Boruto: Naruto next Generation Movie

chapter one

A Hero's Child There was a young boy who was always gazing at the sight of his father's large back. image His father was a hero. He wasn't an ordinary hero. He was a hero who'd saved the world. Even inside the successive Hokage who'd spanned seven generations, his father's name was the kind that would be written in gold, a hero among heroes. The Seventh Hokage, Uzumaki Naruto. That was his father's name. It was an incredibly dazzling name...and a heavy one as well.

His father wasn't only responsible with looking after their own family. The boy wasn't so much of a child that he couldn't understand that fact.

"But, that's why I keep telling you...that isn't a good excuse to not look my way -ttebasa..."

But, because it was unavoidable that the boy would end up feeling like that, nobody scolded or reprimanded him for those feelings.

Most of the village of Konohagakure was configured by residential buildings surrounded by large amounts of nature. There were places within that nature where people who worked in agricultural manufacturing lived, or places where people supplied some of the many provisions of nature, lumber not being the last. Those people's residences were no more than small islands inside the huge ocean that went by the name of a forest. The young boy, Uzumaki Boruto, was now running through that huge forest.

He was a boy who had inherited his father's golden hair and blue eyes, and resembled his mother with his gentle facial features. On his forehead his hiatai-ate, which was proof of being a ninja, shone radiantly. Had he become a genin—the lowest rank of shinobi—because he wanted to chase after his father, or because he wanted to part ways with his father? Boruto wasn't sure yet.

Neither his mother or father had ever told him to become a ninja, but there was no mistake that his surroundings had expected it. No—he himself, when he'd been far younger, had definitely thought that he naturally wanted to be a ninja like his father.

But now, I'm...

"Boruto, don't space out!"

"I wasn't!"

The one who was running next to him was a genin who was in his three-man-cell, his classmate, Uchiha Sarada. Characteristic thick glasses and black hair, a gloomy young girl.

Lately, she'd become quite popular among their male ninja classmates, but if you asked her childhood playmate Boruto, then— "She's just gotten a bit taller lately, she's the same Sarada as always, isn't she?" —is what he would say.

"Boruto, you lead ahead." The one who spoke now was Mitsuki, the other member of their three-man-cell. His surname was unknown. He wasn't someone from Konoha. He'd unexpectedly showed up at the Academy, and then somewhere along the line become a face that felt like he'd always belonged to the class, someone who felt like a protective spirit from a fairytale.

Well, ninja organisations had lots of secrets, and communication with the other side wasn't thick, so it wasn't surprising to have a shinobi whose lineage wasn't known. That was what their teacher, Konohamaru had said. It was probable that something like that was the case in reality.

As Boruto ran, he made a seal with his hands.

Shadow Clone Technique!

In an instant, the numbers of running Boruto's had changed to three.

The Shadow Clone Technique, which allowed a person to use their chakra to make three copies of themselves who held their consciousness, was Naruto, Boruto's father's speciality. The fact that Boruto could master this technique that had once been banned in the past was a sign of his rare talent.

But, the reason nobody caused a stir about it was because Boruto was 'Uzumaki Naruto's son'. Naruto's son learning the Shadow Clone was as natural as a falcon's chick flying through the sky, and didn't merit showing surprise over. It was something that irritated Boruto to a great extent.