Hinata came over with fried eggs and milk. Gently but seriously, she lectured Boruto about what had happened in the cafeteria yesterday and warned him never to act so rashly again. He had to mind when and how he used Ninjutsu.
"Got it, Mom!" Boruto agreed readily, his cheeks stuffed full. But his wandering gaze made it obvious that her words had gone in one ear and out the other. His mind was already elsewhere.
Hinata exchanged a helpless look with Naruto and shook her head. There was nothing she could do about him.
The cafeteria and his apology were the last things on Boruto's mind. He was already consumed by the secret Archives Room adventure ahead.
He wolfed down breakfast, keeping one ear trained on the entryway.
At last, Naruto put on his Hokage robe and grumbled, "Another whole day of boring meetings." With a pop, he used the Body Flicker Technique and left the house.
Now's my chance! Boruto's eyes lit up. He dropped his chopsticks, called out, "I'm done!" to Hinata, then darted upstairs like an agile cat and slipped into Naruto's bedroom.
He remembered it clearly: his dad didn't smoke, but when he entertained the Land of Fire's daimyō or other distinguished guests at home, they sometimes gave him exceptionally expensive gifts. Among them were top-quality cigars from a particular region, aged for years.
Naruto had no use for them, but throwing them away or passing them on didn't seem right, so he had kept them in a bedroom drawer.
After rummaging through the drawers, Boruto found the carved wooden box.
Inside, dozens of dark brown cigars lay neatly arranged, giving off a rich, distinctive aroma. Several unopened boxes sat beside them.
"That's the stuff!" Boruto grinned. He grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his