Naruto's apartment was filled with a subtle, tense atmosphere. The incomplete tea set sat on the table.
"Is this question really that hard to answer?" Kushina Uzumaki rested her crossed hands on the table. Though her tone remained basically polite, it carried an unyielding firmness. "It is indeed somewhat rude to ask a guest such a question, but your guardian did smash my favorite tea set."
Her gaze remained fixed on Uzumaki Boruto across from her. The boy unconsciously straightened his back, his fingers twisting uneasily beneath the table.
"Who are your parents? What are their names?" Kushina leaned forward slightly. "I'm only asking this one question. But don't even think about lying to me. I'm quite good at seeing through the guilt people feel when they lie."
At that moment, the room contained only Kushina Uzumaki, the restless Boruto, and Satsuki, who watched coldly from the side.
Just moments ago, Naruto and Mikoto had gone after that strange stranger one after another. Worried about his wife, Fugaku had hurried after them as well.
This string of sudden events left Satsuki deeply displeased. Why should that inexplicable guy draw so much attention from the three people she cared about most in her life? If Naruto had not specifically reassured her before leaving that she did not need to follow, Satsuki would have gone after him the moment he stepped out the door.
A night she had long looked forward to had been completely disrupted by a stranger, and an indescribable irritation rose in Satsuki's heart. She crossed her arms on the table and occasionally shot Boruto resentful glances.
The reason Kushina was so insistent on questioning Boruto's origins was actually simple. After calming down and carefully observing the boy, she discovered a shocking fact—this child looked seventy percent like her