Momoshiki was sent flying yet again. He had already lost count of how many times it had happened.
Ever since he had arrived in this godforsaken place, he hadn't had a single good day. I'm a noble Ōtsutsuki, damn it! And now they're kicking me back and forth like a ball.
For a moment, Momoshiki felt utterly wronged. Never in his life had he felt so aggrieved.
"Why are my eyes always filled with tears? Because I love my old homeland so deeply."
That was right. Momoshiki had been beaten so badly that he wanted to go home to his mother.
Seeing that it was about enough, Meihui grabbed Momoshiki by the throat. Momoshiki put up a few token struggles before giving up. Perhaps death would be a release for him.
As he felt the energy steadily draining from his body, Momoshiki's face gradually withered and aged.
Once he felt he had taken enough, Meihui stopped.
"Little brother, bring Boruto over here."
"Uncle, I'm here."
Looking at Meihui in this state, Boruto didn't even dare breathe too loudly. His presence was overwhelming, even scarier than his mother when she was angry.
"Don't resist. Try to accept this power."
Meihui compressed Momoshiki into a ball of pure chakra and slowly pressed it into Boruto's abdomen. The instant the chakra had fully entered, a seal shaped like the Eight Trigrams formed.
At last, after forty-nine savage beatings, several knocked-out front teeth, and broken arms and legs, Momoshiki was brutally finished off by Meihui's family.
"Make good use of this power. He shouldn't be able to cause trouble for a long time."
Meihui hadn't originally wanted to share Momoshiki's power with Boruto, but he worried that when Isshiki or someone like him showed up later, a slipup might get Boruto, the protagonist of