Even though it was just the break of dawn, Mikio Ikemoto found himself sitting in a bright hallway in front of Masashi Kishimoto's office. Ikemoto was unconsciously tapping his foot – the anxiety was simply killing him. In this continuous state of waiting one thought was running through his head over and over again.

„Could it be?", he thought „Is today going to be the day Kishimoto will finally let me-"

„Come in, he's waiting for you." A cold voice brought him back into reality.

It was one of Kishimoto's bodyguards – Sasuke-kun. Just like the name implied, the man was dressed just like Sasuke and even had the contact lenses of a Sharingan. Ikemoto knew for a fact that the man's real name was Joe, but Kishimoto only allowed to address the man as Sasuke-kun. He had heard Sasuke-kun was quite popular with the female staff of Shueisha, but he also heard some disturbing rumours about Sasuke-kun trying to kill several of his girl fans and even impaling one while he was doing his job.

„Good morning, Sasuke-kun." Ikemoto mumbled quietly.

The man looked at him with the same expression someone looks at a freshly made poop on their own lawn, left by a neighbour's dog. Ikemoto knew damn well that there's no point in trying to make small talk with this man, so he jumped on his feet and rushed into Kishimoto's office.

It took a few seconds for Ikemoto's eyes to get accustomed to the dim lighting and the overwhelming scent of ramen so rich almost forming a mysterious fog in Kishimoto's office. His eyes finally managed to capture what he was looking for. There he was – the man, the myth, the legend. Kishimoto was sitting in his 2000 bucks costing leather chair, with his black hair being caressed by yet another one of his bodyguards, named Naruto-kun. Yes, to no surprise, Naruto-kun was dressed just like Naruto and even had yellow hair. Even though, his real name was Steve, just like with Sasuke-kun, Kishimoto only allowed to address this man by 'Naruto-kun'.

„I'll never get used to seeing this charade, no matter how many times I see it..." Ikemoto thought.

As if having the ability to read minds, Kishimoto straightened out in his chair immediately and brushed off Naruto-kun's hand.

„Does something amuses you?" he asked coldly.

„N-no, sir..." Ikemoto replied silently.

„Good, because Isekai trash should know its place," Kishimoto sneered.

„Sir, please, there's no need to call-"

„SILENCE!" Kishimoto raised his tone. This sudden change of atmosphere made Ikemoto squirm in his chair. It even startled Kishimoto's bodyguards – Naruto-kun timidly approached Sasuke-kun and took his hand. „You dare to interrupt me, you Isekai trash?"

„I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again." Ikemoto mumbled sheepishly.

„Do you even know why you're here?" Kishimoto asked angrily.

Ikemoto thought he's gonna explode from anxiousness. „W-well, sir, with all due respect... I was hoping you will finally let me come back to my world..." he said hopefully with a shy smile.

Several seconds of silence. Ikemoto felt like these several seconds are lasting forever.

Kishimoto couldn't believe his ears. „You thought what..?" Perplexed Kishimoto asked. „Did you really think I was going to let you come back to your world..? You DAMN ISEKAI TRASH?!" With his bewilderness gradually turning into anger, the decibels increased greatly.

Ikemoto sat there completely shocked. This was the complete opposite of what he thought would happen. He thought that after more than 20 years he'll be finally able to go home, back to his own world.

Kishimoto took several deep breaths trying to control his anger. "More than 20 years ago I used a very old witchcraft and called you into this world. I was in need of an assistant before I started drawing Naruto. And you were quite useful to me. Yes, you were" Kishimoto sped back and forth in front of his desk, while Naruto-kun and Sasuke-kun were silently sitting and holding hands. "After finishing Naruto I thought what to do with you and I decided that I'll give you the opportunity to make me more money – I'll let you draw Boruto. I thought if you did good, I'll finally let you go back to your world. And boy was that a mistake." Kishimoto smiled sadly. „Not only the sales are dropping volume by volume, not only the story is getting worse and worse, not only you are tarnishing my legacy, but now I even have police coming to my office and making inquiries about you."

The word 'police' brought Ikemoto back into reality from his complete state of shock. „Police? What do you mean?" He asked carefully.

„You know damn well what I mean," exhaled Kishimoto. „You are oversexualizing 12 years old girls every chance you get – high heels, lipstick, mini skirt... Like for how long did you think people were not going to notice?"

Ikemoto was shivering in fear now. „B-but I told you many times, it's a normal thing in my world, it's almost the same as this world except we have a little bit different social norms-"

„Shut up, I don't want to hear about your messed up world, you Isekai trash!" Kishimoto interrupted him angrily. „The point is – it's not normal in THIS world. Like what the hell, thanks to you Hinata became the first woman in history whose breasts became smaller AFTER giving birth to 2 children. Meanwhile, you're drawing 12 y/o girls with as much exposed skin as possible. And you are surprised the police is sniffing around asking questions about you?!" There was no end to Kishimoto's fury. „I realize you are probably trying to increase the sales by targeting additional demographic group of adults who like underage girls but how about you INCREASE THE QUALITY OF THE STORY INSTEAD, YOU ABSOLUTE LEECH?!" Even Naruto-kun and Sasuke-kun were shivering now.

Ikemoto didn't know what to say. He came inside this office with very high hopes... How could it all turn so badly?

„Enough, I've wasted enough of my time for the likes of you." Kishimoto fell softly into his 2000 bucks costing chair. With one gesture he called Naruto-kun over to caress his hair. „See him out, Sasuke-kun," Kishimoto snapped his fingers lazily.

„Sir, please, rec-"

Before Ikemoto could finish what he was saying, Sasuke-kun appeared right behind him in a blink of an eye.

„Nothing personal kid," - said a cold voice from behind as Ikemoto's consciousness was embraced by darkness...