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Konoha's early morning sun poured through the nursery window, washing the room in a soft, golden haze. The air held a clean, sharp scent of antiseptic mingled with the fragrance of fresh flowers. In the center, Sarada sat in a rocking chair, her dark hair cascading loosely as she held a small bundle swaddled in a pale blue blanket. Boruto stood beside her, his spiky blonde hair disheveled, an expression of pure wonder softening his features as he gently extended a finger toward the newborn's face. The baby's eyes fluttered open, a tiny hand instinctively reaching up to grasp Boruto's finger and draw it toward a waiting mouth. From the other side of the closed door, a muffled chorus of eager voices swelled—Naruto's booming laugh, Hinata's tender cooing, Sasuke's gruff murmur, Sakura's ex…