Chapter 496: Oh, Blue-Eyed Boy

"Bye!"

"Bye!"

After escorting Uchiha Sarada to the Uchiha residence, Boruto said goodbye to her at the entrance and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Earlier today, Uchiha Sarada had suddenly run to his house, saying she wanted to study the "Divine Air Strike" cultivation method recorded on the scroll together.

She ended up missing him, and upon learning from his mother that Boruto had been spending the last two days at the Hyuga residence, she rushed over there in a flurry and dragged him along to study for the better part of the day.

Good grief...

Boruto scratched his head, feeling somewhat helpless, with a strange, indescribable sensation in his heart.

The way Jiraiya looked at him and Uchiha Sarada while they were studying the scroll today always made him feel weird.

Although Jiraiya didn’t say anything, Boruto could feel that in those eyes, there seemed to be a hint of nostalgia and... teasing?

As if he were looking at some "interesting" pair.

Is it my dad and Sakura from when they were young?

Boruto suddenly thought.

After returning from Young Naruto’s world last time, out of curiosity, Boruto had asked around the Village about some things from his dad’s youth.

Among them was the fact that his dad had pursued Sakura when they were younger.

As his dad’s teacher, Jiraiya must have witnessed his dad pursuing Sakura back then.

Therefore, it didn’t seem strange that seeing him and Uchiha Sarada studying Ninjutsu together would remind him of his dad and Sakura.

Boruto muttered to himself again.

Uchiha Sarada’s personality... serious, stubborn, sometimes a bit rigid, but also very reliable...

Hmm...

Boruto’s train of thought suddenly paused.

A strange feeling welled up in his heart; a bit sour, a bit sweet, and a bit flustered.

He didn’t quite understand what this feeling was, but he instinctively felt that the time spent with Uchiha Sarada didn’t seem... unpleasant?

"What’s wrong with me..."

Boruto shook his head, trying to shake off this strange feeling.

The street lamp overhead suddenly let out a "buzz" and flickered.

Boruto looked up instinctively.

What came into view was a deep night sky studded with stars, and a bright moon that was almost excessively brilliant.

The moonlight was cold and clear, spilling onto the silent street.

But immediately after, Boruto noticed something wrong.

This street was too quiet.

Moreover, the surrounding buildings looked somewhat old and unfamiliar.

Only the street lamp above his head emitted a dim yellow light, illuminating only a small area, while the further places were swallowed by the darkness.

"Where is this?"

Boruto frowned and looked around.

"Does Hidden Leaf Village still have such old streets? Why don’t I have any memory of this?"

He clearly remembered that when he walked Uchiha Sarada home, he had taken a route near a busy commercial street, with bright street lamps and rows of shops.

How did he end up in this old-looking neighborhood that seemed like it was from decades ago in the blink of an eye?

Thinking this, Boruto quietly and unobtrusively brought his hands together in front of him, forming a simple seal.

Release: Dispel.

A wave of Chakra spread from his body, attempting to dispel any potential Genjutsu influence.

However, the surrounding environment didn’t change in the slightest.

The dim street, the old street lamp, the cold moonlight; everything remained the same.

"What the... it’s not a Genjutsu..."

Boruto muttered to himself, his brow furrowing even tighter.

If it wasn’t a Genjutsu, could it be that he had really accidentally walked into some remote corner?

He separated his hands and casually shoved them into his pockets, but his body went slightly tense, and his Chakra began to flow slowly, entering a state of alert.

Although the nights in Hidden Leaf Village were peaceful, as a Ninja, Boruto had long cultivated the habit of staying vigilant at all times.

Just as he was preparing to further investigate the surrounding environment.

Boruto’s pupils constricted sharply.

He didn’t even turn around to confirm; his body’s instincts had reacted before his consciousness!

He violently pulled out his right hand that had been in his pocket!

A cold, icy glint flashed and vanished under the dim light.

A sharp Kunai was already gripped in his hand in a reverse grip.

At the same time, he spun around and jumped backward.

However, it was still a step too late.

Or rather, the opponent’s speed and stealth techniques exceeded his expectations.

"Pfft!"

A dull sound of a Sharp Weapon piercing flesh.

Boruto’s body suddenly stiffened.

Intense pain instantly spread from his abdomen throughout his entire body. He lowered his head and looked in disbelief at a hand covered in black markings, holding a Kunai, which had pierced his abdomen without any resistance.

Warm liquid was gurgling out along the blade and that hand!

He slowly and arduously turned his head.

Under the dim street lamp, Kawaki’s face, which was usually cold and somewhat gloomy, was terrifyingly calm at this moment.

The other person was standing quietly in front of him.

Kawaki’s eyes were like a cold, deep pool, without any ripples, holding only a kind of near-cruel determination.

"It’s Kawaki..."

Boruto’s lips moved, his voice becoming hoarse and weak due to the intense pain and shock.

He had indeed sensed danger just now, but he never expected it to be Kawaki.

Even less did he expect that the other person would try to kill him!

"Although the Seventh Hokage doesn’t allow me to do this..."

Kawaki spoke, his voice low and calm, as if stating a fact unrelated to himself.

"But to protect the Seventh Hokage, you, as the vessel for ’Momoshiki’, must die."

"Momoshiki... vessel..."

Boruto’s consciousness was somewhat blurred; the intense pain and blood loss made his thinking sluggish.

Kawaki’s words were like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely against his heart.

Kawaki looked at Boruto’s azure eyes, which were gradually losing their luster; there seemed to be ripples in his eyes, but they were quickly suppressed.

Boruto was the Seventh Hokage’s son, and also one of the few brothers he acknowledged.

At first, he certainly didn’t want to do this. However, when he learned that "Eida" could use the divine technique "Omnipotence" to swap his and Boruto’s "identities," a crazy and paranoid thought took root and sprouted in his heart, becoming increasingly intense.

He wanted to be the Seventh Hokage’s "son"!

He wanted to replace Boruto!

He wanted to protect the Seventh Hokage forever, legitimately, in the identity of a "son"!

And to achieve this goal, Boruto... had to disappear.

"Sorry, Boruto."

Kawaki said in a low voice, his hand gripping the hilt of the blade seemingly trembling slightly, but then he gripped it even tighter.

He violently pulled the short blade out of Boruto’s body.

"Ugh!"

Boruto let out a short cry of pain, his body losing support, falling softly forward, and blood instantly stained the ground beneath him.

Kawaki stood in place, looking at Boruto, who had collapsed in a pool of blood with his life force rapidly fading, his face devoid of any expression.

He turned around like a ghost merging into the darkness, disappearing silently at the end of the dim street. Leaving Boruto alone, lying on the cold ground, his consciousness gradually sinking into an endless darkness.

The dim street lamp overhead continued to flicker, stretching his shadow very long, very long...

Blood, reflecting Boruto’s figure under the moonlight.

The wound on his abdomen was slowly healing.

"Oh, blue-eyed boy, it is not yet time for you to lose everything."

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