Seeing Boruto standing confused in the entryway, 'Naruto Uzumaki' gave a light cough as well.
"Boruto, I'm your dad!"
Hearing the voice of this bruised and battered strange man, Boruto became certain. This really was his dad—but how had he suddenly ended up with two dads?
His big head was filled with thoughts. He secretly looked at the other dad behind his bruised and battered father. Long golden hair fell over his shoulders, making him seem otherworldly and ethereal, as though he did not belong to this world.
His azure eyes were as bright as stars yet as deep as the night sky. His features were sharply defined, and his skin was as smooth as jade.
If he really had to compare him with his bruised and battered dad, then this dad was more handsome, taller, and younger.
This kind of dad was simply perfect!
Boruto could not find a single flaw in him.
One was a young dad, while the other was a middle-aged dad. Still, Boruto knew very well that the middle-aged dad was the father he had always known.
"Dad, what happened to your face?" Boruto looked at his middle-aged father and asked curiously.
His dad was Konoha's Seventh Hokage, the man who had saved the entire Ninja World. Who could possibly have beaten him into such a pig-headed state?
Before dinner, Boruto had planned not to speak to his dad for at least two days. But now that he saw two dads, along with the injuries on his middle-aged dad's face, he ultimately forgot his resolve and asked out of curiosity.
At Boruto's question, 'Naruto Uzumaki' stiffened, unsure how to answer for a moment. He could not exactly tell his son, "Son, the injuries on Dad's face were inflicted by your dad."
That sounded strange no