Boruto: Naruto Next Generations? Not happening. In this world, no one dared step out of line

Early the next morning, dawn had barely broken when the rooster on the hill out back stretched its neck and gave its first crow.

I let out a huge yawn, a lump of yellow crust clinging to the corner of my eye, and shuffled into the courtyard in flip-flops with their heels worn to shreds.

The morning breeze felt cool against my skin, carrying the earthy smell of soil and the aroma of fried dough sticks from next door.

The Divine Tree's roots had already leveled the cabbage patch trampled yesterday. Not even a scrap of broken brick remained.

Labored panting came from the courtyard gate, along with the sharp clang of a metal bucket striking the threshold.

I lifted my eyelids for a look. That blond brat Boruto stood there looking miserable, a wooden bucket full of shit in each hand.

Sarada followed behind him in her red-framed glasses, holding a large broom with its bristles worn practically bald.

Mitsuki brought up the rear, a rusty shovel in each hand and a smile on his lips, his clothes covered in specks of white lime.

"Get moving. You're dawdling like an old granny with bound feet."

I leaned against the doorframe, picking my teeth with a thin twig as I eyed the three little brats.

"Naruto and Hinata have spoken. You knocked down half my wall yesterday, so today you're fertilizing every last bit of the experimental fields out back."

"Skip even one dipper of water and you lose lunch. You can all do your Ninja Academy homework on empty stomachs."

Boruto dumped his buckets on the ground. Filthy water splashed all over one trouser leg, making him hop up and down in fury.

**"Why should I?! I'm a ninja! A future Hokage's bodyguard! Why do I have to haul