Chapter Index

    The next day, Boruto went to the park where he had agreed to meet Obito.

    Obito said he would take him to see little Sasuke today and would also give him a surprise.

    “A surprise? He’s being so mysterious; I wonder what he’s up to.”

    Walking along the road, Boruto felt a bit curious.

    He had to admit that Obito truly had a knack for it; a simple meeting had sparked a different kind of anticipation in him.

    Boruto’s eyesight was excellent; even before reaching the entrance, he could see Obito waving at him from afar.

    Boruto jogged over.

    As Boruto approached, Obito gathered Chakra around his eyes, activated his Mangekyo Sharingan, and used Kamui.

    “Ta-da! Little Sasuke makes his entrance!”

    With a distortion of space, little Sasuke appeared beside Obito.

    “Wow, Mr. Sasuke is so small!”

    Boruto, who had been wondering what Obito was planning, was instantly captivated by the three-year-old little Sasuke, exclaiming in his heart.

    Little Sasuke wore a black collared long-sleeved shirt with the Uchiha fan crest on top, and simple plain black shorts on the bottom, dressed quite modestly.

    Unlike Sasuke, who had long hair that covered his eyes, little Sasuke had neat short hair, looking very lively.

    What surprised Boruto the most was little Sasuke’s demeanor; he had expected little Sasuke to be a cool kid with a cold expression, but he looked surprisingly soft and adorable.

    “Obito-Nii, who is he?”

    Little Sasuke, feeling a bit scared by Boruto’s gaze, tugged at Obito’s clothes and asked.

    “His name is Boruto, and he’s a very strong Ninja,” Obito explained, giving Boruto a thumbs-up.

    Obito actually admired Boruto; he could maintain his current mindset even after learning about the “Karma” on his body.

    Hearing Obito’s words, Boruto proudly puffed out his chest and accepted Obito’s praise.

    After all, he was a genius, a Ninja acknowledged by his father.

    “By the way, Obito, didn’t you say there was a surprise? Is it little Sasuke?” Boruto couldn’t help but ask.

    “Of course not,” Obito shook his head.

    Sasuke was the promise he made to Boruto; how could he be the surprise?

    “Then what’s the surprise?” Boruto asked, a little expectant.

    Even Sasuke, who wasn’t the surprise, had given him such a big surprise, so what would the actual surprise be like?

    “You’ll know soon,” Obito chuckled, snapped his right fingers, and activated Kamui again.

    Accompanied by a spatial distortion, Naruto, who was playing with a toy, was sent out of the Kamui Dimension by Obito.

    “It’s you, the rude, disobedient brat!”

    Naruto was about to greet Obito when he saw Boruto, puffed out his cheeks, and scolded him.

    Boruto: …

    “So you two have met,” Obito scratched his head.

    He had been thinking of letting Boruto meet his “father” when he was little.

    From the looks of it, they had not only met but also had a little unpleasant encounter.

    “Where did you learn that word? And aren’t you the real brat?” Boruto couldn’t help but retort.

    It was fine to be called a brat by his dad in his own world, but to be called a brat by a three-year-old version of his “father” in a parallel world, Boruto had to fight back forcefully.

    “You’re not that old either, why are you talking like an adult?” Little Sasuke didn’t let Naruto fight alone, standing on the same front as Naruto.

    The group bickered all the way to the Training Ground.

    “Kunai is one of the Ninja’s most commonly used tools; it can be thrown as a projectile or used as a short blade,” Obito explained, demonstrating with several Kunai taken from his Ninja tool pouch.

    In Obito’s hands, the Kunai seemed to come alive, hitting whatever he aimed at, almost a hundred percent accurate, earning him the admiring gazes of Naruto and little Sasuke.

    Then Obito took the three to a small waterfall and explained:

    “Some Ninja use the pressure of the waterfall to aid in their training.”

    “Fire Release: Azure Flame!”

    Since the location was suitable, Obito also showed off a bit, unleashing a Azure Flame towards the waterfall, instantly evaporating a large amount of water.

    “Wow, this fire didn’t go out in the water, and the color is so beautiful!” Naruto exclaimed.

    It was his first time seeing such a peculiar flame.

    “So amazing,” little Sasuke also looked on with admiration.

    “Showing off in front of kids is so lame,” Boruto thought to himself.

    Obito could have continued demonstrating Ninjutsu after showing the Ninja tools, but he insisted on doing it by the waterfall, clearly to achieve the best presentation effect for his Ninjutsu.

    “Aren’t you a Ninja too? Why are you just watching?” Naruto asked, seeing that Boruto hadn’t spoken.

    “Rasengan!” Boruto immediately formed a Chakra Ball in his palm and threw it out.

    However, the Rasengan disappeared shortly after flying out, as if it had dissipated.

    “Looks so lame,” Naruto scoffed.

    Compared to Obito’s Azure Flame, which created a large-scale scene with a lot of water evaporating upon release, Boruto’s Rasengan seemed like an inferior Ninjutsu.

    Boruto smiled without a word; his was no ordinary Rasengan.

    Boom!

    Two seconds after Naruto’s comment, the Rasengan reappeared and crashed into the waterfall, splashing a large amount of water.

    “How did it suddenly come out?” Naruto looked surprised.

    “This is an invisible Rasengan infused with Lightning Release Chakra!” Boruto said proudly.

    His Rasengan had contributed to the great battle against Momoshiki Ōtsutsuki.

    “That sounds amazing too,” Sasuke praised.

    Naruto also echoed the praise.

    A wide smile appeared on Boruto’s face; it was so easy to win over “Stinky Old Man” and “Mr. Sasuke.”

    “Do you two want to play a game?” Obito asked, pulling out a pair of earrings.

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