Boruto never told them everything.
He didn't need to.
This world didn't give him a second chance to escape.
It gave him a second chance to belong.
He trained—not to surpass Naruto.
He learned—not to replace Sakura.
He loved—not as repayment, but as truth.
And sometimes, late at night, when the village slept peacefully—
Boruto would look at the stars and think:
I died once in a world that never noticed me.
Now I live in one that would burn for me.