I woke up in a bed way too soft for an average ninja brat. For a second, I thought I was dreaming again — maybe this was all some twisted genjutsu punishment for binge-watching the entire Boruto anime while roasting it online.
But no, the ceiling above me was still suspiciously familiar. The kind of plain, warm-toned wood you'd expect from the Uzumaki household, specifically the non-taxpayer-subsidized Hokage version.
"Okay… this is real. Definitely not a dream," I muttered, staring at my tiny five-year-old hands like they were cursed objects.
Before I could spiral further into another episode of Otaku Mental Breakdown: Reincarnated Edition, a knock came at the door.
"Boruto?" came a soft, gentle voice that could probably tame a Tailed Beast with just maternal energy alone. "You're awake already?"
The door slid open and in came her.
"Wow, you woke up early today," Hinata said with a sweet smile, "even before I came to wake you."
I sat up straight, heart pounding. Not because I was scared. No. Totally not. I just wasn't emotionally prepared to face Hinata freaking Hyuga this early in the morning.
"Y-Yeah," I replied, clearing my throat and trying to sound casual. "I thought I should, y'know… change myself a little. Pre-academy starts today, after all."
If my delivery wasn't Oscar-worthy, I don't know what is.
Hinata's face lit up like she just saw Naruto shirtless in his youth. "That's wonderful, Boruto! Alright, get changed and come down quickly. I'll make breakfast."
And with that, she left, humming like the perfect anime mom she was.
I flopped back on the bed. Okay, okay, we're killing it so far. Zero cringe. One point to me.
Inside, I could practically hear Hinata's thoughts:
Finally! My son is becoming mature… I hope he grows up as kind and handsome as Naruto-kun… Just, please, not his pranks.
Don't worry, Mom 2.0. I've got enough trauma to skip the prank phase entirely.
Once I was dressed in my tiny academy uniform — gods help me, it felt like I was wearing cosplay — I ran down the stairs and froze.
There. Sitting at the table.
Was. A. Literal. Cinnamon Roll.
"Himawari…" I whispered, as the tiny bundle of sunshine turned to me with sparkling eyes.
"Ohaaiii~ Oniichan~!" she sang, her voice a sugar bomb of pure, uncut adorableness.
My soul left my body.
GAAAAH. She's too cute! Protect her at all costs!
But then reality kicked in — or more specifically, Webnovel reader perception did.
Cough. Ahem. Nope. Nope. I'm her brother. Biological. Literal brother. This is wholesome, okay? Stop looking at me like that, imaginary comments section. Don't @ me.
I plopped down at the table, trying not to blush from how aggressively adorable she was. Hinata brought over breakfast, all smiles and sunshine.
"Eat up, you two," she said.
"Thanks, Mom!" Himawari chimed.
"Thanks, Mom," I echoed, doing my best to sound normal despite dying inside from emotional whiplash.
And of course… Naruto was nowhere to be seen. Classic.
"Hey, Mom," I asked, trying to sound casual while poking my egg. "Where's Dad?"
"He left early today," Hinata said, placing another dish on the table. "There's a Five Kage Summit at the Hokage Office."
"Ah. Workaholic mode. Got it."
Hinata turned, her face softening. "Boruto… please don't hate your father. He's just trying his best to protect the village — and all of us."
I paused for a moment. No sarcasm. No inner roast session. Just a calm, honest voice leaving my lips.
"Don't worry, Mom. I don't hate him. Actually… I respect Dad more than anyone."
Hinata blinked.
"I don't really get what it means to be Hokage yet, but I know he loves it more than anything," I added. "And that's why I respect it so much."
Hinata smiled, eyes misting up. "Boruto…"
Crap. Emotional Hinata was dangerous. Abort! Abort!
"I'm heading out!" I said, bolting to the door and slipping on my ninja sandals.
"Be careful!" Hinata called out.
"Bye, Oniichan!" chirped Himawari, waving like she was sending me off to war.
As I stepped outside, the cool breeze hit me. Konoha was already bustling. People opening shops, kids chasing each other, ninja sprinting across rooftops like it was no big deal.
I took a deep breath.
Holy crap. I'm actually in the Naruto world. Wait… no. This is Boruto's world now.
I looked around, soaking it all in like I was in some nostalgia commercial.
Man, this town hits different when you're not just watching it through a screen.
I jogged toward the academy, feet barely touching the ground, heart pounding like a drum. I was doing it. I was actually attending ninja school. If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.
And then I saw her.
Black hair. Red spectacles. A "I've got my life together" aura that I already knew was 50% bluff.
Sarada Uchiha stood at the entrance of the academy, arms crossed, giving me a look like I just confessed to liking pineapple on pizza.
"Boruto? Is that really you?"
"Uh…" I scratched the back of my head with a sheepish grin. "Yup. In the flesh."
She blinked. "How are you on time? You're always late."
I laughed awkwardly. "Trying to act more like the Hokage's son, y'know?"
Sarada's cheeks turned suspiciously pink. She quickly looked away, pushing her glasses up.
Inner Sarada: When he smiles like that, he really looks like Lord Seventh…
Also Inner Sarada: What am I even thinking?!
"Anyway!" she huffed. "Let's just get inside before we're actually late."
"Good idea," I said, walking beside her. "Wouldn't want to ruin my perfect new record of not being a disaster."
"You say that like it's a challenge."
"Oh, it is."
And just like that, we stepped into the ninja academy.
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A/N: What you guys think is it good? Please let me know what you guys are thinking about the chapters I'm trying to make starting few chapters sarcastic and funny if you think it's being way too cringe please let me know I'll improve it also, if you know about something like rare ninjustu or have some ideas to make him stronger please let me know