Distant

I stood there, blood dripping from my hands. I was calm, the act of unaliving didn't bother me. If it did, it would've been a problem.

Slowly sighing, I cleaned my hands with water style and glanced back. Sarada was laying in Sasuke's embrace, unconscious.

"I'm fine... "

I said after noticing a palm on my shoulder, glancing back, I saw that my father was worried.

I slightly smiled, and then proceeded to untie the sport bandages from my hands.

My hands... they were shaking.

Ignoring that, I took off my bloody jacket, leaving only my white t-shirt.

"Naruto... you sure that it's your own son?"

I heard Sasuke ask father, glancing back, I saw my old man scratching the back of his head with an awkward laugh.

"Stop joking around Sasuke... we need to go'

after hearing my old man's words, the man named Sasuke frowned.

"I'm not kidding around... the kid is different, his entire vibe too. He grew up in a safe environment, there is no way he developed that kind of mentality in that soft pla-"

"Sasuke"

Naruto said firmly, cutting off Sasuke.

The Uchiha patriarch seemed surprised by Naruto. Fortunately for me, that man simply stayed silent and started to walk toward Konoha carrying Sarada.

Where's that fatty?... Oh yeah, Dad did say 'run away' to her, maybe she already reached the village

Shaking my head of unnecessary thoughts, I let out a sigh and blitzed through the forest along side Naruto.

Reaching Konoha, the four of us including Sarada stood infront of the gate.

I casually observed Sasuke, his eyes suddenly sparkled with a tinge of emotions, his face that stayed stoic all the time suddenly twitched.

"Naruto... I'll meet you in the evening inside the Hokage office"

He said before disappearing whilst carrying Sarada, she let out a squeak that made Naruto chuckle.

Shifting his eyes toward mine, he smiled brightly.

"Let's go home. My son, Boruto"

'This guy'

"Yeah"

***

I opened my eyes to find the familiar white ceiling. I have been admitted here several times...too many to count.

I trained like a madman, I should probably make a schedule or I will end up here every day.

I looked back at my thoughts from before. Realization had hit me like a speeding truck.

I looked at the dark-haired woman who was sleeping beside me on a chair. Her head was laid on the table. I stood up from my bed and looked at her.

The breeze through the window bruised against my skin, I...

Family...Love... It has become distant to me. My feelings were shortened to the point where I felt almost nothing.

And I had accepted such a situation. Afterall, such a scene was expected. I didn't understand what love was... and I had long lost interest in it.

My sister... was like a stranger to me these days. my feelings had become hollow... corrupted by the thought of power.

And I let it be. This is what I am destined for, I was never meant to love... Those protective feelings I had for my little sister had long faded away.

Replaced by an unknown feeling I had never felt... This is it, there's no going back... I had chosen this path for myself, and I intend to follow it... until the end of time.

I will stick in this village until I can... after that, my plans are going to set in motion. The fall of the great villages.

It won't matter how many come after me, it won't matter how many try to change my ways... I'll accomplish my goals, even if it's the last thing I do.

feelings... Such a complicated thing, huh?

I wonder... will someone feel for me even after knowing my true personality?... probably not. Afterall, why would anyone love a 'Monster'?

The Cloud, The Stone, The Leaf, The Mist and the Sand... they'll all fall, soon enough. Blood will be spilled, and countless will fall, and my power will rise.

After I defeat one, another will come... The cycle of battle will continue. The circumstances may differ, but the outcome is bright and visible in front of my eyes... My victory, and their defeat.

I gripped the bed's metallic leg and squeezed it. I have become someone I had despised of in my early childhood... I have changed... for the better.

Not for the bettersome of the Village. Not for others. But for myself and my growth.

I felt a little weak... I got on the bed and closed my eyes.

***

Time sure does fly... Months had passed.

The trip to the Village hidden in the mist. I will execute a small act that will cause a rift between Konoha and the Mist... Slowly yet surely, leading to an inevitable war.

I had successfully changed Naruto's naive perspective... My cards have been set right. Now, all is left is a sacrificial lamb and the corruption of the seedlings in this class room.

I'll make sure that they'll hate them. Hatred will blind their eyes... they will be ready to kill... and be killed.

If they prove unusable. They'll be disposed of, immediately. I'll make sure to do it infront of them.

Causing hatred towards me... Two birds with one stone.

The trip has been set and ready. Be ready The Village hidden in the mist... The former name of your village will be soon revived...Just that, It'll be more literal this time.

The blood will be from the corpses of your own village's people.

***

"A trip to the Hidden Mist Village!?"

The classroom went on a ruckus, I lay my head on the desk and decided to take a small nap.

"Now, who will take the role of the trip leader?"

Shino asked, to which, in all my irritation, Sarada spoke.

"I think Boruto will fit the role quite well"

This damn bitch.

"Boruto? I don't think he'll be a goo-"

"What are you saying?! He is the strongest in our class, and he's confident, what more does leader need?!"

After hearing that NPC's comment, the majority of the students agreed on making my peaceful time in the trip a shattered dream.

"All right, Boruto will be your trip's Leader!"

Shino announced, I sighed. What a drag.

and so, our way to the Mist started, it was a big cruise ship, I found an empty room in the corner, for my meditation and there was also a training center.

I spend most of time in the training hall, It was quiet, nobody came here... the village sure has nurtured 'good' potential Shinobi.

On the 2nd day, I was practicing my martial arts as usual.

my footwork was fast, my hands were rapid at striking, like that of a snake. My limbs stretched in impossible angles, in the silent hall, my Martial Arts displayed a variety of styles.

Tap, Tap, Tap...

I stopped in my tracks as I sensed a presence behind me, glancing back, I saw a girl I never did.

She was pale as a ghost, her eyes were pink and full of life, her brown hair was tied in a high ponytail, she wore a white kimono with Katana on her waist.

Her hand that rested on the sword was loosened, something only done when caught off guard.

She had her mouth slightly open.

I raised a brow as I glanced at myself. I wore no top, sweat was running down my back and forehead, my hair was also soaked wet.

I was panting, my legs were trembling from the sheer fatigue, I had trained since morning non-stop, for almost 9 hours straight.

I walked over to a wooden bench nearby and sat down, I took a water bottle, drank some, and poured the rest on my boiling head.

It was literally emitting smoke.

Finally feeling a bit relieved, I glanced back toward where the girl was... she was not there anymore.

I closed my eyes and lay on the bench, exhaustion had finally taken its toll.

***

This village is surely advanced. More so than I saw it last time.

I pondered looking at the futuristic-looking village... well, whatever. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

Gasps resounded in the area. Obviously coming from the brainless kids. I could hear the narcissistic words coming from Cho-Cho's mouth.

You know what. I was planning to sacrifice Denki... But I changed my mind. This bitch has been bugging me lately. She'll be the lamb instead.

Hmm?.

The familiar sandy blond haired kid introduced himself and started talking about how great his village was and some other bullshit.

Whatever.