"Wow!" Metal Lee jumped. "That was so awesome!"
Metal then proceeded to rant about how awesome the Seventh was to everyone, annoying Boruto the most.
"Shikadai." Mirai caught the attention of her friend, basically cousin. "What did you mean? When you said the Seventh was the one who caused the town's people to fight back."
Everyone else was trying to get stop Boruto from kill Metal Lee because of his rant.
"It's happened before from what we've seen already." Shikadai told her. "Iruka-sensei, Konohamaru-sensei are examples. The Seventh seems to be able to instill hope into people, making them believe in him somehow."
Mirai let him countieu explaining.
"This hope he gives spreads as well. Naruto made Inari believe in him and Inari in turn gave hope to the rest of his town, result them all showing up at the bridge."
"I see." Mirai said. "I'll keep an eye open if it happens again."
"What are you two talking about?" Inojin asked, moving over to his teammate.
"Nothing, I just asked Shikadai a question." Mirai said.
"Hey!" Mitsuki said. "Has anyone noticed that, that women, hasn't been around for a while?"
Everyone stopped what they were doing, now that they thought about it she hasn't shown up for a bit.
"Hey, Lady!" Metal Lee shouted to the heavens. "Are you here?"
No answer.
"Hello?" Sarada said. "Can you hear us?"
No answer came.
A sudden gust of wind blew around them. It was strong. Strong enough to start pushing them away. Everyone closed their eyes and held their arms to the wind. When they wind calmed down, each of the eight were alone, the women stood before each of them.
"What the hell?" Boruto asked. "What did you do to my friends?"
"They are fine for the time being." she said.
Boruto charged her, reading a punch. She dodge around the hit, twisted, and kicked him back.
"Calm down, I'll return them in a moment." She told him. "I wanted to ask you a question."
Boruto growled at her before giving up and sitting down with his legs crossed.
"FIne! What's your stupid question?"
"Do you want to see more?"
"No." Boruto grunted.
"Why?"
"Because it's no of my business what my father did in the past, I only care about what he is now and that's a loser."
"Then you shall continue."
The women closed her eyes and faded away from him.
"Where did everyone go?" Chocho asked. "Why am I alone?"
"I wanted to ask you a question in private."
"Okay. But first do you have food?"
The women snapped her fingers and a plate of dongos appeared. Chocho happily took them.
"Do you want to see more?"
"Yes." Chocho mumbled through dongo.
"Why?"
"I want to see if my parents are really my parents." She replied.
"I shall warn you now." The women said. "There will be parts you will not want to see. You must be prepared to see the worst things you can ever imagine."
Chocho nodded, thinking she could handle it. The women faded.
"Where did you take me?" Sarada demanded.
"A place were I could ask you something in private."
Sarada said quiet.
"Do you wish to see more?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I want to know more about my dad." Sarada told her. "My mom always dances around some questions."
"I will warn you that you will not like most of what comes next. You will learn much about your father, maybe even too much."
"What are you saying."
"Heed my advice." the women said as she faded. "Remember who your father is know and not of what you see here."
"Hello." Inojin said to the woman. "Why have you separate me from my friends?"
"I simply wanted to know if you wanted to see more?"
"Yes, I am quite curious about how my parents met, when ever I asked my mom would say it was complicated. I also want to know about my grandfather."
"You may not like what you see."
"That's fine." Inojin told her. "I'll use it as preparation. The stuff we might see might not be good but it has already go to pass. I shall use what I see to be prepared for it if something should happen in the future."
The women gave a small nod and faded away.
Mirai didn't say anything when she found herself alone with the women that trapped them here.
"Do you wish to see more?"
"You already know the answer." Mirai said, relaxing a bit. "Yes I do, to see how my father was in life."
"You will not like what you see for some parts."
"I am prepared for it."
The women gave the faintest of smiles before fading.
"Ah there you are!" Metal Lee shouted when he saw the woman.
"Do you wish to see more?"
"Of course." Metal Lee said, energy pouring of him in excitement.
"Why?"
"I am very curious on how my father became friends with the Kazekage." Metal Lee told. "When ever I asked my father he would never say, always distracting me or changing the conversation subtle."
"There are some parts that might be too much for you."
"That's okay." Metal Lee said. "It my father and his friends could handle it then I'm sure my friends and I can as well."
Metal Lee held up a thumb as the women faded.
Mitsuki and the women stared at each other.
"I have two questions for you."
"Go on." Mitsuki said.
"Do you know of your father's misdoings."
"Yes."
"Do you wish to see more?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid that's three questions." Mitsuki smirked.
"Very well, whether or not you tell them about your father is up to you, I won't say anything. However, thing you hear and things you see are different. Be prepared to imagine the worst, especially when your father is seen."
The women faded.
"Where are my friends?" Shikadai asked calmly.
"Safe, I'll return you to them in a moment." she said. "I wanted to ask you a questioned."
"Can I get a question in return?"
The woman nodded.
"Do you wish to see more?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Mainly because I'm curious. But other then that I want to see how my parents met, they said at the chunin exams but never went into detail. I also thought this would be a good time to learn more about my grandfather, Shikaku."
The women nodded once again at his answer.
"Your turn." She said.
"Why are you doing showing us this?" The Nara child asked.
The women gave him a smile and open her mouth to reply.
The eight found themselves with everyone again. Everyone looked happier except for Boruto who didn't want to be here, he overheard other comparing notes. Everyone had the same experience, the same question asked. Everyone but him said yes, he was mad at that fact. Why did they want to know, it was none of their business. The past was the past, it had no business in the present. He seethed in silence as a scene shimmered into play.
(Thanks for reading. This is the current shortest chapter. I wrote it as a filler chapter with some plot. Feel free to ask me questions.)