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Boruto: Growing Up as Naruto’s Son

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After traveling through time and space, Uzumaki Boruto finds himself reborn as Naruto’s son — but with a twist. He awakens an Emotional Role-Playing System and begins his journey embodying Tendo Pain. At the opening ceremony of the Ninja Academy, the Seventh Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki, looks up at the sky, his eyes widening in disbelief. “This... how is this possible?... Is that... Pain?” Years later, Boruto stands before his father, filled with confidence. “Dad, your Rasengan isn’t big enough—and not fierce enough! But don’t worry. As long as I’m here, the Rasengan of the Uzumaki Clan will never lose to anyone again.” Then, turning to Sasuke with a serious expression, he says: “Uncle Sasuke, for the sake of Sarada’s and my future happiness, I’m asking you to once again bear the name... of a rebel ninja.” (Sarada, Sumire, Uchiha Hikari — these three have all disappeared...)
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