Boruto knew that if he told his dad the real reason, there was a good chance he would be dragged to the hospital for treatment.
No. I can't let that happen.
In that instant, a strange sense of purpose sprang up inside him like a seedling breaking through the soil.
If I'm the only one who can see it, and it clearly means harm—even trying to hurt the people around me...
Then maybe I really was chosen by fate. Like the guardians in those old legends who had to fight demons alone.
The thought stirred his blood, and the uncertainty in his eyes gradually gave way to resolve.
He looked at Naruto's worried face, shook his head, and forced a casual smile. "Dad, I'm fine. I probably haven't been sleeping well. I'm a little on edge and seeing things. I really don't need to go to the hospital."
Then Boruto's tone grew serious. "But I was wrong today, especially with Sarada. I want to go apologize to her properly. I'm the reason she ended up in such a mess."
Naruto saw the light return to his son's eyes. His doubts hadn't entirely faded, but he felt a little relieved.
His son wanted to apologize and mend things on his own. That was good.
"Okay." Naruto stood and ruffled Boruto's soft blond hair, smiling with approval. "Taking responsibility and apologizing to your classmate—that's more like my son."
"Go on. Be sincere when you talk to her. Dad has an important meeting to attend, but we can talk properly when I get home tonight, okay?"
"Yeah, got it." Boruto nodded.
"I'll be going, then."
Poof!
A puff of white smoke appeared, and the Naruto in front of him vanished.
Boruto watched the smoke slowly dissipate and muttered, "I knew it. Another Shadow