When faced with something like this, the faster you ran, the better.
With Orochimaru's example fresh in his mind, Sasuke understood perfectly that the first rule of enjoying the drama was not to get dragged into it himself.
In fact, Orochimaru had already restrained himself after Young Naruto finished speaking, but Yamato, who had been secretly keeping an eye on Orochimaru, burst out laughing.
Although Orochimaru had grown accustomed over the years to Yamato's not-so-secret surveillance, his face still darkened.
After all, Orochimaru really had held Yamato when he was little. He was also the sole successful result of Orochimaru's Wood Release experiments.
Orochimaru simply could not save face. He had utterly embarrassed himself in front of his student Sasuke and his student's student Boruto, and now even his former test subject was laughing at him.
So the youthful seventy-year-old man lost his temper and chased Naruto and the others out.
Young Naruto studied Sarada curiously. He had to admit that, with those red glasses on, she did bear some resemblance to Karin in the original story.
But a closer look still revealed that her face was very similar to Sakura's as a child.
After all, reality was not the two-dimensional world of animation. Certain details stood out more clearly.
Adult Sasuke keenly noticed Young Naruto looking at his daughter.
His brows drew together without any attempt to hide it. Almost instinctively, he took a small step to the left, shielding Sarada completely behind him and blocking Young Naruto's view.
His movement was swift and natural, like a silent barrier.
Perhaps this was a skill fathers automatically unlocked once they had daughters.
"We should head back, Sarada."
Sasuke's voice was low and calm, but there was an urging note in his tone.
He truly did not want his daughter forming