Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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Boruto's voice was filled with complex emotions: "But... Kawaki's hatred for the Otsutsuki has penetrated to the bone."

"His ideas became increasingly extreme—he wanted to 'protect' Naruto's father, and in his view, the prerequisite for protection was to completely eliminate all Otsutsuki, including... me."

"so……"

Boruto's voice lowered: "Kawaki... used the Otsutsuki secret technique he inherited from Isshiki to seal away you, Dad, and... Mom, both of you in this world."

Naruto never expected Kawaki to take such an extreme action.

"After sealing you away, Kawaki ruthlessly tried to kill me."

Boruto's tone returned to its icy tone: "He said he doesn't hate me, but he hates Momoshiki inside me. So, he's determined to kill me no matter what."

"Although I managed to escape, a woman named Ada, who possesses 'omnipotent' magical abilities, activated her power."

"My 'identity' and Kawaki's 'identity' have been swapped in the eyes of everyone in the world! I, Boruto Uzumaki, have become the treacherous traitor who murdered the Seventh Hokage and attempted to destroy Konoha!"

"And Kawaki became the 'Son of the Hokage' who endured humiliation to protect his adoptive father!"

Naruto understood perfectly from the expression in Boruto's eyes.

The sudden reversal of his status caused Boruto to lose everything—family, friends, village, reputation…

Everything he cherished vanished in an instant, becoming the reason for his pursuit.

"Just when I was in dire straits..."

A hint of warmth flashed in Boruto's eyes: "Sasuke-sensei... even when the world's perceptions were being distorted, he still managed to protect me and help me escape from Konoha, thanks to his daughter Sarada's desperate pleas and his own will and trust in me."

"The next three years..."

Boruto's voice was filled with endless exhaustion: "Sasuke-sensei trained me for a year, imparting all the knowledge he had ever learned in his life."

"But during an attack, in order to protect me... Sasuke-sensei was captured by the power of the God Tree and turned into what you see now..."

"As for me, I was found by Guoxin Jushi and we began to cooperate. Through his divine magic 'Shifang,' which allows him to foresee the future, we fought together against those powerful 'Divine Tree People' who were transformed from the Divine Tree."

The long narrative has come to an end.

A deathly silence fell over the cave.

Hikaru covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock and sympathy for Boruto's ordeal.

Naruto stood there blankly, processing the information that was like a scroll depicting hell.

His son, in this world, lost his parents, his teachers, his home, and was burdened with a false accusation, fighting alone in despair for three years...

Compared to his experience, my own childhood suffering was truly negligible.

Although I was disliked by everyone in the village when I was a child, my three grandfathers would give me plenty of money every now and then.

The old man would treat him to Ichiraku Ramen when he was broke, and Iruka-sensei would give him strict instruction.

Moreover, he also has the presence of three fathers within him.

Boruto, in an instant, lost everything he had.

Naruto looked up at the hideous scar on Boruto's face and asked in a hoarse voice, "So... even though you have Kashin Koji... you have 'Ten Directions,' a technique that allows you to foresee the future."

"But is there still no way to defeat those Tree Spirits and rescue Sasuke and... and us?"

“That’s right.” Boruto answered affirmatively, his eyes serious. “The power of the Divine Tree People is beyond imagination.”

"In many prophecies, we are destined to fail."

"Therefore, we tread carefully in every action, for the slightest mistake could lead to utter ruin."

"So, Dad,"

He looked at Naruto again, his tone extremely serious: "Now that you know all this, you should understand how dangerous things are right now, right?"

"While you can still leave, hurry back! Go back to your peaceful world!"

Boruto's words were resolute and full of protectiveness.

He shouldered all the danger and responsibility on his young shoulders, wanting only to keep his father from another world away from this desperate battlefield.

Chapter 390 The Power of the Mangekyou Sharingan

Boruto's resolute words echoed in the cave, carrying an unquestionable determination.

He laid bare all the dangers and burdens, his only hope being to scare away his father from another world.

Let him get away from this quagmire of despair.

However, he underestimated Naruto's stubbornness, especially when his "son" was in trouble.

Naruto shook his head almost without hesitation, his tone relaxed yet firm as a rock: "What nonsense are you talking about, Boruto?"

"You want me to go back like this? How could I possibly do that?"

Boruto was taken aback and hurriedly said, "Dad! Didn't you understand? This world has already..."

"I understand perfectly!"

Naruto interrupted him, his smile fading and his expression becoming extremely serious: "It is precisely because I understand that I cannot leave."

"Watching my son struggle alone in such a dangerous place while I retreat to the safety of my nest?"

“If you really do that, your grandfathers will definitely beat me up.”

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a powerful and moving force.

Not only Boruto, but even Kashin Koji standing to the side had a subtle, almost imperceptible glint in his eyes.

"It's not just him."

A clear yet equally firm voice rang out.

Hikaru stepped forward and stood beside Naruto, his Mangekyou Sharingan staring directly into Boruto's remaining blue eyes: "I'm staying too."

Boruto frowned at the girl who claimed to have been saved by him, but whom he had no recollection of.

He was still confused: "You...this has nothing to do with you, it's dangerous here..."

"There are relationships."

Light interrupted him, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable determination: "Once, you from another world, disregarding your own safety, forcibly broke open the cage that imprisoned me."

He told me, 'We've been friends for a long time! It's only right for friends to help each other!'

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she had returned to that night that changed her destiny.

"At that time, he unilaterally identified me as his friend and pulled me out of the darkness."

So now…

Hikaru took a deep breath, his gaze intense: "My turn. I'm also unilaterally acknowledging that you're my friend!"

“I will never stand idly by when my friend is in danger! This has nothing to do with whether you are the Boruto who saved me!”

These words were so powerful that they completely stunned Boruto.

He looked at the unfamiliar Uchiha girl in front of him.

Looking into the pure and ardent light in her eyes, a long-lost feeling, as if something had struck my heart, welled up inside me.

The word "friend" was too distant and a luxury for him.

Naruto looked at the light and smiled with satisfaction.

He turned to Boruto again, extending that familiar fist that represented bonds and promises, his smile as bright as sunlight piercing through the gloom:

"Did you hear that, brat! Don't try to be a hero all by yourself! You helped us before, so now it's our turn to help you! Besides—"

He paused, his gaze softening yet becoming unwavering, carrying a profound emotion that was both familiar and unfamiliar to many—the emotion of a father.

"As a father, even if my father in this world is temporarily gone, I still have to take his place and protect you well! This is my responsibility!"

Boruto froze, staring at the fist extended in front of him.

Time seemed to flow backward at this moment, and in a daze, the younger version of the father in front of him perfectly overlapped with the figure of the Seventh Hokage in his memory.

The same posture, the same gaze, the same irresistible warmth and strength.

Countless times in the dead of night, countless times in desperate struggles, he longed to feel that support again.

Now, this support has reappeared before him in another incredible way, transcending the boundaries of the world.

The cold, tense defenses that had been in place for three years were completely shattered by this familiar warmth at this moment.

Boruto's throat moved, his nose felt a little sore, and a blurry mist appeared in his remaining left eye.

He blinked hard, forcing back the sour feeling, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly upwards.

It was an extremely difficult, yet incredibly real, and liberating arc.

Without further hesitation, he extended his own fist, which collided firmly with Naruto's.

"……All right."

Boruto's voice was still a little hoarse, but he had shed all his burdens and pretense.

With a hint of relief and weariness, and a faint, rekindled hope: "...Thank you, Dad. And...light."

The moment their fists collided, it was as if an invisible bond tightly linked the fates of the three.

Three people from different worlds and different times formed an alliance to fight together on this land of despair.

Guoxin Jushi watched this scene quietly from the side, and the corner of his mouth under the mask seemed to twitch slightly.

He did not voice his opposition; perhaps in his view, it was an added advantage.

In particular, the power of "Naruto Uzumaki," who comes from another world and whose variables are unknown, may not necessarily be a bad thing.

Naruto withdrew his fist: "What's the first step? How can we get Sasuke out of that strange tree?"

He paused, his tone becoming even more serious: "And, how do we deal with those Tree Spirits?"

Boruto quickly recovered from the complex emotions of the reunion.

He regained his composure as a warrior: "We've always known how to rescue Master Sasuke."

"The tree that imprisoned him was an extension of the divine tree's power. Forcibly attacking it would not only be difficult to destroy, but could also directly harm Master's physical body."

"To safely break this confinement, a special energy crystal called 'Thorn Soul' is needed."