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.

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’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.