Teaching Boruto Hforgods Upd: Sakura

He was meditating, trying to form his first Divine Thread, when the seal on his palm burned white-hot. Momoshiki's voice echoed in his skull, no longer smug, but terrified .

The sun hung low over the Konoha training grounds, casting long shadows across the grass. Boruto Uzumaki sat on a wooden post, panting heavily. His jacket was scuffed, and he was clutching his right forearm. A training spar with Sarada had ended with a nasty collision, leaving a deep, jagged gash along his arm. sakura teaching boruto hforgods upd