Boom—!!
The explosion did not merely expand.
It fractured.
Space splintered outward like shattered glass, cracks racing to the farthest boundary of the alternate dimension. Mountains disintegrated. Rivers evaporated. Even the gray-white glow of this world was swallowed, replaced by a blinding darkness so intense it felt luminous.
Boruto held Sumire tightly as the Truth-Seeking Orbs formed a final spherical shield around them.
Chakra rain poured against the surface.
Each drop struck like a meteor.
Momoshiki endured on the opposite side of the collapsing terrain, taking refuge in a region where the torrent was marginally weaker. Even so, the violent fluctuations had surpassed the limit of what his Rinnegan could safely absorb.
The interior of the dimension was collapsing.
Yet the outer boundary remained intact.
As if something refused to let the destruction escape.
Boruto's Byakugan watched chakra fall endlessly like silver rain. Beneath them was no land—only a bottomless abyss swallowing everything.
The shield trembled.
Cracks spread.
Boruto's breathing grew ragged. Tenseigan Chakra Mode flickered violently. Sage chakra was nearly depleted. Only Kurama's chakra continued to stabilize his body from within.
Click—
The Truth-Seeking barrier shattered.
Boruto did not flinch.
He had already decided.
If anyoneweres to survive this—
It would be Sumire.
Chakra rain struck his body directly now.
It burned.
It tore.
But then—
Something changed.
All the scatterechakrasra in the collapsing space suddenly shifted direction.
It converged.
Toward Sumire.
The torrent that had been destroying everything now flowed into her body as if answering a call older than this world.
This was not ninjutsu.
Not something absorbable.
This wa as primordial chakra—matter-level force.
Momoshiki's eyes widened.
Even he could not interfere with that current.
"What… are you?" he muttered.
Boruto watched silently.
Momoshiki forced his way through the storm, cutting through the torrent with brute power.
He reached Boruto's position.
Boruto's chakra was unstable. His pulse is faint.
Without Kurama, he would already be dead.
Momoshiki laughed coldly.
"So this is how it ends for you. Defying a god—only to perish helplessly."
But as he prepared to strike—
His movements slowed.
The space around him felt… resistant.
Correcting.
Rejecting.
His form flickered slightly at the edges.
"What is this?" he snarled. "A spatial correction force?"
Boruto managed a faint smile.
"It seems," he said quietly, "you don't have anyone here to plant a Karma on."
Momoshiki's expression froze.
He had intended to.
But there was no compatible vessel.
No anchor.
Only a collapsing world rejects his presence.
"You'll both die," Momoshiki said coldly. "That power is beyond human tolerance. Even I cannot assimilate it fully."
Boruto lowered his gaze to Sumire.
"…I know."
He leaned closer, whispering.
"The coordinates I asked for… they were part of the plan. You were always meant to stand at the center of the future."
Your intelligence.
Your resolve.
Your existence.
None of it was accidental.
The dimension trembled again.
Then—
A sigh echoed.
Not from Momoshiki.
Not from Boruto.
From the space itself.
Both of them looked around sharply.
"Boruto."
The voice was gentle.
Sumire's body had become translucent, silver light replacing the shape of her pupils. Her form seemed barely tethered to existence.
Momoshiki stared.
"She's still conscious?"
"That's enough," Sumire said softly. "Your answer was enough."
Boruto's throat tightened.
"Sumire—"
"You may use this power," she continued calmly. "I will bear the consequence."
Momoshiki erupted in laughter.
"He? You think he can wield what you cannot?"
But she did not even look at him.
Her attention remained entirely on Boruto.
"This is the contract."
Momoshiki roared and lunged forward, manifesting a crimson chakra blade in his hand.
"Die!"
The sword descended—
Clang.
It stopped.
Mid-air.
As if pressed down by an invisible force.
Momoshiki strained.
The blade would not move.
Not forward.
Not back.
"What… is this?"
Boruto did not answer.
He was staring at Sumire.
"What is the price?" he asked quietly.
"There is none," she replied. "Because I will disappear."
His jaw tightened.
"Sumire—"
"There's no time," she interrupted softly. "You'll be fine. After all… this is only a clone."
Her body moved.
Slowly.
She stepped forward.
There was no ground.
Yet she stood before him.
Her eyes—silver and endless—met his.
For a moment, the collapsing dimension seemed silent.
She rose on her toes.
Light as mist.
Her lips brushed his.
Soft.
Brief.
Like a dragonfly touching water.
Then—
Her body dissolved into particles of silver light.
Boruto reached out.
His fingers closed on empty air.
The warmth faded.
The scent vanished.
Nothing remained.
Only the echo of her presence in a world that no longer existed.
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