من رواية بوروتو Boruto heard a voice as warm as the sun.
“Big brother!”
“Himawari!”
Across the road from them, his young little sister, Uzumaki Himawari, was excitedly waving her hand.
Behind her was his mother, Hinata.
Boruto no longer cared about the story of Mitsuki’s parent.
Boruto’s entire face lit up with a grin.Sarada who had been next to him was caught off-guard, and felt her chest unintentionally throb at the sight of such unrestrained affection. It was the materialization of the vivid goodness that Boruto held inside. It was definitely something he’d inherited from his father Naruto, a kindness that could melt anyone’s heart.