"I didn't get to have my dad." Sarada said angrily. "My dad missed out on all of my childhood. Your dad is there, and every attempt he makes to be with you...you just ignore him!"
"Your dad left because he didn't have a choice! He-"
"No, he did! He had the choice to leave. He knew that there was a mission, but it didn't have to be him to take it. But he chose not to, he left me and my mother alone. Now that he's home, I welcome him back into my life, but you? You're dad is trying, just like mine, but you choose to leave him dangling. Do you want a father at all?!"
I threw another stick into the fire. The small embers float into the sky to join the now bright stars. When you squint, you can hardly tell the difference between the sparks and the stars themselves.
"I'm 14, and yet I still...I still act like a child."
"You could say that again."
"It should be right here." Neji muttered as he dug through the books. If we had this scroll, we could finally go home. My dad would be back to normal, my mom would finally wake up, we could all go back to the way things were.
But then, I heard something that stole the breath from my lungs. A scraping noise that scratched against the cold stone. I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise, and I froze right where I stood, unable to breathe. Whoever was there, they were right behind me.
"Well..." I heard someone say, their voice like dripping ice. The scraping drawing nearer and nearer. "It took you long enough."
Boruto, Sarada, Inojin, and Shikadai stumble upon a mysterious scroll which throws them into an unfamiliar timeline. When their concerned parents use the scroll to join their children in the past, they experience unexpected symptoms. All of the original generation have begun to re-experience all of their past wounds, taking their tolls all at once. Now with a deadline, the new generation of shinobi, have to find a solution to the current crisis before the future becomes permanently changed.