"Bye!"
"Bye!"
After delivering Sarada to the Uchiha Clan, Boruto said goodbye to her at the door and breathed a long sigh of relief.
During the day today, Sarada suddenly ran to his house to look for him, saying that he wanted to study the "Divine Vacuum Attack" cultivation method recorded on Scroll together.
In the end, I was in vain. I learned from my Mother that Boruto had been spending time with the Hyuga Clan in the past two days, so I chased Hyuga Clan in a hurry and dragged him to study for a long time.
Really...
Boruto scratched his head, feeling helpless and inexplicable.
The look in Grandpa Jiraiya's eyes today when he saw him and Sarada studying Scroll together always made him feel weird.
Although Jiraiya said nothing, Boruto could feel that there seemed to be some kind of nostalgia and... teasing hidden in those eyes.
It's like looking at some "interesting" combination.
Is it my father and Aunt Sakura when I was young?
Boruto suddenly thought of it.
After returning from the world of Young Naruto last time, out of curiosity, Boruto also asked about some things about his father when he was young in the village.
Among them is the story of my father pursuing Aunt Sakura when he was a child.
As my father's teacher, Grandpa Jiraiya must have witnessed his father's pursuit of Aunt Sakura.
Therefore, it doesn't seem surprising that when I see myself and Sarada getting together to study Ninjutsu, I think of my father and Aunt Sakura.
Boruto muttered in his heart again.
Sarada's kind of personality... Serious, stubborn, sometimes a bit rigid, but very reliable...
emm...
Boruto's thoughts suddenly paused.
There was a strange feeling in his heart, a little sour, a little sweet, and a little panicked.
He didn't quite understand what this feeling was, but he just instinctively felt that spending time with Sarada seemed... not annoying?
"What's wrong with me..."
Boruto shook his head, trying to get rid of this strange feeling.
The Streetlamp above the head suddenly made a "zilla" sound and flickered.
Boruto raised his head subconsciously.
What came into view was a deep night sky studded with stars, and a bright moon that was a little too bright.
The moonlight was cold and shone on the quiet streets.
But then, Boruto noticed something was wrong.
This street is so quiet.
Moreover, the surrounding buildings look a bit old and unfamiliar.
There was only one Streetlamp above my head, which emitted dim yellow light and could only illuminate a small area, while further areas were hidden in darkness.
"Where is this?"
Boruto frowned and looked around.
"Konoha Is there such an old street? Why don't I remember it?"
He clearly remembered that he took Sarada home on a busy road near Commercial Street, where Streetlamp was bright and lined with shops.
Why did you end up in this old neighborhood that looks like it was decades ago in the blink of an eye?
With this thought in mind, Boruto quietly and calmly brought his hands together in front of him, forming a simple seal.
Solution·San.
A Chakra wave spread from him, trying to dispel the possible influence of Genjutsu.
However, the surrounding environment did not change at all.
The dim streets, the old Streetlamp, the cold moonlight, everything remains the same.
"What, it's not Genjutsu..."
Boruto murmured to himself, frowning even more tightly.
If it's not Genjutsu, then could it be that you really accidentally walked to some remote Corner?
He separated his hands and put them into his pocket seemingly casually, but his body tensed slightly, and Chakra began to flow slowly, entering a state of alert.
Although the night at Konoha is peaceful, Boruto, as Ninja, has already developed the habit of always being vigilant.
Just when he was about to further explore the surrounding environment.
Boruto's pupils suddenly shrank.
He didn't even look back to confirm that his body's instinct had already reacted before his consciousness!
He jerked out his right hand from his pocket!
An icy cold light flashed away under the dim light.
A sharp Kunai was already held in his hand.
At the same time, he turned around sharply and jumped back.
However, it was still a step too late.
In other words, the opponent's speed and concealment skills exceeded his expectations.
"Pfft!"
There was a dull sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh.
Boruto's body stiffened suddenly.
Severe pain instantly spread from his abdomen throughout his body. He lowered his head and watched in disbelief as a hand covered with Black Patterns held a handful of Kunai and pierced his abdomen without any hindrance.
Warm liquid is gurgling out along the blade and the hand!
He turned his head slowly and hard.
Under the dim Streetlamp, Kawaki's face, which usually had a look of indifference and a hint of gloom, was terrifyingly calm at the moment.
The other party was quietly appearing in front of him.
Kawaki's eyes were like a deep, cold pool without any ripples, only an almost cruel determination.
"It's Kawaki..."
Boruto's lips moved, and his voice became hoarse and weak due to severe pain and shock.
He had indeed Sensing been in danger just now, but he never expected that it would be Kawaki.
I never expected that the other party would kill me!
"Although Seventh doesn't allow me to do this..."
Kawaki spoke, his voice low and calm, as if he was stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.
"But in order to protect Seventh, as 'Momoshiki' Vessel, you must die."
"Momoshiki...Vessel..."
Boruto's consciousness was a little blurry, and the severe pain and blood loss made his thinking slow.
Kawaki's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.
Kawaki looked at Boruto's blue eyes that were gradually losing their sparkle. There seemed to be waves in his eyes, but they were quickly suppressed.
Boruto is the son of Seventh and one of the few brothers he recognizes.
Of course, he was unwilling to do this at first. However, when he learned that "Ada" could use Divine Technique·Omnipotence to exchange his "identity" with Boruto, a crazy and paranoid idea took root in his heart and became stronger and stronger.
He wants to be Seventh's "son"!
He wants to replace Boruto!
As a "son", he will protect Seventh legitimately and forever!
And to achieve this goal, Boruto... must disappear.
"Sorry, Boruto."
Kawaki whispered, the hand holding the handle of the knife seemed to tremble slightly, but then he held it tighter.
He suddenly pulled the short knife out of Boruto's body.
"Ugh!"
Boruto let out a short cry of pain, his body lost support and fell forward softly. Blood instantly dyed the ground beneath him red.
Kawaki stood there, looking at Boruto who was lying in a pool of blood, his breath rapidly weakening, with no expression on his face.
He turned around like a ghost blending into the darkness and disappeared silently at the end of the dim street. Only Boruto was left alone, falling on the cold ground, his consciousness gradually sinking into the boundless darkness.
The dim yellow Streetlamp above his head was still shining, stretching his figure very, very long...
The blood reflects the figure of Boruto in the moonlight.
The wound on his abdomen is slowly healing.
"Blue-eyed Young Naruto, it's not time for you to lose everything."