Konohamaru snapped back to his senses and clapped both hands firmly on Boruto's shoulders. His voice trembled with excitement.
"Sure! No problem! Leave it to me! Tomorrow morning, at the Third Training Ground—I'll teach you the Rasengan!"
"Awesome! Thanks, Big Brother Konohamaru!" Boruto cheered. With a huge weight off his mind, he was all smiles again. He bowed to Konohamaru and skipped away.
He was already picturing himself making a Rasengan, earning Mr. Sasuke's approval, and officially becoming his student.
Konohamaru watched Boruto disappear into the distance and rubbed his still-aching shoulders. Even so, he felt brimming with energy.
He looked toward Kage Rock, a warm smile spreading across his face, full of purpose.
The Canopy Screen's footage ended there.
Shikamaru Nara lay on his back on the roof of his house, a blade of grass between his teeth. He watched the clouds drift across the sky, trying to empty his mind of everything the Canopy Screen had crammed into it.
When Naruto told Boruto to visit home with Shikadai and Temari, the grass fell from Shikamaru's mouth.
He remained flat on his back, motionless, as though an invisible Shadow Possession Jutsu had pinned him down.
His brain processed it all in a split second: in the future, he married Temari from Sunagakure, and their son was named Shikadai?
"Trouble... This is way too much trouble," he muttered, his words drifting away on the wind.
That hot-tempered Sunagakure kunoichi who never took no for an answer and could send him tumbling with her fan? He was going to spend the rest of his life with her?
Raise a child like Shikadai, who had clearly inherited the "best" of both of them? And deal with a complicated family situation that might involve diplomacy between two nations?
Yet strangely, beneath his shock,