Faint Night, Bright Future
The wisps of a new wind, spun from old roaring gales, protected what was always in hiding. An invisible force baring its teeth to any stray gales. Slowly returning to the heavens, in its wake it left a summit. A carved summit with lush verdant forests, whispers of deadly whirlpools, and an orange spark.
Shifting his gaze, the new Uzumaki leader sat on the highest cliffs to survey at what the new winds had uncovered. After many grueling months of salvaging what was left behind and creating new foundations upon those of the past, everything was finally coming together.
He remembered the previous night. The lights strung on the trees in a hazardous fashion, the decorations hastily put together, the festival had been a success regardless. Despite being the most influential figure amongst the small but growing population, he chose a humble position as a food cart owner. Selling would be an overstatement, he practically gave all the treats he had imported for free. The whole festival cost almost everything to put on, and everything was gained in return. The happiness of those around upped morale to continue development of the new Uzushiogakure.
At night, there was little life left on the underdeveloped streets of the new budding nation. A handful of homes were still awake in these hours, most likely wondering what would come next of a place that had so much to offer yet had so little to show. Among a few developed areas, construction efforts littered the streets, caution signs and foliage hiding any evidence of where life previously flourished. It had been well over half a century since anyone had thought of this forgotten nation, the survivors scattered across the globe. Another nation, with strong blood coursing through its veins bore this weak nation's crest without realizing what it left behind.
A deep sigh mingled with the night winds. Surely, there were leaders younger than him who dealt with much greater problems. Thinking about how much work that was yet to be completed made his mind swirl like the whirlpools that graced the summit. But the night was too peaceful to mull over for what could be left for tomorrow.
"You know... it'd be cool if I had red hair." Boruto mused, tugging on a bright yellow strand.
"I think it's just fine. It resembles the sun."
"Wh-!" The young Uzumaki leader scrambled to his feet at the sudden arrival of his right hand aide, Mitsuki.
"You really should be used to me by now." Mitsuki snickered, placing his hand on the startled ninja's shoulder.
"That 'Mi' character in your name sure suits you."
"Snake, huh... I guess so." Boruto flinched. Perhaps it wasn't the best time to be snarky. Everyone was tired from the reconstruction efforts.
Boruto took a seat, and turned his gaze once again to the developing landscape. A comfortable silence enveloped the both of them, as they stared at what was first a small dream slowly being nurtured by what Mitsuki described as 'his sun'.
Mitsuki started, "Boruto."
"Mm?" He kept his gaze still on the trees meeting the borders of a certain village.
Mitsuki reached into his pouch, and pulled out a metal object that glinted in the faint moonlight. With a hint of hesitation, he gently pulled off the old tattered headband Boruto wore, with the symbol of the Konoha crossed over. His cold fingers glided over the tip of the other's ears, as he replaced it with a new headband, adorned with a whirlpool.
Boruto knew what this meant. Still keeping his gaze steady, he decided he would would never look back and cross the threshold of no return. His vision clouded despite his best efforts, the dim colors blending into one.
"Congratulations, Uzumaki Boruto. The first Uzokage."