra cautious in this land, as Pain kept a close watch over it. The only reason he chose this route was because it was faster, despite the occasional bandits and non-Iwagakure shinobi who would surely put a bounty on his head.

The Land of Rain lived up to its name, with never-ending rainfall drenching the landscape. Boruto had to get creative to keep his body warm, utilizing the functionality of the Eight Gates to generate heat within himself.

To blend in and avoid drawing unnecessary attention, Boruto had already donned his disguise. He bore a striking resemblance to Bruce Wayne from Arkham Knight, a look that helped him blend seamlessly into the shadows.

As he made his way through the land, the sight of poverty, violence, and even rape greeted his eyes. It was a grim reality that he couldn't ignore, yet he knew he couldn't intervene in every injustice he witnessed.

Suddenly, a malnourished woman with dirty blonde hair clung to his legs. Her appearance was disheveled, and she was barely clothed. Desperation filled her voice as she pleaded, "Please help me, give me some food. I will do anything, please."

Boruto felt a pang of guilt as he looked into the woman's helpless eyes. Without hesitation, he scooped her up and carried her to a safe spot. Checking her pulse, he found that her heart was still beating, albeit weakly. He used his healing abilities to restore her strength and left her with some bread and a water bottle before continuing on his journey.

During his travels, Boruto focused on small training exercises and meditation, mindful of not overexerting his body. He knew that he needed to conserve his energy for the challenges that lay ahead.

As the weeks went by, Boruto successfully traversed the Land of Grass and now found himself on the path leading straight to the Land of Waterfall. It was during this leg of his journey that a kind-hearted individual offered him a ride on his carriage. The old man, with a warm smile on his face, pulled the carriage with his sturdy horses.

Curiosity getting the better of him, the old man struck up a conversation. "Young man, where might you be heading?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine interest.

Boruto, appreciating the gesture but not wanting to impose, replied, "I'm actually heading to the Land of Waterfall. But it's alright, I can manage on my own."

The old man persisted, refusing to take no for an answer. "Nonsense, young man. Let me lend you a hand. I'm heading in the same direction, so why not enjoy a comfortable ride?"

Reluctantly, Boruto accepted the old man's offer, realizing that it would be a practical and convenient way to continue his journey. As he climbed into the carriage, he noticed another passenger already seated inside.

Curiosity piqued, Boruto leaned closer and asked, "Are you also traveling to the Land of Waterfall?"

The red-haired gentleman, who appeared older and more experienced, nodded in affirmation. "Indeed I am," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of caution.

Introducing himself, Boruto extended his hand for a handshake. "My name is Raido. Nice to meet you."

Roshi, the red-haired gentleman, regarded Boruto with a hint of suspicion before reciprocating the handshake. "Roshi," he said, his tone guarded.

As their hands met in a firm handshake, an unexpected surge of energy coursed through Boruto. Suddenly, he found himself being pulled into Roshi's mindscape, a realm that existed within the depths of Roshi's consciousness.

Startled by the sudden turn of events, Boruto looked around and found himself face to face with Son Goku, the mighty ape-like creature, trapped within a cage. Despite the unusual circumstances, Boruto remained calm and composed, waving and offering a friendly smile to Son Goku.

Perplexed by the presence of a human in his mindscape, Son Goku spoke up, his voice filled with curiosity. "Who are you, human?" he inquired, his eyes fixed on Boruto.

With a sense of assurance, Boruto introduced himself. "I am your friend from the future. It's a pleasure to meet you, my friend. See you again in the future and don't tell anyone," he replied, his voice filled with a hint of mystery.

Just as quickly as he had been pulled into the mindscape, Boruto was abruptly transported back to reality. Roshi, who had been observing the entire exchange, looked at Boruto with a raised eyebrow and a hint of amusement. "Care to release my hand now?" he quipped, breaking the silence.

Embarrassed by his absentmindedness, Boruto quickly released his grip on Roshi's hand. The two of them fell into an awkward silence, unsure of how to address the peculiar incident that had just occurred. Meanwhile, Son Goku, still trapped within the confines of his mental cage, was left bewildered by the entire encounter.

After what felt like an eternity, the carriage finally arrived at a bustling village located in the Land of Waterfall. The journey had taken them approximately four hours, and both Boruto and Roshi stepped out of the carriage, ready to explore the vibrant surroundings.

As Boruto bid farewell to the old man and Roshi, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and determination coursing through his veins. "See you guys," he called out, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and anticipation.

The kind-hearted old man smiled warmly at Boruto, his eyes twinkling with a hint of nostalgia. "Have fun on your travels, young man," he said, his voice carrying a touch of wisdom and encouragement.

Meanwhile, Roshi watched as Boruto walked away, his mind filled with a whirlwind of thoughts and confusion. "There's something about that young man," he muttered to himself, his brows furrowed in contemplation. 'He must be trained, perhaps a rogue shinobi? But his foreign appearance throws me off.'

With a renewed sense of purpose, Boruto continued his journey, making his way to a nearby inn where he sought solace and rest. Recognizing the importance of maintaining his skills, he reminded himself of the need to train diligently. "I can't afford to let my skills rust," he muttered to himself, his voice filled with determination.

Over the next few days, Boruto immersed himself in a rigorous routine of intense calisthenics exercises within the confines of his inn room. Sweat dripped down his brow as he pushed his body to its limits, honing his physical strength and agility. Afterward, he engaged in intense combat training, sparring with his own clone to sharpen his fighting skills.

Satisfied with his progress, Boruto resumed his journey, setting his sights on the Land of Iron. With each step, he pushed himself further, refusing to succumb to fatigue or weariness. Days turned into nights, and nights turned into days as he pressed on relentlessly.

Arriving at the Land of Iron, Boruto found himself faced with a crucial decision. "Should I take a ship to cross the vast sea and make my way to the Land of Lightning?" he pondered aloud, his voice filled with contemplation. "It seems like the best option at the moment."

With his mind made up, Boruto sought out a port, ready to embark on the next leg of his adventure, fueled by determination and a thirst for growth.

With a determined spirit, Boruto pressed on, venturing further north until he finally reached the majestic Capital City of Iron. Eager to continue his journey, he sought out locals, inquiring about the whereabouts of a boat that could take him to the Land of Lightning.

Following the directions he received, Boruto headed east, making his way to the bustling dock where the boats awaited. Aware of the importance of sustenance during his travels, he wisely stocked up on additional provisions, ensuring he had enough food and water to sustain him on his voyage. With his supplies replenished, he resumed his arduous trek.

After four long days of relentless walking, Boruto arrived at the dock. Boarding the boat that would carry him to the Land of Lightning, he settled into a seat, bracing himself for the discomfort of a prolonged seated position. The two-day voyage took its toll on his body, causing stiffness and soreness, but Boruto persevered, knowing that the end destination was worth the temporary discomfort. Upon reaching the port of Kumogakure, Boruto paid the fare for the trip, grateful for the opportunity to stretch his legs once again.

Stepping onto the land of Kumogakure, Boruto walked through the vibrant streets, seeking out locals to inquire about the nearest port. With the guidance of the friendly townspeople, he eventually found the desired port and decided to take a well-deserved rest for the day, allowing his body to recover from the strains of the journey.

As Boruto made his way towards the bustling port, his focus unwavering, an unexpected encounter interrupted his determined stride. A sudden collision jolted him, causing him to momentarily lose his balance. Apologetic words filled the air as a familiar voice reached his ears. It was none other than the charismatic and boisterous Eight-Tails Jinchuriki, Bee.

"Yo, sorry bro, I accidentally bumped into you. Didn't mean to cause any harm, just passing through," Bee exclaimed, his colorful personality shining through even in moments of unintentional mishaps.

Boruto, ever composed, brushed off the incident with a simple, "It's fine," and continued on his way, resolute in reaching his destination.

Observing Boruto's determined stride, Bee couldn't help but be intrigued. With a mischievous grin, he began to rap, his words flowing effortlessly.

"Where is this guy rushing, movin' at a fast pace, Got a fire in his eyes, determination on his face. He's on a mission, no time to waste or delay,

Chasing dreams, making moves, he's got bills to pay."

Amused by his own rhymes, Bee playfully crossed his arms, fully embracing his role as a master rapper. However, the voice of reason echoed within his mind as Gyuuki, the Eight-Tails, reprimanded him.

"Man, you are such a buzzkill," Bee retorted, a playful banter between man and beast.

Meanwhile, Boruto, eager to avoid altering the past any more than necessary, quickened his pace, distancing himself from the lively encounter. His focus remained unwavering as he continued his solitary journey towards his destination.

True to the information provided by the people of Kumogakure, Boruto reached the dock in just a single day. The efficiency of his travel was a testament to his determination and resilience.

As Boruto sought a means of transportation to the Land of Sky, he was fortunate to find someone willing to assist him, as the destination was conveniently close by. Grateful for the opportunity, he embarked on the ride, hoping to reach his destination swiftly.

Curiosity got the better of the person accompanying Boruto, prompting them to inquire about his purpose for venturing to the Land of Ruins. With a calm demeanor, Boruto quickly fabricated a response, concealing his true intentions.

"I want to meet someone there," he replied, his words laced with an air of secrecy.

Apologizing for prying, the individual acknowledged their intrusion and expressed their regret. Boruto, ever composed, assured them that it was not a bother, putting their concerns to rest.

After a day of travel, Boruto finally arrived at the sandy expanse of the Land of Sky. Grateful for the assistance he had received, he compensated the person who had accompanied him on the journey, acknowledging their help.

Now standing on the sandy terrain of the Land of Sky, Boruto set his plan into motion. Utilizing his shadow clone jutsu, he created numerous clones, assigning them a specific task.

"Go and search for a place that resembles a temple," he commanded his clones, emphasizing the need for stealth. "Report back to me, but ensure you remain hidden."

Understanding the gravity of their mission, the clones dispersed, spreading out to scour the area in search of the elusive temple.

Throughout his visit to the Land of Sky, Boruto took precautions to mark the location with his own seal. This strategic move would allow him to utilize his Mangekyou Sharingan ability to teleport to the temple whenever the need arose, ensuring swift and convenient access.