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Menma was not surprised by the young Sasuke's question.
He had long since expected it would come.
After all, half a month ago, at the venue of the Chunin Joint Exams, he had personally killed two Otsutsuki right in front of this visitor from the future.
If he included Isshiki, who had also been killed by him in a parallel spacetime, this was already the third Otsutsuki he had killed.
And before he transmigrated, where had that manga called Boruto updated to again?
Menma tried hard to recall.
It seemed to have updated to Eida using that so-called divine technique, "Omnipotence," to swap Kawaki and Boruto's identities.
Boruto had become the culprit who killed Naruto and his wife, been exiled by the entire shinobi world, and turned into a rat everyone wanted to beat. Later on, Sasuke seemed to have been sealed into the God Tree too.
Tch. How miserable.
Menma shook his head inwardly. The Naruto and Sasuke of his spacetime, at least, were still alive and kicking for now, even if his special training left them bruised and swollen every day.
The evening wind blew across the plain, faintly carrying the clamor of distant Star City.
Menma's short black hair swayed gently in the wind.
"I don't know much either," Menma said slowly, turning to look at the young Sasuke, a hint of playfulness flashing through his eyes.
"But information this important can't be handed out for free, can it?"
Menma slipped both hands back into his pockets and leaned back slightly against the tree trunk behind him.
"What price are you going to pay in exchange?"
The young Sasuke fell silent.
He