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Boruto's feelings at this moment can only be described as turbulent.
Time travel, the hunt for Urashiki Otsutsuki, an unexpected rescue of a movie star from this era, and then...
Did he run right into his dad from his teenage years?
Even a scriptwriter wouldn't dare write something like this!
Looking at the face in front of me, so much younger than I remembered, yet so familiar.
That signature silliness and impulsiveness almost overflowed.
Boruto almost blurted out that name without thinking.
"Huh? No, old..."
Boruto forced the word "Dad" to stay in his throat.
It's over, it's over, it's over!
If he were to shout this out, wouldn't the spacetime paradox simply erase him?
Naruto didn't notice the other person's ghostly expression and the strange words he almost shouted.
His attention was entirely focused on the other person's face, which resembled his own, and the fact that the other person had injured a staff member.
Anger and the frustration of being impersonated instantly overwhelmed the slight shock.
"Take the move!"
Without a word, Naruto pushed off the ground with both feet and charged forward like a tiger pouncing on its prey.
With his right fist clenched, he generated a powerful gust of wind and aimed straight at Boruto's face.
"No! Wait a minute!"
Boruto was terrified, frantically dodging and shouting, "I'm not the enemy! Don't hit me, Dad... Ugh! No! Don't hit me!"
Chapter 130 Could that kid be Naruto's son?
Naruto's powerful punch grazed Boruto's nose, the wind from the punch making his cheek sting.
Boruto rolled away awkwardly to create some distance, patting his chest in shock: "Phew...that was close! Your greeting was way too enthusiastic!"
"Not an enemy?"
Naruto halted his attack but maintained his fighting stance.
His eyes, sharp as knives, were fixed on Boruto: "Then why did you injure those people?"
He pointed in the direction they came from.
"those people?"
Boruto was taken aback, then realized what he meant: "Oh! You mean those guys who were chasing this girl?"
He pointed to the ferns behind him: "I saw them chasing a girl like madmen, shouting and yelling, of course I couldn't just stand by and do nothing! Who knew they were filming a movie? Their costumes look just like those of real villains!"
He spread his hands innocently, but inwardly he was furious: Was Dad this reckless when he was young? He started fighting without even asking what was going on?
Naruto looked in the direction Boruto was pointing, and saw that behind the huge fern plant, there was no trace of Fujikaze.
Clearly, while the two were confronting each other, the willful actress had already seized the opportunity to slip away!
"Oh no! The client has run away!"
Naruto slapped his thigh in frustration, no longer caring about the suspicious imposter in front of him, and turned to chase after Boruto.
"Hey! Wait a minute!"
Boruto was getting anxious. It's one thing if your mission objective runs away, but what if my mission objective is lost?
He instinctively chased after it, shouting as he ran, "Don't run so fast! Wait for me! Let me explain!"
The two chased each other along the secluded forest path.
Naruto was incredibly fast, focused solely on catching the fleeing Fuyuki.
Boruto, however, kept up the chase, trying to explain the chaotic situation as he ran.
In the midst of this chaotic chase, deep within Naruto's spiritual world...
Inside the sealed space that had transformed into a giant Japanese-style room, Naruto's three "fathers" were clearly "seeing" everything happening in the outside world through Naruto's senses.
Minato broke the silence first: "Have you noticed?"
His gentle voice carried a hint of barely perceptible seriousness: "That boy outside... looks just like Naruto."
As a father, he was very familiar with his son's appearance; the similarity was beyond coincidence.
"Hmph, it's not like it."
Madara Uchiha, casually sitting on the Nine-Tails' head, raised his head, and his crimson Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan seemed to pierce through the barriers of space.
He sharply examined the blond boy running outside: "They're practically identical. Except for the clothes, their temperament is a bit frivolous. They're almost a miniature version of Naruto."
His tone was firm.
"Not only that,"
The Nine-Tails' enormous head rested on its crossed forelimbs, its golden vertical pupils slightly narrowed, gleaming with insightful light: "My perception is clearer. This brat's chakra... is very special. Although its level is still weak, its core essence is still the powerful life force unique to the Uzumaki clan. In addition, there is a trace of... a very faint other aura. However, in any case, it is almost from the same source as Naruto! The similarity is extremely high."
As a tailed beast, its perception of chakra far surpasses that of humans.
Minato's expression grew more serious. He crossed his arms and fell into deep thought: "I've heard that... Danzo and his 'Root' organization secretly conducted forbidden experiments on human cloning and Sharingan transplantation a long time ago."
"Could it be that……"
He looked up at Madara and Kurama, his eyes filled with inquiry and worry: "Is this boy a clone created by Danzo using Naruto's cells? Is his purpose to seize Kurama's power?"
As a former Hokage, he was well aware of Danzo's shady methods.
However, at the time he could not find any evidence against Danzo, and Danzo still enjoyed considerable prestige among the higher-ups.
Therefore, Minato had no way to deal with Danzo at that time.
Kurama let out a disdainful sneer, his massive head swaying slightly, causing the chains to rattle: "Fourth Hokage, you certainly have a vivid imagination. But what about that old schemer Danzo?"
It grinned, revealing sharp fangs, its tone full of sarcasm: "Several years ago, Old Spotted Head personally sent him to settle in the Pure Land. Now the grass on his grave is probably two meters high! Cloning? What will he use? Ashes?"
Nine-Tails' words were both sharp and vivid.
Minato choked for a moment, then gave a helpless, bitter smile.
Indeed, Danzo had already been executed, so this clue seemed illogical.
He rubbed his temples in frustration: "But... besides this, I really can't think of any other reason to explain this high degree of similarity in appearance and chakra. It couldn't have just fallen from the sky, could it?"
A brief silence fell over the sealed space.
Minato's reasoning was refuted, and Kurama's taunts still echoed in the air.
Meanwhile, the chase outside continued fiercely, with the faint sounds of Naruto and Boruto chasing each other drifting over.
Just then, Madara Uchiha, who had been silently observing, slightly turned his crimson Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan.
He stared at the blond boy outside who was nimbly dodging Naruto's capture among the trees, whose movements bore some resemblance to Naruto's but seemed even more refined.
An extremely bold, even absurd, idea cleaved through his dormant thoughts like lightning.
He spoke slowly and clearly, his deep voice echoing strangely in the empty sealed space, posing a startling question:
“Hey, you two, take a closer look at that kid’s habits and the way he looks at Naruto… a mixture of anxiety and helplessness.”
Ban paused, the magatama in the Eternal Kaleidoscope seemed to spin even faster, and he threw out that thunderous conjecture:
"Do you think it's possible... that this kid is actually Naruto's son?"
Absolute silence instantly enveloped the entire sealed space.
Minato's wry smile and thoughtful expression froze instantly, his mouth slightly agape as if he had heard the most unbelievable joke in the world.
He turned his head and looked at Ban, his eyes filled with astonishment, as if asking, "Are you serious?"
Nine-Tails' enormous, mocking face froze, its golden vertical pupils widening in shock.
His mouth remained open, but he couldn't make a sound, as if he was choked by this absurd conjecture.
After a few seconds of suffocating silence.
"Pfft—Hahahahahaha!"
The Nine-Tailed Fox suddenly raised its enormous head and burst into a deafening roar of laughter. The entire sealed space seemed to tremble with its laughter, and violent ripples spread across the water's surface.
"Old man! Hahahaha! Did you get your head caught in a door? Huh?"
It laughed so hard it almost fell over, the chains rattling: "How old is Naruto? He's not even fully grown yet! Son? Hahahaha! This is the lameest joke I've ever heard in hundreds of years! Hahahaha!"
Minato also recovered from his initial shock, shaking his head repeatedly with a wry smile, his tone full of helplessness: "Madara-san, this joke... is really not funny."
He pointed to Naruto, who was still being pursued by outsiders, and said, "Naruto has only recently become a Chunin and is still a child at heart. Son? This... this is absurd, the timing doesn't make any sense."
Minato felt that Madara, this ancient relic who had lived for so long, probably really did have a way of thinking that was a bit different from ordinary people.
Madara merely snorted in response to their reactions, his crimson Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan still locked onto the blond boy outside.
He didn't argue anymore, but his determined look seemed to say: Just you wait and see.
Chapter 131 Naruto VS Boruto
While Kurama was mocking Madara, the chase outside had already reached a fever pitch.
Naruto couldn't catch up with Fuukae for a long time.
Unable to shake off the chattering, suspicious person who looked just like him, his patience finally ran out.
What infuriated him even more was that the kid was surprisingly agile. Several times, he almost got his clothes grabbed, but luckily he was quick enough to shake him off easily.
"Hey! Imposter! What do you want? If you keep causing trouble, I won't be so polite!"
Naruto abruptly stopped, turned around, and roared at Boruto, who was close behind, his blue eyes blazing with anger.
Boruto was also exhausted, panting as he leaned on his knees: "I...I already said I'm not a bad person! Nor am I an imposter! My name is Boruto! I came here to..."
He abruptly stopped speaking, almost blurting out "Catch Otsutsuki Urashiki," and quickly changed his tune: "...Uh, I'm here to help! Yes! To help!"
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