After saying that, 'Naruto Uzumaki' looked at Naruto. Seeing the faintly amused smile at the corner of Naruto's lips, 'Naruto Uzumaki' let out a sigh of relief.
As long as he did not say that Naruto had beaten up his face, it was fine.
Otherwise, the mythic image he had in his two children's hearts would probably collapse completely.
Naturally, Naruto would not expose his vanity as a father. He merely smiled and continued talking about himself.
Of course, he would not mention things like killing Hiruzen Sarutobi. It was still too bloody for children. Although the Ninja World had never been peaceful, and ninja themselves were products of darkness.
Still, looking at Himawari's innocent little face, Naruto felt it was better not to let her come into contact with such things too early.
The sky gradually darkened. A bright moon hung in the air, unobscured by clouds, and with streetlights lining the roads, Konoha did not seem dark at all.
Naruto's family was also filled with laughter and joy.
Naruto was mainly the one encouraging Himawari. Her laughter filled nearly the entire house. As for Boruto, although he wanted to laugh as freely as his sister, his personality would not allow him to do so.
He glanced at the middle-aged father across from him, who sat there like a stuffy gourd. Boruto snorted inwardly, suppressing a smile as he continued watching Naruto tease his sister.
How great would it be if my dad were like this?
Boruto thought so, but he knew it was impossible. This father who had fallen from the sky probably could not stay with him forever. Perhaps one day, this young father would grow wings, fly into the sky, and disappear.
Just as mysteriously as he had arrived.
So happiness and joy could not last