𝐄𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐢'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 [𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐅]

Can't Ignore You

As I sprinted through the village, the world around me blurred into a whirlwind of colors and sounds. My heart raced, fueled by a mix of adrenaline and confusion. The only thought that pierced through the chaos was my confrontation with Sarada.

I could still hear her voice echoing in my mind, filled with disappointment and concern. "Why would you do that?" she had asked, her eyes wide with disbelief. It was a question that haunted me, but I couldn't dwell on it now.

The moment I saw Boruto's, the reality of my actions hit me like a cold wave, snapping me out of the trance that had consumed me. I felt a surge of panic as I realized I had hurt my friend, and in that instant, I turned and fled, desperate to escape the weight of my mistakes.

My feet pounded against the ground as I raced through the familiar streets, each step echoing my growing desperation.

I needed help, but not just any help; I needed someone who could understand the complexities of my Sharingan without the biases that came with being an Uchiha.

My mind raced to the one person who could guide me through this turmoil—my father, Kakashi Hatake.

He had always been a pillar of wisdom, a beacon of calm in the storm of my emotions. I could almost hear his voice in my head, reminding me to breathe, to think clearly.

"You can't run away from your problems," he would say, and yet here I was, running faster than I ever had before, seeking solace in the one person who could help me make sense of it all.

Finally, I reached the training grounds where I knew Kakashi often spent his time. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the landscape, but I felt anything but warm inside.

As I approached, I saw him sitting against a tree. "Dad," I called out, my voice trembling with urgency.

He looked up, his eye narrowing as he took in my disheveled appearance. "What happened?" he asked, his tone shifting from casual to concerned in an instant.

I took a deep breath, the weight of my actions crashing down on me. "I hurt Boruto, and I don't know how to control my Sharingan. I need your help." Kakashi nodded slowly, his gaze steady and reassuring. "Let's talk about it," he said, gesturing for me to sit beside him.

"I messed up, Dad," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I hurt Boruto. I didn't mean to, but I lost control." The words spilled out in a rush, each syllable laced with guilt and fear. I could see the concern deepen in his eye, the way he shifted slightly to sit up straighter, fully attentive to my plight.

Kakashi gestured for me to sit beside him, and I obeyed, feeling the cool grass beneath me grounding me in the moment. "Tell me exactly what happened," he urged gently, his voice steady and calm, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me.

I hesitated, the memories flooding back—Boruto's laughter, the way we had been training together in the Land of Water, and then the moment everything spiraled out of control.

I recounted the events, my voice trembling as I described how my emotions had taken over, how the Sharingan had activated without my conscious decision, and how I had unleashed a jutsu that I couldn't fully control.

"I just wanted to prove myself, to show that I could be strong like you and the others," I confessed, my eyes downcast. "But instead, I hurt my friend. I don't know how to fix this, Dad."

Kakashi listened intently, nodding as I spoke, his expression unreadable behind his mask. When I finished, he took a moment before responding, choosing his words carefully.

"You're not alone in this," he said finally, his voice low and reassuring. "Every shinobi faces moments of doubt and fear. What matters is how you choose to move forward from them."