Boruto: Naruto next Generation Movie

chapter two

Deprivation The door opened. There stepped in a man who couldn't possibly have come here, but who couldn't possibly have stayed absent.

"Yo,"

While looking a little embarrassed, the Seventh Hokage.... Uzumaki Naruto gave his son and daughter a clumsy smile.

The hours felt like a dream. His father was here, his mother was here, and his little sister was smiling. Nobody was lonely. Large, piping hot chicken taken out from the oven. Himawari's sparkling eyes. Confetti scattering everywhere from the crackers. His mother, looking she was having fun for the first time in so long. And, his father, who warmly watched over her expression.

It would've been nice if this lasted forever. If things could just stay like this. Boruto thought. He wished. However. In the mine, and in the ninja tool development department, and in the tv station, and in the train station, and in the prison, and in the archives, and in every single place you could think of... For the sake of protecting the families of people he didn't even know, for the sake of protecting the warmth of other homes...

The same man who kept fighting and working constantly found the stream of his consciousness suddenly interrupted. It was like watching a firecracker's sparks die out. Naruto's glittering figure abruptly disappeared. In that instant, his mother's home-made cake that had been in Naruto's hands fell to the ground with a 'plop'.

Himawari's smiling face turned into tears. Boruto didn't really remember what happened after that. He could feel burning hot tears spilling out his eyes, his feet pounding against the floor. His whole body was wrapped in anger.

He couldn't forgive him.

He couldn't possibly forgive him.

His father's love towards his children had been a Kage Bunshin's illusion.
image "Boruto!" His mother was half hugging him as she held him back. He probably had a frightening look on his face.

"Let me go, mom!"

"Your dad's always doing his best for everyone in the village," she said, "It absolutely isn't because he means to neglect you!"

His mother's eyes were shaking. Boruto knew that his mother was enduring it too. image But. But was this how things were?

"Everyone in the village"

....did that not include them? If they weren't included, then what even was a Hokage? The Hokage's statues, those faces carved into the mountain, were they people who just got sucked into the system?

"Why?!" Questions he knew he shouldn't say out loud whirled around inside Boruto, and finally burst out of him like magma from a volcano.

"Why is my dad the Hokage?!" He yelled, "He just stands behind his desk all day looking arrogant, doesn't he?! Shikamaru ojisan, or Sakura obasan, anyone would be fine, wouldn't they?!!"

"The Hokage is terribly important," His mother looked down, "...For generations, they've been an incredibly precious existence for the village."

"Then I suppose all the children of the Hokages have been gratefully accepting this good-for-nothing situation for generations, too!" His words were rushing out of his mouth. He couldn't stop himself any more. He'd known how things were. He'd known, but knowing didn't make it better. Of course it didn't. There was more.

"Now that you mention it, Grandpa used to be a Hokage too, but dad says that when he was a kid, Grandpa Hokage wasn't even in this world any more!" He was howling.

"That means dad grew up not knowing a thing about this enjoyable father-son situation, didn't he?! Dad's the only one who doesn't know what this is like!" Screaming. "If he was going to be like this-" Cursing.