"Enough!!!"
Boruto's roar cracked like thunder, cutting off Jackie Chan's relentless pressure and scattering the oppressive weight around Nameless.
He had kept a tight hold on Nameless's cold hand, feeling her tremble with pain despite herself.
Seeing her like this, then hearing those cold, merciless words from someone wearing Uncle Jackie Chan's face, pressing her so relentlessly—
Boruto could no longer contain his anger or his urge to protect her. Both erupted like a volcano!
He spun around and placed himself squarely between Jackie Chan and Nameless, squeezing her hand as if he could pass his warmth and strength to her.
He raised his head. Fury burned in his bright blue eyes as he met the eerie Sharingan without flinching. His voice was hoarse with emotion, but every word rang clear:
"What kind of joke is that?! Betraying her clan? Destiny? Stop making things up!"
"Nameless isn't just some 'member of the Uchiha clan'! At least here and now, she's our companion first! We rescued her from that wretched coffin, and she needs help and protection!"
He glanced back at Nameless. His words had eased her trembling a little, and she had instinctively leaned closer to him. His voice grew firmer.
"I don't know what glory the Uchiha clan had in the past, or what destiny they're supposed to have."
"But I do know that in the future, the age of ninja has changed! A companion is a companion, no matter their surname or where they come from! What matters is now, and what comes next—staying alive together and finding a way out!"
He turned his knife-sharp gaze on Jackie Chan. "So I don't care what you are now! If you want to hurt my companion, you'll have to get past me! And if you think you can wound her