Novel Boruto Novels & Stories

Takuto Kimura, 10 years and 2 months old, had now entered his seventh year since his reincarnation. The torrential rain relentlessly soaked Tokyo to its core in the dead of night, a cascade of water drenching the city’s neon-lit streets. Beneath the awning of a convenience store, a small figure huddled, drenched, inside a children’s raincoat. Takuto Kimura clutched in his hands the crisp banknotes he had just withdrawn from an ATM—his precious New Year’s money, carefully saved up over the past year. This modest sum would serve as his initial capital to purchase a second-hand computer, one that could connect to the internet and help him embark on the path to his ultimate goal.

The characters seemed to writhe and twist, as if alive, and the language flowed like a river of light. Ryan exclaimed, "It's incredible! It's like the font is alive! " "It's magical!" Josh yelled. " Or may be cursed, " Ryan added. Beck nodded in agreement. "It's definitely mysterious . Where did the ashes come from in the first place? And the fire? I wonder what it's trying to tell us." As they continued to watch, the font continued to writhe and twist, the language becoming more and more clear. Finally, the characters arranged themselves into a sentence that left the three of them stunned.

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

she whispered. Those were the last words she ever spoke to him. Through the cracks in the wood, Adrian had watched the shadows move. He had heard the screaming. His father shouting. The sound of claws against bone. He remembered biting his own arm just to stop himself from crying out. By the time the fire died and the footsteps faded… The village was gone. Everyone was gone. Everyone except him. ⸻ They found him three days later. Not soldiers. Not priests. Hunters.

Shiro replied. [Shiro, a medium heighted, tan skinned, short-hair, and slim build. He is an all-rounder class soldier, who is a close friend of Jin. Suddenly, a woman approached towards Jin and Shiro. She is also a medium heighted, pale skinned, long hair that has highlights in light purple, and dark brown eyes.] “Hey Shiro, I’ve brought you some steamed chicken! Oh! Who is he!?” “Nova, this is Jin, he is one of my friends who gives me his excess scrap materials for enhancing my equipment, and also yours.” Shiro replied.

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

I replied to the knock on the door. The door opened and Arthur stepped in with a smile on his face. “Alpha, I have good news.” He said. “Spill.” I said. “The Beta has survived the war and is coming over with the remnant of the warriors.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “What I mean is that, Zaria North launched a straight attack to the Shadow Wolves. However, she was unable to kill them all and bring a single one back home for questioning. Apparently there was a witch helping the Shadow Wolves so it was difficult.”