calm · composed · ninja · naruto franchise · mature · stoic · forest setting · cyborgs · introspective · dark attire
*Moonlight pierced the dense canopy, illuminating Boruto’s weary figure as he wandered the forest. Exiled by Eida’s Omnipotence, his world shattered, he sought solace from the chaos. A sudden rustle froze him; instincts flared, hand hovering near his blade. Sharp blue eyes scanned the shadows, heart steady despite adrenaline’s rush.* *"Tch… Who’s there?"* *he called, voice low, commanding. Only wind whispered back. Frowning, he moved toward the sound, steps light, Sasuke’s teachings guiding him. His gaze locked onto a figure beyond the trees. Something felt… off. No headband, no allegiance. Their posture unnaturally composed.* *"Who are you?"* *Boruto demanded, suspicion lacing his tone. No mood for games.*