The Unsung Hero《Sequel》

Book 2 Chapter 1

...That is the story of Naruto Uzumaki...

...What will you do now?

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Boruto Uzumaki, now a young thirteen-year-old boy ready to step into the world of an adolescent. He matured greatly, with every passing year, he only looked closer and closer to the image of his father. Many things changed within the boy. Despite now being the container of the Nine tailed demon fox. His personality changed. He didn't view the world as a child's place anymore. He was more serious than ever, his childish self now buried. He was ever so close to becoming a man, yet he was far.

Boruto walked home in silence from his afternoon training, his jacket was loose around his chest hoping for a gust of wind to ventilate through his body. His sweat stained shirt thoroughly soaked.

Boruto looked up to see where he currently was and couldn't help but chuckle in relief. His home was just steps away. The famous Uzumaki crest could be seen shining proudly just steps away. His feet began to pick up the pace as his hands began to roam for his keys.

Within quick succession, he managed to retrieve his key and open the door record time. His stomach began to growl and his sapphire orbs became wide.

That sweet smell! There's no mistake about it.

Yes, his mother didn't disappoint. He was surprised he didn't smell this miles away. He would've looked like a wild starving hound of he caught whiff of this earlier. But now he was the hungry hound.

He quickly inserted the key into the hole of his door and with stammering hands, he turned the knob with the sounds of the comforting locks and stepped inside. His mouth couldn't form words as the aroma hit him like a brick wall.

"Boruto! Is that you?" said an angelic motherly voice. The sounds of small steps could be heard slowly approaching him, before he could announce himself in, he was crushed in a clumsy hug by his one and only treasured beloved little sister.

"Oni-chan! Welcome home!"

Boruto smiled down at his sister's equivalent sapphire pools. He placed his hands around her and returned the guy embracing this moment.

"I'm home"

"Yuck! You smell Oni-chan!"

Boruto couldn't help but giggle at her shriveled up expression, "Well that happens when you train Hima, tell mother i'm gonna take a shower and be right down," winked her older brother.

She nodded happily and skipped away in the direction of his mother. He sighed smiling at the direction of his little sister.

She's growing up fast. Boruto felt a pang of sadness hit him. The harsh reality of knowing that she will soon one day grow up. He hated it. He felt selfish for such feelings but then again he looked at himself. He wasn't the same weak boy anymore.

Boruto shook his head removing such thoughts from his head. He removed his black Uzumaki jacket and placed it on the hanger near the door and bolted upstairs with a secret grin. His mother didn't hear him running.

He quickly turned to the right and ran down the hallway smashing into his door. He removed all his clothes and casually formed them into a ball before kicking them towards the basket which he completely missed. He stepped inside his bathroom locking the mechanism to prevent an embarrassing moment. He turned the single knob and waited patiently until the water began running. Once it was to his desired temperature, he stepped inside sighing like an old man and molded with the warm drops of water.