As long as you wanted to take the blame, there would always be more blame to take...
Code had already made up his mind. If he failed to bring Kawaki back this time, he would drag Delta back to take the blame instead.
Following the tracks ahead, Code gave chase.
The group walking ahead was Team 7. Kawaki clutched his injured arm; he would have to wait until they returned to Konoha to get it treated. Boruto, meanwhile, was still grinning as he peppered Itachi with questions.
Sarada was downright jealous. He was her uncle, yet Boruto was acting so familiar with him that anyone who didn't know better would think he was Boruto's uncle instead.
Code was fast. In just a few breaths, he caught up with Team 7.
"Hey, you lot! Stop right there."
Code had spotted a familiar figure from far away and hurriedly called out to stop them. When Kawaki turned around, Code smiled in relief. At last, he wouldn't have to live in fear anymore.
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Kawaki, you've really put me through hell looking for you."
The moment Kawaki saw who had come, he broke into a cold sweat. Delta alone had already given their whole group so much trouble, and now Code, one of Kara's stronger fighters, had shown up too.
When Sarada and Mitsuki heard that this newcomer was also looking for Kawaki, they turned and stared straight at him.
Mitsuki rubbed salt in the wound without mercy.
"Kawaki, another one looking for you. Go catch up with your old friend."
Before Mitsuki could finish, Boruto clamped a hand over his mouth and awkwardly explained, "Kawaki, don't mind him. His brain doesn't work too well. A donkey kicked him in the head when he was little, so he's always talking nonsense."
Hearing