The Kind Boruto Wore

Shamu's memories contained no name like Uchiha Hikari.

He did not even know Hikari's story with Boruto.

But when he saw the look in Uchiha Hikari's eyes, he could tell there was a story behind it.

Shamu answered the girl, whose eyes were full of hope:

"If you mean Boruto Uzumaki, then yes, I know him. We're very close."

Tears welled up in Uchiha Hikari's excited eyes, and her voice cracked from overwhelming emotion.

"That's him! Boruto Uzumaki! I want to find him! I still have so much to tell him! I..."

Seeing the visible flush spreading across Uchiha Hikari's face, Shamu spoke to comfort her.

"All right, calm down."

He had already sensed that Uchiha Hikari's ocular power and Chakra were in complete disarray.

Her heartbeat had shot up dramatically as well.

She had just been hunted to the point of exhaustion. If she got any more agitated, Shamu feared the girl before him would pass out.

Shamu's voice seemed to possess some kind of magic, and Uchiha Hikari quickly calmed down.

Light glowed in his hand as he placed it directly on Uchiha Hikari's shoulder, where she had been cut by a Shuriken moments ago.

The wound stopped bleeding and closed, quickly returning to normal.

The surrounding Uchiha clansmen grew angry from embarrassment.

"Hey! We're talking to you! Who the hell are you?!"

Shamu frowned slightly and met the gaze of the one who had spoken.

Thud!

The man who had just spoken collapsed directly to the ground.

"Tosuke!"

"Damn it! Don't look into his eyes!"

"Mangekyō!!"

"He has Mangekyō!!"

The Uchiha clansmen nearby broke into an uproar, their faces filled with solemn caution.

One of them braced himself. He first bowed to Shamu, then asked in a deep voice:

"May I ask which Uchiha elder stands before