“Your parent…” Boruto said, “Sorry, but I’ve never heard who he is.”
“I haven’t heard of him either.” Sarada added.
“Ohh!” Mitsuki clapped his hands together. He was as carefree as if he’d forgotten to mention a minor detail. “My parent is-”
Right at this moment, something happened with perfect timing.
Boruto’s ears heard a voice as warm as the sun.
“Big brother!”
“Himawari!”
Across the road from them, his young little sister, Uzumaki Himawari, was excitedly waving her hand.
Behind her was his mother, Hinata.
Boruto no longer cared about the story of Mitsuki’s parent.
Boruto’s entire face lit up with a grin.
Sarada who had been next to him was caught off-guard, and felt her chest unintentionally throb at the sight of such unrestrained affection. It was the materialization of the vivid goodness that Boruto held inside. It was definitely something he’d inherited from his father Naruto, a kindness that could melt anyone’s heart.
“Sorry, I’m heading home first!” Boruto said, and ran off.
Sarada watched the sight of his back the whole time.
“To think that Boruto could make that kind of a face too.” Mitsuki murmured in full seriousness, but it wasn’t clear if Sarada heard him.
That was how fascinating the sight of Boruto’s back was.
It was doubtless that it looked similar to the sight of the Seventh’s back.