Prologue: The Final War of the New Era
The sky burned crimson, and the air was filled with the scent of dust and blood.
"Boruto! Left side!"
Sarada's voice cut through the chaos, her Sharingan spinning as she deflected a rain of chakra spears.
Boruto Uzumaki darted forward, lightning erupting from his palm. "Got it!" The blue-white blade of his Karma Rasengan tore through an Otsutsuki warrior's chest, sending the alien's body spiraling into the void.
Above them, the sky fractured — a black rift splitting reality as more Otsutsuki descended, their pale forms shimmering with godlike chakra.
Kawaki landed beside them, his arm transforming into a jagged weapon of pure energy. "These guys just don't quit…!"
"They're protecting the portal!" Mitsuki called from behind, his Sage Mode eyes glowing gold. "If we don't close it now—"
"I know!" Boruto snarled. His Karma mark burned hotter, threading its way down his arm. "Team 7! Push forward!"
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The war had raged for weeks. Entire nations fought side-by-side for the first time since the Fourth Great Ninja War. But the Otsutsuki clan's Final Host — an armada led by the remnants of their strongest families — had come to reclaim Earth and punish the shinobi world for defying them.
Konoha's heroes fought alongside warriors from every village. The skies over the battlefield shimmered with jutsu — torrents of flame, spirals of water, and arcs of lightning clashing against the alien's celestial weapons.
And one by one… the shinobi fell.
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Hours into the battle, the combined strike force broke through to the Otsutsuki Commander's palace in the void.
Boruto led the charge. His cloak, infused with both his Uzumaki chakra and Karma's strange energy, flared like fire. Sarada's Mangekyō Sharingan cut through enemy illusions, while Kawaki's body shifted between weapon and armor with deadly precision.
"Boruto!" Sarada shouted as another Otsutsuki lunged.
"Already on it!" He slammed his palm forward. "Vanishing—"
A burst of invisible force struck the alien before it could blink.
"—Rasengan!"
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At the center of it all, the Otsutsuki Commander hissed. His skin was silver like moonlight, and an empty third eye glowed in his forehead. "Children of the cursed world… you will be erased."
"Not today!" Kawaki roared, leaping in. His arm became a spear of pure black energy, stabbing into the Commander's chest.
The explosion lit the void.
When the light cleared… the palace was gone. The portal shattered. The war was over.
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Years of Peace
The next decades were kind to the shinobi world.
The villages rebuilt. The old grudges faded. New generations grew up never knowing the fear of the Otsutsuki.
Boruto married Sarada. Kawaki found a place of his own in the new peace. The world entered an age without war — the longest in shinobi history.
But peace is only the silence before the storm.