My Child? My Child with Yan?

"Come in."

Yan waved toward the door.

Hinata walked in with a flushed face. She had not expected Boruto, who was seated in the meeting room, to immediately rise to his feet the moment she entered.

"Mom."

"???"

Hinata looked around, confirmed that he was calling her, then pointed at her own cheek with a small finger and asked in disbelief, "Um, excuse me, were you calling me?"

"I..."

The moment the word "Mom" left his mouth, Boruto regretted it.

How old was Hinata at this point? Calling her Mom outright would probably scare her.

Sitting at the head of the table, Yan explained expressionlessly, "These two are guests of Konoha, from another world. You can think of it as the parallel worlds from storybooks. The long-haired one is Sasuke Uchiha from another world, while this blond kid is..."

"Is he the child Yan and I have together?"

"Cough, cough!!"

"..."

Even in her surprise, Hinata had managed to answer for him.

Yan nearly lost his composure. The Third Hokage coughed with a strange expression, while Boruto, still standing, was completely dumbfounded.

I'm your son, but my dad is Naruto Uzumaki, not some Yan!!

"He seems unhappy..."

Noticing something was off about the atmosphere, Hinata hurriedly ran to Yan, hid behind him, poked her little head out, and asked softly, "Did I say something wrong?"

Crazy, crazy, crazy.

Boruto clutched his head, feeling like he was about to lose his mind. Sasuke did not know what to say either.

Hinata and Naruto from this world had nothing to do with each other?

She seemed quite close to this Uchiha Hokage instead.

In front of so many people, she had even dared to run over to him. She seemed more open than the Hinata from their own timeline?

Sasuke remembered that,