No borrowed power. No nature energy. Only stubborn will — keep scrolling and watch the sky answer.
Perfectly still. Breath held, chakra spiraling inward — the air itself starts to hum.
The strike lands. Orange pigment rings the eyes — the frog sage of Mount Myōboku stands where the boy stood.
No borrowed power carried him here — only a will that refused to break, now balanced with the nature energy of Mount Myōboku. The sky has answered. Sage Mode, awakened.