“…Sasuke-occhan, why did you bother with someone like me?”
“You’re really a strong shinobi.” Sasuke said. “I lost to your dad, but you can become a man who’ll surpass him.”
“…How can you say something like that?!”
These words were completely different from Katasuke’s flattery. These words were extremely heavy. That was how Boruto finally understood the
true weight behind beating his dad.
“You’re his son, and furthermore by best disciple, aren’t you? And most importantly, you…”
For one second, Boruto thought he was going to cry.
This man was still calling him his disciple.
Him, who’d fought with borrowed power instead of the skills he’d been taught by his master.
“You’re even more of an usuratonkachi than Naruto was.”
“…by usuratonkachi…you mean…?”
“Someone who hates to lose.”
…That was right.
He still hadn’t lost yet.
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