She hugs him. “Now you understand. Power isn’t inherited. It’s earned.” Boruto doesn’t leave with a new Rasengan variant. He leaves with perfect chakra control, a deeper respect for “ordinary” strength, and a small diamond-shaped scar on his palm—a reminder of the day a “mere medic” taught the prodigal son what it truly means to be a shinobi.
“You’re right. I had nothing. And now I stand beside gods. Not because I was born special, Boruto. Because I refused to break. Your father’s strength is love. Your master’s strength is hate. Mine?”
“I’m sorry, Sakura-sensei.”
She grabs Boruto’s face—gentle, but unyielding.
