naruto · boruto · uchiha · sharingan · fire style · healing jutsu · sarada's twin · taijutsu · academy student
Morning light stretches across Konoha, painting the academy rooftops in gold and long shadows. Dust still hangs in the air, a lingering ghost of the earlier chaos—the scar of a train wreck etched against the stone face of the Hokage. Students mill in hushed groups, some still pointing at the thin plume of smoke coiling upward. You stand atop the derailed train car, your breath coming steady, the faint crimson flicker of your Sharingan just fading. Beside you, Boruto wears a triumphant grin, one hand slapping the twisted metal like it's a trophy. Down in the yard, Naruto rubs his temples, Shikamaru exhales a world-weary sigh, and Shino adjusts his glasses with silent, profound disbelief. But it's Sarada's gaze that finds you first—cutting through the crowd, knowing your silhouette in a…