The Stones We Mold
There are only two chapters left after this one. Read the ending and I shall explain my good friends.
The statue had began as a single large toe when he was three. They had finished it when he was nine. It faced away from the sun with its arms out in a displaying motion.
As if the stone said to a friend 'Look what I discovered.'
It was a village masterpiece. The whole body was stone. It wore stone sandals, wore a stone cloak, and held a stone staff.
In its other hand was a ball, cracked and different to express the tailed beast ball.
On the front of his shirt, every known affinity had been engraved, as if the statue owned them.
But the most distinct feature of this statue was its height. I towered over Hashirama and Madara's statue. Over the whole village of Konoha. Some in Kumo said that they could see the eyes of the statue in their basements.
So maybe it towered over the whole world.
Because it protected it.
Naruto's statue was a symbol of peace and power. His stone eyes were voidless and gazed into the souls of everyone around him. Those eyes comforted them in times of turmoil and fear. Stared at them until they did what was right.
On Naruto's head was a headband, the world engraved on it, signalling peace among lands.
He hated it. Just as much as he now despised the man it represented. Boruto kicked the toe of the statue. How large it was compared to him. Just like the real thing.
It did not crumble. It did not falter. Instead, it's gaze remained watching the world; steady and calm.
With a sigh of defeat, the 13 year old slumped onto the ground. He remembered loving his father dearly. He remembered loving him year by year.
But nowadays, he didn't know him. In fact, Boruto knew nothing about the man. There were hushed whispers in his parents room at night.
Then he would hear his uncles speak about Dead Man's land in hushed whispers. When they thought none of the kids were listening. But, Boruto was. He always did when it came to his father.
When he asked Naruto about all the great things done in the past, the man would squeeze his nose harshly and grow silent.
The man would go and sit on the couch and watch the youngest of their six boys draw. But he wasn't really watching. Boruto could bet that his father relived those moments everyday, right in that chair.
The memories of whatever happened in Dead Man's Land.
Whatever happened when he was nine or six. What happened in some underground home with some old woman.
Boruto was never allowed to hear these things. Naruto would simply say. "I already told you. You were five months old."
And that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was….Boruto was the only one affected by not knowing their father's life.
The other five boys would simply go about their days. And his mother...Boruto sighed heavily and blushed while thinking about his mother's actions.
While his father sat on the couch and stared, their mother would be standing by the kitchen door. He'd be staring at Naruto, his eyes dazed, smiling shyly, and blush on his pale cheeks.
And everytime Boruto asked what was wrong, Sasuke would poke his forehead softly and laugh quietly. "Nothing. Silly mommy doesn't know when to stop falling in love."
"I knew you'd be out here."
The genin turned with a soft smile, finding his mother standing there. "Hi, Kaa-san."
Sasuke smirked and lended Boruto his single arm. "Come on, you lost child. Your match is coming up. Your brother's are waiting."
They weren't him. They weren't him or his brothers. And for hokage, that was a good thing.
In fact, this new family could not repeat what the former had done. His kids were their own people and Naruto was fine with that.
Three years after Boruto had been born, Sasuke gave birth to another boy. His eyes were blue as well, but his hair was a dark black color. They called him Menma. Unlike Boruto, Menma was just like Sasuke. He remained calm and collected. His wit was always sharp and he was very serious. Naruto found it funny to call the boy 'tiny Sasuke.'
Mitsuo came a year after. He contrasted with everyone because he'd taken the red hair of his uncle's, grandmother, and most of the Uzumaki. His eyes were also black. Mitsuo was the first to figure out his created bloodline. It was his chakra. He'd taken that of Naruto's and it was so tremendous that he'd figured he'd make something out of it. Mitsuo was able to create anything from his chakra. Even himself. He could fade from existence at the blink of an eye. And because he was so much like Naruto, he'd often use that power to get away from his mother's wrath. He was the prodigy. The one who had been a natural at anything, just like Sasuke. Which was why he really lived up to the meaning of his name 'Shining man.'
Naruto chuckled lightly and hummed.
A year after Mitsuo's birth, came an exact replica of Sasuke. Dark eyes, dark hair, pale skin. Samaru's name meant 'God' because as soon as Naruto delivered him, he stared into the eyes of the sharingan. And for the duration of Samaru's life, that was all they looked into. A Sharingan that never grew tired and never went away. This made him a beautiful boy. And Naruto found it hard to say no to Samaru during the first years of his life.
Sasuke refused to have anymore children after that. Four boys and no girls was a hassle. It wasn't necessarily a mistake that the twins were born two years after Mitsuo, but they weren't planned.
Akiyama, mountain, and Atsushi, cordial, were the final of the children. The five year olds reminded Naruto of Deidara. Sweet and quiet when observed, but crazy and raising hell after another minute. Both boys had his blue eyes and blond hair. But it was done in the style of Hashirama's hair; very long and pulled back. And they were so much like Naruto that Sasuke refused to make love to his husband for seven months.
How the times were hard for him. Six boys and he wasn't afraid of anything.
They were not he, Pein, Deidara, Nagato, and Gaara. They would not break apart. Of course, they acted toward one another the same way Naruto once had to his brothers, but the man was sure Boruto would not kill them.
Although the boy resented Naruto in the last two months, he would not become Pein.
A soft knock at the door interrupted the Namikaze and he sat straighter. "Come in."
The door latched open and in walked his seventeen year old niece. "Uncle Naruto."
The man smiled at the girl. In her prime now, she really looked like Pein. She'd gotten the rods in her skin and her rinne sharingan was the height of the village. Neko was a prodigy and was in the midst of being groomed to lead the Uchiha clan. Naruto was also training and grooming her himself.
In some years, Nekoda would be the first hokage with Uchiha blood. "Yes, Neko-chan?"
"The matches are about to start."
The jinchuriki gasped an stood. "Is it time already? Don't tell me I missed Boruto's match."
The girl laughed. "No, uncle. I just wanted you to know before hand. Come on." With that, the girl ran out of the room.
Naruto sighed and stood, breathing and inhaling deeply. He hoped Boruto would do well in the arena. And he hoped that history would not mold again, but instead remain a story he would soon tell.
Sasuke bent down, skilfully placing things he may have needed for the boys into a scroll. As he did so, Akiyama hugged his leg tightly while his twin balanced himself atop Sasuke's head.
Menma and Samaru had been arguing about which tailed beast inside their father was stronger. And Boruto, the boy of the hour, was missing in the house somewhere.
Atsushi pouted and looked down with pleading eyes. "Mommy, how come your arm is gone?"
Sasuke raised a brow. "I encountered several wild snakes on my journey to get you all."
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Samaru crossed his arms deniably and Menma smirked. "It doesn't matter if Gyuki fought the strongest Kumo nin, Kurama is the God of all tailed Beasts."
Akiyama tugged his pant leg harshly. The five year old glared. "I thought you said they were boars."
Sasuke smirked and flicked the boy's forehead. "It doesn't matter, little runt. Now get those shoes on."
Immune to Sasuke's way of loving, the boy nodded with a smile and ran away. "Okay, Kaa-san. I love you."
"Love you too! Boruto, come on. We have to go! Unless you want to lose to your cousin."
Boruto frowned as he came downstairs. "I won't lost to Sarada. Not ever."
"What's wrong?" Sasuke questioned, removing Atsushi from his head and grabbing the scroll.
The 13 year old shook his head. "Nothing." He mumbled.
Sasuke smiled softly and walked toward his son. "You won't tell me?"
"It's nothing." Boruto whined, and turned away.
The older Namikaze leaned over his son's back. "What-"
"Oi! Kaa-san! You're in my personal space." His words came out jumbled and embarrassed, his cheeks pink and rosy.
"Well, I didn't say that when you were in here were you?" The man asked, pointing to his stomach.
Menma gasped, walking over. "That's where babies come from?"
Before another word was spoken, Sasuke smacked the boy upside his head. He felt funny now, embarrassed and wondering if this were the topic Naruto should have been talking about.
"That doesn't matter now."
"My my my." A new yet familiar voice spoke. "These damn brats. I wonder who helps you tame them."
Sasuke's head shot up and he blushed, watching as Naruto stopped by the door and stared at him. "Some idiot. He doesn't do a good job, though."
Naruto laughed and walked even closer, standing closer. "You want to fight with me?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes and looked away.
"You're so beautiful." the blond whispered, his warm breath tickling the Uchiha's earlobe. A pale nose wrinkled in protest.
"Shut up and kiss me." He murmured.
Another laugh and Naruto stared at him. His lips gently brushed his husband's, laughing into the contact.
"I love you." The both spoke in unison when moving back. Both men looked at one another and laughed.
Before they could continue their little affair, however, Naruto was tackled to the ground by five boys.
"Tou-san! Stop biting mommy's mouth!"
"Did you save the world today?"
"Can you make me chunin now before Boru-aniki gets there first?"
"How come kaa-san calls you dumb so much?"
Naruto laughed and hugged his son's all at once. In one heap, he stood, laughing as they screamed and clung to him.
"One question at a time please."
Akiyama bit his arm playfully. "How come you go on missions? Iruka-sensei said that hokages stay in the office."
"I go on mission to ensure the safety of my friends." The man rubbed his son's hair.
Menma smirked. "How old were you became a chunin?"
Naruto blushed. "I was never a chunin."
The boys gasped and Boruto, who had been brooding by the stair, looked up interested. Naruto noted that it was a time Boruto was really interested. He knew the boy wanted to know his father more, but Naruto wasn't ready to go back to those hard times.
He smiled softly and rubbed Menma's head. "That's right. Your father was a genin until the end of the fourth shinobi ended. Two years before your brother was born."
Samaru gasped. "You were a genin at 17?"
"Yup." The man smiled sheepishly, rubbing his neck.
"Why?"
The question had come from Boruto. His voice was raspy then, like an old man, even though his face was so young. It had been filled with want and need, desperation to know at least one hardship of his father's past.
Naruto looked down. "I'm sure you all know about the invasion. The first time, I was refused. The former elders feared that I would be too dangerous. The second time I…."
He trailed off, looking down now and biting his lip. "My brother, Pein. I lost my ey-"
The man froze his spot and Sasuke raised his hand. "That's enough storytelling. It's time for that match, Boruto. Come on, the lot of you."
Boruto sighed in annoyance and left the house, his younger brother's following closely behind.
Naruto still stood in the same spot as Sasuke waited patiently. When he saw that it was clear, when Naruto blinked, the man smiled. "Naruto." He called. The blond looked to him, his bright eyes blank as Sasuke walked closer. "Is everything okay, really?"
The jinchuriki did not smile, but his words reassured the both of them. "So long as you're by my side, sweet angel, the rest of the world can go to hell." And that was just what Sasuke needed to hear.
Sasuke laughed softly and kissed the other man. "Good. I love you."
Naruto's lips, the ones that really didn't want to smile, creeped into a grin.
"Let's get going."
Naruto smiled proudly. "Yes. My son is the prodigy of the village. This is a match I'm willing to see."
Naruto smiled as the third match began. Boruto walked out before his best friend, Shikadai Nara.
Naruto laughed softly. The boy resembled both Shikamaru and Hinata. Kind eyes with a lazy look.
"There's your brother, kids."
Mitsuo rolled his eyes with a smile. "We know, tou-san."
Naruto took the time to watch his charmed child carefully. How he'd made it so far with his training.
Shikadai smirked and moved first. Slowly, but diligently, he moved first.
Boruto, on the other hand, was a lot like Sasuke and Naruto. He moved around easily, not worrying or breaking a sweat.
It was why he led his team, Sarada and Mitsuki, so well.
It was why he and Naruto were nearly clones of one another.
Further into the match, Naruto leaned forward more. He wasn't sure if he were crazy, but the blond was sure Boruto had just executed five rasengans in the last ten minutes.
And it was Mitsuo who had chakra at the level of Naruto's and Kaguya's, not Boruto. So how the hell did he keep doing it.
He looked around and sighed. Hinata had gone to the bathroom and the only one around with the byakugan was Himawari, the woman's second child.
"Hima-hime. Can you come here for a second?"
The child stood and ran over. "Yes, Naruto-jisan?"
"Can you use your special eyes to look at Boruto for me?"
The child nodded and stared at her brother and Boruto as they fought, her byakugan checking everything.
"What do you see?"
Himawari looked toward. "Kote with chakra in it."
Naruto grimaced. It was just as he suspected. Kote was a ninja science tool used to seal very hard techniques within. It was an easy way to win a battle. The man growled as he stared directly at his eldest son. He'd kill Katasuke when he saw him.
"Oi! Tou-san, you're glowing. Are you okay?"
The man ignored Atsushi as he stood and jumped high into the air. When he landed in the midst of the ring, the arena grew silent.
Shikadai and Boruto moved back from one another and stood straighter. It did not stop them from staring at Naruto's bright skin, as Kurama linked to him.
"What's going on?" Chomei wondered aloud.
"Get over here." The man growled, pointing harshly to the space before him. Staring hard into Boruto's eyes.
Boruto faltered at the tone, but stepped forward slowly.
"Boruto Namikaze, you have cheated in these exams and therefore are disqualified. Shikadai Nara is the winner of this match."
Shikadai did not cheer at all. He kept his head down in shame as well. For his best friend and what kind of wrath the boy would face from his father soon.
Naruto grabbed hold of his son's arm, feeling the kote underneath it. "Come on, now. We're going home and your going to tell me what's wrong. I worked hard when I-"
To his own shock, Boruto tore away from him at those words, so harshly that the Kote tore and smashe the ground.
Boruto glared back. "Don't tell me about you fake life."
"What are you talking about, Aruheito?"
"Don't call that. I'm not sweetie anymore. You're never around. You're always there, but not really. You don't do anything, but freeze any time your past comes up. If I knew you, I'd like you more. But all you do is sit there. You don't tell us what happened. That's why this is your fault. You want us to be like you, but we don't know you."
Gaara, as the proctor, walked forward, trying to dwindle down whatever argument was brewing. "Hey, you two-"
Naruto sighed. "My past is the past for a reason. I didn't know it hurt so much for you to know about my past. I'm sorr-"
"Of course you don't know! All you do is stare at a wall when you talk about it. Why? Why are do you act so dramatic when all you did was kill a brother?"
Naruto stepped back. It was so much more than that. But he would never understand. His limbs tingle and his brain raced in the most unhelpful way. After all the years of preparation, reality is still alien.
Back in his mind, Naruto knew the vacant place so well that he never thought about his surroundings. But here, his mind kept handing him factoids about the dangers he saw, heard and anticipated.
"I…"
Naruto faltered. He had grown so used to what had happened in his life that he could now predict it. He smelled it before it arrived. "No." He whispered.
"Gravitational Defiance!"
The man flew into the air and mustered up all his chakra.
The barrier that formed over the whole village was green in color. It shielded everyone but Naruto. When Boruto stared up at the man in confusion, he only gave a smile.
"It'll be alright. I promise."
Out on the rolling skyline, fifty miles away, a lance like ray of blue-white light shot up into the gathering dusk-a clump of five rays, really, from five deep shafts in an irregular pentagon half a mile across, blended into one by the distance. An instant later, there was a blinding flash, like sheet-lightning, and a huge ball of varicolored fire belched upward, leaving a series of smoke-rings to float more slowly after it. That fireball flattened, then spread to form the mushroom-head of a column of incandescent gas that mounted to overtake it.
Everyone screamed as the world shook. Both frightened and astounded at once. The world had gone into upheaval, but that was all. No one inside that barrier was dying and nothing was being destroyed.
"Naruto!"
Boruto looked up, trying to find his father beyond the smoke, but the man appeared nowhere.
"Naruto!"
It was oddly his calm mother screaming that name. When he looked back, his younger brothers were crying and A large purple susanoo stood in the air, punching and stabbing the barrier.
"Open this barrier now."
And open it did. There was tranquil silence as it opened and everyone looked toward the dark sky. They were safe, but their beloved hokage was nowhere in sight.
Boruto looked at the dizzy people, feeling his own eyes closing as well. "Tou-san." He murmured.
Clattering could be heard in the sky. Someone pointed. "Look!"
All eyes drifted upward, watching Naruto come down, his fist in a monster's stomach. They were moving fast and by his father's light, everyone knew it would be a hard landing.
Boruto gasped and stepped back. Still staring until he finally began to run away from the powerful beings above him.
There was another gust of danger, but this time softer. Faintly enough, he knew his something had happened to his father. If his mother's shrilling and desperate scream was anything to go by.
But what shocked Boruto was the pang in his heart when he knew. He loved his father. More than anything.
He awoke briefly to someone wiping his face and a harsh argument.
The voice that spoke first was raspy and old. "He distracted Naruto, making the hokage cast judgement that was valuable, Namikaze-san. Lord seventh knew he could have protected himself too. But, now he's gone because of Boruto. That boy knew this would happen in his mind. If you can call whatever's in his head a mind, that is."
Then a harsher voice. The voice his mother used when offended. "I can't hear a word against him. I'll chastise him, you leave him alone."
"You don't have to take up for the boy. You know he's almost grown."
"I don't care what he is. Grown up means nothing to a child bearer. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that supposed to mean? In my heart, it means nothing."
"You can't protect this unruly child forever. What's going to happen when you're gon-"
"I'll protect him when I'm alive and I'll protect him when I'm not."
Boruto groaned, feigning his arrival. "Kaa-san." He spoke. His voice came out hoarse as well.
Boruto opened his eyes, finding everyone comforting one another and an old man near Sasuke. This was the man his mother really despised. All Boruto knew about him was that he was a former elder and her wronged Naruto in his life.
He tried sitting up, but Sasuke pushed him down as the man walked away. "You're head going to hurt. Stay down."
The other boys kneeled near there brother. Akiyama shook Boruto. "Brother, are you okay? Did you hear? Tou-san saved us and go pushed into another dimension, so kaa-san is going to save him. Tou-san was all like 'don't think you can do whatever you want' and the bad man was yelping 'no! No!'
But tousan pushed him into the ground and they vanished. Right, mommy?"
Sasuke stared at a smudge of dirt on the boy's face. "Mhm." he mumbled. Licking his single thumb, the man wiped the dirt from his son's face, gaining an 'eww, kaa-san!" in response.
Sasuke sniffed and wiped his face.
"What's wrong, mom?" Boruto questioned, sitting up with concern.
Sasuke shook his head. "Nothing. Silly mommy doesn't know when to stop falling in love."
The children grew quiet, knowing good and well their mother really wanted to retrieve their father quickly. "You six know that I love him. I'm in love with him.
He never leaves my mind, he's always there; mentally if not physically. It's just incomprehensible. He's my one stable force, my one stability in a world filled with chaos and I so desperately need that in my life. I love him so much for that. And because of that love, I got you all. My tiny loves.
It's strange to love him now. Because, I thought the feelings would calm down. But, al this time, they never quiet down. It stretches throughout my whole body. It's overwhelming, yet makes me feel complete. It has no bound nor length nor depth; it's just absolute. It feels as though I'm in a dangerous fire, yet I'm completely safe at the same time. It always feels as though someone's given me peace. It feels as though my heart is dancing around my chest; and a hole, I was never aware was there, had been filled. I feel so light, like I'm on top of the world yet my heart is constricting and it feels as if there's no oxygen in my lungs.
It's strange – frightening even – how you can go from someone being a complete stranger, to then being completely infatuated by them and wondering how it ever was that you were able to live without them. Because I sure as hell can't imagine being without him now. I know we're only young, and most people would consider me to be foolish and naïve, but it's true when I say that I love him more than I could ever love myself. He's my best friend and, as cheesy as it sounds, he's my anchor. My one stability in this world filled with chaos."
When Sasuke finished his small speech, he wiped his eyes. "That's why I'm going to get him and you six need to stay here and watch the village with Gima."
Gima, Kakashi and Gai's daughter, was already a chunin and an exceptional leader. When they looked toward the pretty thick browed girl, Menma blushed deeply. "Why Gima? Why not any of the kage?"
"They're coming with me. Now did you all hear what I said."
"Hai." they all mumbled.
"Good. Now give me hugs before I go." He smiled as they all tackled him.
Neko's rinnegan was able to teleport Sasuke and the other kage to Naruto. Now the five walked diligently around the vast dimension, hoping to find the blond.
"I can sense his chakra too." Darui commented.
Sasuke held his hand up, ceasing everyone. "Do you all smell that?" he asked.
The man sniffed the air harshly and growled.
"Boruto, what are you doing in here? I told you to stay behind and help keep the village happy."
The boy had been faded from existence, but after Sasuke call him out, he reappeared physically. "I wanted to help."
Temari smirked. "No use in sending the brat back now."
"Come here." Borut ran to Sasuke and moved under the man's cloak. "You don't leave from here, you understand?"
"Yes, kaa-san."
Temari pointed. "There they are."
Heads turned, finding Naruto fighting diligently against one of the enemy ninja. The four kage sprang into action, noticing that this enemy was stronger than he seemed.
"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough."
When Naruto realized that his comrades had come, he knew Sasuke had to be around somewhere.
And just as his blue eyes met obsidian ones, the blond moved back and flew toward them. He tackled both.
"What are you two doing here? Are you both okay? Is the village doing alright?"
"Dobe. Calm down. We have to get back before talking."
Naruto glanced at Boruto. And grabbed him, pulling him. "Thank Chi, you're safe and alright. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, Bor. And I didn't mean to hurt you."
Boruto blinked his tears away. "It's not you. I wanted to stories about you."
"I can tell you that my past has been very traumatizing for me and I hope you understand that it's hard for me to talk about it."
"I know, tou-san."
Later that night, when the world had gone back to normal, Boruto lay in his room, ready to sleep.
His father's laughter was loud and booming downstairs as he spoke with Darui, Shikamaru, Kiba, and Gaara.
Closing his eyes, he attempted to get well sleep.
There was a lightning shatter and a creak and the boy jumped up, running down the stairs instead of into his mother's room.
He flattered when he heard the voice of his uncle, Gaara, however. "My nephew's a crazy child isn't he? Just like you when you were younger."
The other man laughed and agreed as Naruto walked them to the door.
Naruto laughed too. "Don't worry about him. He's a charmed child. From the very beginning."
"Really?" Darui questioned.
"Yup. Nothing bad can happen to the kid. Look at it this way. Besides Gaara, all of my blood people dead or gone or dead and gone. Not him. Not my Boruto. Even when me and Momoshiki crashed near him, Boruto should have been heavily wounded. But no, the crash bit everything but him."
"Huh." Gaara laughed softly. "Never thought about it that way."
Naruto smiled proudly. "See? Between the hell of my kids living and the fear of them dying, there's never a dull moment. A man can be nothing but a man. But a son, now that's somebody. It makes sense because in our lives, we saw people get moved around like checkers. And what shocked me the most was that life didn't stop playing checkers just because the pieces included my the people I knew, let alone loved, got killed or ran off.
Boruto is still with me, though. 13 years. For me that's a life time. Given to me no doubt to make up for hearing that Pervy sage was dead and I never said goodbye. To make up for killing my brother to avenge my clan. To make up for finding out that I would die at the age of 26. To make up for nearly being murdered in that camp when I was nine. To make up for being molested, hated, and losing my eyesight. After all of that, it was hard to love anyone other than Gaara and Sasuke. Chi had to take who she could. And she did, and she did, and she did, and then she gave me Boruto, who gave me hope when it didn't mean a thing."
Boruto's eyes filled with tears as Naruto solemnly bid farewell to his friends and brother. When they were gone, the boy waited ten seconds. When the next lightning cracked the sky, the boy ran out.
"Dad!"
He clung hopelessly to Naruto's leg, shocking the man. "Boruto. What's wrong?"
"The lightning is scaring me."
Naruto laughed, his eyes closed. "Oh, that's just Chi. Must be a bad day."
Boruto wondered briefly, how his father always spoke so casually about their God. As if he knew the powerful being on a personal level. Maybe that was another tale.
He shuddered at another bolt of lightning.
"Hey, hey. You're alright. Come on."
He lifted the thirteen year old onto his back and walked up the steps quietly. Laying his son down, he shook his head.
"You're getting too old for this, you know?" But he was softly smiling, trying to hide it. Sitting on the bed, he ruffled Boruto's hair. "There is nothing in this world you need to fear, okay? I'm here for a reason."
Boruto realized who his father really was now. He'd read it in his uncle Pein's book for the wretched of the earth. It was a quote from the God Chi as she described herself and the children of the world.
"Where do any of us come from in this cold world? Whether you admitted it or not, we come from you. We come from you. From the same soil, the slugs and slime and bogs and twigs and roots. We come from the world that plucks its people out like weeds and flings them into the roadside. We grow in ditches and sloughs, untended and spindly. We erupt in the valleys and mountainsides, in small towns and back alleys, sprouting upside-down on the prairies, our hair wild as spiders' legs, our feet rooted nowhere. We grow where we are not seen, we flourish where we are not heard, the thick undergrowth of an unlikely planting. Where do we come from,child? We come from cemeteries full of skeletons with wild roses in their grinning teeth. We come from our untold tales that wait for their telling. We come from the world, this land that is like every land, filled with the wise, the fearful, the compassionate, the corrupt."
Boruto nodded with a smile. "Okay, father."
He saw now. He knew that Chi took the strength of a mountain, the majesty of a tree, the warmth of the sun, the calm sea, and the wisdom of the world. Chi took those things and when there was nothing more to add, she knew her work was done. They would call him Naruto.
And that's that. I know there are billions of questions. Like where are the rest of the new generation kids? How old are Naruto's six sons? Why not girls? Why only two chapters left? How will this end?
Well let's answer the first.
Shikamaru and Hinata married: Shikadai and Himawari.
Sakura and Karin: Sarada Uzumaki. Hehe. For you, Silk. Yes that makes Sakura part of the Uzumaki clan.
Ino and Sai: Inojin.
Chouji and Karui: Chou Chou
Orochimaru was not allowed in the village with Mitsuki.
Boruto (13), Menma (10), Mitsuo (9), Samaru (8), Akiyama (5), Atsushi (5). I wanted Naruto to keep in his mind the way his old family was set up. This has more effect on his trauma because with all boys, he is constantly hoping that the Namikaze massacre does not happen again.
There are only two chapters left because I feel that this story is going exactly where planned. Let's end this on a high note people.
And finally, I cannot tell you much about the ending. It will be sad, but not that heartbreaking 'why the hell did you end it like this' sad. It'll be a more content sad. The ending type sad where you feel that it was so appropriate for the story. Just you guys wait. You'll love it. I promise. Please review. I only got two reviews for the last chapter. Which is not awesome.