He seemed to notice someone watching him and turned his head slightly.
The bright red "love" inscribed on his forehead stood out clearly through the billowing dust!
"I... Senior Gaara?!"
The moment Boruto saw him, his mouth fell open.
"W-why are you laying bricks too?!"
He really couldn't close his mouth!
What on earth had happened in the past of the Leaf?
Even Senior Gaara was here!
This was none other than the famous Fifth Kazekage!
At that, Gaara, dark circles under his eyes, paused. He slowly turned around.
His emerald eyes, devoid of emotion and ringed by dark circles, fixed on Boruto.
His gaze was ice-cold.
Behind him, the gourd of sand writhed incessantly, trickling fine grains down its sides.
He tugged at the corner of his mouth. Under Boruto's stunned, hopeful gaze, he said indifferently, "Kid, do you... want to die?"
Then he turned back and continued stirring the sand in his hands.
"Yikes..."
Those words made Boruto shudder.
Cold! So cold!
Cold to the bone!
And the kind of cold that brimmed with bloodlust!
He had no doubt that if he said one more word, the red-haired boy in front of him would kill him!
He couldn't understand it. He really couldn't. Why? Why had Senior Gaara, the Fifth Kazekage, been so gentle, dependable, calm, and considerate in the future, when he'd been like this as a child?
"Could it be... I got him mixed up? Is this not Senior Gaara?"
He muttered, unable to believe his eyes.
As Naruto's son, Boruto had always seen Gaara as a true elder.
But... what kind of elder talked like that?
He shook his head, and a rumor suddenly came to mind. Supposedly, the Fifth Kazekage, Gaara, had been cold-hearted and loved killing when he was a child.
It was