This Naruto is a player

until,

bang~~~

The Rasengan finally crashed straight into a tree.

The burst of chakra left a deep mark on the tree trunk, but due to insufficient power, it completely dissipated.

"Not bad! It incorporates a bit of lightning-attribute chakra."

Naruto praised him generously.

“However,” he said, extending his right hand and also forming a Rasengan, “this is what a perfect Lightning Release Rasengan looks like.”

"Buzz~~~!!!"

A larger, more violently spinning blue ball appeared in Naruto's palm.

With the influx of Lightning Release chakra, the originally clear danjutsu simply vanished into thin air.

"What is this?" Boruto asked in surprise.

This young dad looks to be about the same age as me, yet he knows how to use this trick?

"Alright!"

Naruto simply threw it out of thin air!

Boruto could see nothing at all, but through a vague sense, he looked toward a certain area.

Buzz!

Boom!

With a series of crackling sounds, a huge spherical space suddenly appeared out of thin air, covering the ground in that area.

Inside the space, the trees and land had long been charred black by lightning.

"Is this the true power of the Lightning Release: Rasengan?" Boruto was speechless as he watched all this.

wrong!

This is the power of my Rasengan.

Naruto wanted to explain, but then thought better of it.

"As you can see, next I will teach you 55 ways to make the Rasengan!"

Nani?

Boruto was shocked, "55 kinds?"

“That’s right.” Naruto smiled mysteriously.

If he doesn't learn it here, will he go back and learn 55 different ways to make the Rasengan from his father?

Ahem, Naruto, I hope you really do.

"Watch closely~, I'll demonstrate the first one, Wind Release: Rasengan!"

Time passed by as Boruto diligently studied and practiced.

Leaf Village, evening.

Naruto's new home.

Boruto was left alone to cultivate and gain insights, while Naruto went home early to prepare ingredients for tonight's big meal.

Today, he will use his culinary skills as the God of Cookery to cook for himself!

We'll show everyone what it means to be so delicious you'll eat your fingers!

A short while later, Boruto returned after his arduous training.

He was first shocked by the luxury of the villa, and then asked Naruto why he wanted to move to a different place in the future.

Naruto had no idea.

A little while later, all the friends arrived.

"What?! I've already become an uncle?"

Upon hearing that Boruto was Naruto's nephew and called him uncle, Choji looked extremely reluctant.

I, Choji, am still young! I'm not married yet!

Boruto, on the other hand, was secretly laughing.

Look at Shikamaru, and then think of Shikadai. Their hairstyles and outfits are exactly the same. Uncle Shikamaru looks exactly like Shikadai.

And Choji

"We're here!"

A sound suddenly came from outside the door, and Boruto went to help open it.

He also wants to see more of this era, and all the young uncles and aunts!

However, upon opening the door, the unfamiliar yet familiar figure made him freeze in his tracks.

"Mother?"

Chapter 191 Mom has too many competitors! (13)

"Mother?"

Hinata repeated it softly in confusion, then turned around to look behind her, but saw no one.

Could it be calling me?

"that."

Boruto then realized he had spoken too quickly, and he scratched his head in embarrassment, "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

"is it?"

Hinata gave him a beautiful eye roll. His appearance, this familiar yet unfamiliar feeling, made her, someone who would be nervous in front of strangers, feel no nervousness at all.

It's amazing.

"You look just like Naruto!"

This was the first time she had ever taken the initiative to talk to a stranger.

"Huh? That's not true!" Boruto quickly waved his hand in denial.

Neji glanced at the 'bold' Hinata, then at the stranger, and said, "Lady Hinata, let's go in."

"Mm." Hinata nodded gently.

Boruto then noticed the man next to his mother.

Is this my uncle?

Boruto remembered seeing it in the photo.

"Hinata~~~"

Outside, a voice was rapidly approaching.

Boruto looked over and saw Ino with a big smile on her face.

Looking at Ino, who is about the same age as him, Boruto couldn't help but sigh, "Aunt Ino doesn't seem to have changed at all."

"Hurry up and go in!"

After Ino arrived, she eagerly pushed Hinata through the door.

Then, Boruto heard it.

"Ah~~~ Naludo~!" A soprano voice rang out.

Boruto just watched as Ino jumped up happily and hung on Naruto's back, laughing and giggling.

Ino was as excited as a happy little sparrow.

Naruto, dressed as a chef, held a spoon in his left hand and a pot in his right, completely defenseless.

Boruto stared in disbelief: Is this true?

So, when she was little, Aunt Ino actually liked her father? Where is Uncle Sai?

Boruto searched the entire living room but couldn't find it. Finally, he turned around and looked anxiously at his mother.

His eyes urged, "Mom, come look at Dad!"

You'd better do something!

As a result, Boruto only saw Hinata sitting motionless on the sofa, her eyes fixed intently on the other side, her gaze filled with envy.

If she could, she would want to do that too.

But she didn't have that kind of courage!

Seeing that his mother remained unmoved, Boruto felt he had to do something.

He strode over aggressively and personally pulled Ino down.

"Hey, Aunt Ino, I need your help with something."

"Aunt Ino?"

Ino, who was initially a little unhappy about being pulled off the mask, had her attention diverted by the nickname that made her look twenty years older in an instant.

"Yes, please come with me. There's something I need your help with."

"That's right, Ino, go and help Boruto." Naruto breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Boruto coming over.

Ino was then pulled away by Boruto.

Boruto casually found something to do to get Aunt Ino out of the way, and when he returned to the living room, he found two familiar yet unfamiliar people.

One is Aunt Sakura with cherry blossom-colored hair, who hasn't changed at all compared to the future.

wrong.

Boruto noticed that the diamond-shaped mark on Sakura's head had turned into a circle.