“I wonder where Boruto went…”
Sarada, who’d looked everywhere she could think of to find Boruto and tell hi the good news, now kicked at stones with a somewhat lonely look on her face.
She thought about how she hadn’t noticed that the boy she’d always been running after now had a daily life she didn’t know about. That he’d changed.
Was she changing too?
People said that in the past, her mother and father and the Seventh used to always carry out their missions together as a team.
Things weren’t like that now.
No, well right now her father had come home and her mother had a glossy, shining feeling around her, but that was a rare thing.
Sarada unconsciously reached up to touch her own hair. It had gotten a little longer.
She was growing up.