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The memory faded from there.
"An Ace move?" Sarada said. "What could it be?"
"It could be the Rasengan." Boruto said. "Dad said he learned it from Jiraiya."
"It does seem like the Seventh's main jutsu." Metal Lee noted.
Another memory formed. The was night and the moon was full. They were on a decorative roof where chimes sung in the wind. Gaara was sitting on the fish that sat at the edge.
"I don't recognize this building" Inojin said.
"It was destroyed a long time ago." Mirai reminded.
"Hmm?" Mitsuki hummed, drawing attention.
He was watching someone approach. It was Dosu of the Sound.
"What's he doing here?" Metal asked.
Dosu was annoyed that the redhead doesn't sleep. He had come here to try and kill Gaara before the match.
"This guys doesn't know when to stop does he?" Sarada said. "He's picking a fight he won't win."
"In the full moon." Gaara said. "It's blood boils."
"What does he mean?" Shikadai asked.
Gaara's sand went wild. Dosu realized he had made an error as well.
(Time to guess since this part was covered in silhouette and dust.)
Garra's form changed a bit, his eyes were still pale but not pale green. Sand covered parts of his body, blue lines decorated it. Gaara rushed forward covering the area and himself in dust.
Dosu's death was more brutal than that of the Rain Ninja the Kazekage took out in the Second Exam. But it was over quick. The dust cleared showing a normal Gaara. He looked tensed and his face was nothing they'd ever seen. It made them worry but not for others but for Gaara. The memory faded.
"I'm not gonna say that he didn't deserve to die." Boruto said. "He picked the wrong person."
"Still, it was hard to watch." Sarada said. "Who knows who else we'll see get killed or die while were in here."
"We chose to stay though." Mirai said. "So I guess this is our consequence."
"I didn't want to be here!" Bruto yelled. "I'm forced to be here!"
"I think this will be good for us." Metal Lee said.
"I agree," Mirai added. "Our parents haven't told us much of what happened before the war, and were vague with any information about themselves."
"I don't care about the past!" Boruto exclaimed throwing his hands up. "I care about now, the Present!."
"We know, but we want to understand our parents." Sarada told him. "Why and how they came to be like their current self."
Boruto gumbled.
"Aren't you interested to see what happened to make you mother speak highly of your Uncle?" Mitsuki said. "Or she's truly okay after what happens? How her family is?"
Boruto didn't say anything, the typical sign he wanted to know but was too stubborn to say anything. Sarada smiled, she didn't always agree with Mitsuki's manipulation but here she was fine with it.
A new memory came.
Jiraiya and Naruto were still at the river. Naruto was exhausted and lying on the ground. Jiraiya told him he was ready to learn the move.
"He doesn't stay down for long, does he?" Mitsuki noted.
Naruto had jumped up full of energy after hearing those words.
"First, I'll show ya!" Jiraiya said. "Watch carefully."
Jiraiya bite his thumb.
"He's not!" Mirai said.
"He is." Shikadai returned.
"He's what?" Boruto asked, not understanding what was going on.
"He's going to teach the Seventh how to do the summoning jutsu." Mirai said.
Jiraiya placed his hand down on the ground after doing some signs. He summon a familiar toad. The toad carried a scroll in his mouth and Jiraiya was sitting on its head.
"I hate frogs." Boruto mumbled.
The toad stretched its tongue out with the scroll, handing it to Naruto. As Naruto took the scroll, Jiraiya explained that it was the contract for summoning toads and that he'd have to sign his name in his own blood.
"Ew! Gross!" Chocho squealed. "Writing with blood?"
Naruto did just that, with no hesitation. The final step was to put if fingerprints at the bottom of his name with blood as well. Jiraiya told his student that it would be able to use red Chakra now.
"Is he training him to control the Tailed Beast?" Sarada asked
Jiraiya had Naruto do the Summoning Jutsu. The Blond preformed the signs and placed his hand down. The black scribble, to mark you had summoned something appeared. Naruto moved his hand. He had summoned…. A tadpole.
"As I thought." Mirai said. "Even if he is the Seventh, no genin can summon something useful."
Everyone just stared at the tadpole flopping around.
The Memory faded and another replaced it.
The were now in a darkened room with the Hokage and Anko. The Third was staring at the wall in front of him.
They seemed to be talking about something.
"I'm sorry." Anko said.
"Why is she apologizing?" Chocho asked.
The Hokage seemed to asked that as well. He told her it was needless to apologize for returning alive from the Forest of Death. Third told her that she had no connection to Orochimaru. He mentions that there was no Ninja, even himself, who could stop Orochimaru.
"Is he really that strong?" Sarada asked. "What about the Seventh? What do you think Boruto?"
She didn't get an answer.
"Boruto?"
Sarada turned to see her teammate staring at the pictures on the wall, mainly the fourth one. It showed a blonde man with blue eyes, his grandfather. There were no pictures of the man thanks to the destruction of the village an the fact his own father grew up not knowing him.
The memory faded there.
Boruto snapped out of his stuppore when the next memory came, they were back at the river were Naruto was on the ground again. Jiraiya standing over him.
"Back to training." Metal Lee said. "The Seventh is very determined."
"I wonder if we can be as strong as the Seventh and my dad if we trained this hard?" Sarada wondered.
"Who knows." Shikadai.
"Are you willing to risk your life?" Jiraiya asked the blonde boy.
Naruto said he would. He was very determined and adamant about his statement.
"What kind of question is that?" Inojin asked.
Jiraiya started leading Naruto somewhere.
"I have a slight bad feeling about were this is going." Mirai frowned.
The memory shifted. They seemed to be in a different part of the forest now.
"Where are we now?" Shikadai asked.
"Who knows." Inojin said. "All theses changes are getting old."
Jiraiya and Naruto were there, Jiraiya tossed Naruto onto the ground.
"Your training ends here." The Sannin told the blonde.
Naruto wasn't happy about that, he yelled that he hadn't learned anything. Jiraiya interrupted him and told him to go die…. Then come back.
"What?" Sarada said. "Why would he tell him to die?"
"I don't know but I suddenly feel like we're about to find out." Mitsuki said with a smile.
Jiraiya mention something about the massive Chakra of the Nine-tails. He told the boy that the only way for him to master the skill was to face death and that is he didn't want to die the blonde would have to figure something out.
The white-haired man poked Naruto's forehead. Although it seemed like nothing, the blonde boy was sent flying back, through the bushes.
The memory followed. The bushes cleared and Naruto was now hovering over a seemingly bottomless ravine.