As the sun began to burn through the fog, the traitor was bound and led away. The ship was safe for now, but the atmosphere remained fractured. Boruto looked out at the horizon, realizing that while they had found the killer, the trust they had lost during the night wouldn't be so easily recovered. On the Great Sea, the waves never stayed calm for long.
"We don't know it was one of us," Boruto countered, though his voice lacked conviction.
"We’re trapped in a wooden box in the middle of the ocean with a murderer," Kawaki muttered, appearing beside him like a shadow. His Karma remained dormant, but his posture was wound tight as a spring.
"Look at him!" one man shouted, his voice cracking. "He’s a monster. He enjoys the killing!"
The skirmish was short and brutal. The traitor tried to blow the boiler, but a well-placed Vanishing Rasengan from Boruto knocked the detonator from his hand, while Kawaki pinned him to the bulkhead.
The investigation led them to the engine room, where the silence was broken only by the rhythmic thrum of the machinery. Kagura stood over a bloodstained wrench, his expression grim. As the group began to point fingers, the pressure reached a breaking point. Kyoho, the massive swordsman with the frightening mask, became the primary target of the refugees’ fear.
The fog clinging to the hull of the transport ship felt like a physical weight. On deck, the air was thick with more than just mist—it was heavy with the stench of suspicion.
Kyoho flinched, his grip tightening on his twin-ax. For a moment, the tension shifted—it wasn't just a murder mystery anymore; it was a powder keg of prejudice. Boruto stepped between the mob and the masked giant.
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♡ ♥ 💘 💕 💞 💗 💌 💑 On the Great Sea, the waves never stayed calm for long
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As the sun began to burn through the fog, the traitor was bound and led away. The ship was safe for now, but the atmosphere remained fractured. Boruto looked out at the horizon, realizing that while they had found the killer, the trust they had lost during the night wouldn't be so easily recovered. On the Great Sea, the waves never stayed calm for long.
"We don't know it was one of us," Boruto countered, though his voice lacked conviction.
"We’re trapped in a wooden box in the middle of the ocean with a murderer," Kawaki muttered, appearing beside him like a shadow. His Karma remained dormant, but his posture was wound tight as a spring.
"Look at him!" one man shouted, his voice cracking. "He’s a monster. He enjoys the killing!"
The skirmish was short and brutal. The traitor tried to blow the boiler, but a well-placed Vanishing Rasengan from Boruto knocked the detonator from his hand, while Kawaki pinned him to the bulkhead.
The investigation led them to the engine room, where the silence was broken only by the rhythmic thrum of the machinery. Kagura stood over a bloodstained wrench, his expression grim. As the group began to point fingers, the pressure reached a breaking point. Kyoho, the massive swordsman with the frightening mask, became the primary target of the refugees’ fear.
The fog clinging to the hull of the transport ship felt like a physical weight. On deck, the air was thick with more than just mist—it was heavy with the stench of suspicion.
Kyoho flinched, his grip tightening on his twin-ax. For a moment, the tension shifted—it wasn't just a murder mystery anymore; it was a powder keg of prejudice. Boruto stepped between the mob and the masked giant.