When Naruto Uzumaki's forlorn figure walked beneath the wind and falling leaves...
His home, meanwhile, was filled with warmth and laughter...
Hinata was tidying up in the kitchen. Dinner had been prepared right on time, and all that remained was to wait for Naruto Uzumaki to get off work so the family could enjoy their meal together...
Naruto sat on the tatami, sipping tea as he sorted through the intelligence he had gathered in this world. At the same time, he carefully recalled the friends he had made today.
Over the course of one day, he had made more than ten thousand friends in Konoha. There were so many that Naruto had nearly forgotten some of their names, so he needed to sort them out in his mind.
By taking Naruto Uzumaki's place and making friends everywhere, he was actually paving the way for Naruto Uzumaki. It was for his own good. If all of Konoha were his friends, then his position as Hokage would be secure.
Of course, this was merely a small effort. Naruto had no need for the Naruto of this world to thank him.
After all, he was helping himself.
No need to thank me.
On the tatami beside him sat three little ones: Boruto, Himawari, and Kurama. The three sat shoulder to shoulder, each holding a handheld console as they played together.
"Listen to my commands. Himawari, you're support. Don't steal kills. Heal quickly, and whenever someone needs healing, heal them immediately."
"Boruto, you're the attacker. Stop obsessing over clearing minion waves. Let the healer take some of them if needed. Keep your eyes locked on their healer. The moment they show themselves, take them out. Don't let their healer develop. Leave their attacker to me."
Kurama had practically become a commander, making plans and