was like watching a firecracker’s sparks die out.
Naruto’s glittering figure abruptly disappeared.
In that instant, his mother’s home-made cake that had been in Naruto’s hands fell to the ground with a ‘plop’.
Himawari’s smiling face turned into tears.
Boruto didn’t really remember what happened after that.
He could feel burning hot tears spilling out his eyes, his feet pounding against the floor.
His whole body was wrapped in anger.
He couldn’t forgive him.
He couldn’t possibly forgive him.
His father’s love towards his children had been a Kage Bunshin’s illusion.