Back then, Grandpa Hyuga Hiashi's casual attitude had put Boruto completely at ease. Naturally, he had assumed they really were just ordinary metal discs that "weren't worth worrying about."
Only now, hearing words like "thirty million," "priceless treasure," and "Hyuga Main House crest," did that dusty memory come rushing back, every detail suddenly sharp.
Boruto felt as though the hand that had flicked the crest away years ago had flicked his heart instead. It clenched.
Wait. Those shiny discs I used as marbles—and even lost one of—could one of them have been a Hyuga Main House crest worth thirty million ryo, or even more?!
Thirty million! How many burgers would that buy? How many sets of the latest games and cards? I could empty an entire toy store!
I just went whoosh and flicked it over the courtyard wall. I never found it again, and Grandpa actually said, "If it's lost, it's lost"?!
The sheer absurdity of it, and the shock that had come years too late, washed over Boruto like a tidal wave.
He opened his mouth to say something to Jackie Chan, but he had no idea where to begin.
He suddenly thought back over his life.
His mom and dad had always told him to be frugal and not waste money, but he had never really worried about it.
If he wanted a new game console, a little pestering usually got him one. He always had enough pocket money to go out with Shikadai and the others. And his little sister Himawari had never lacked pretty clothes or fancy toys...
He had always figured they were fairly well-off because his dad was the Hokage.
Now he finally understood. Fairly well-off? His mother's family, the Hyuga, was one of the Shinobi World's wealthiest clans, and they had kept