Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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Shi Luo's body was being frantically torn apart and disintegrated within this spiral of death!

It attempted to mobilize the body's chakra to resist.

But that spiraling power contains a peculiar rhythm and law that can easily dismantle its energy structure!

Its incredibly sturdy body crumbled inch by inch like a sandcastle!

Before everyone's shocked eyes, the spiral beam of light pierced through the heavens and earth.

Holding the nearly torn-to-toe Shiro hostage, he crashed like a falling star onto a mountain several kilometers away!

Rumble, rumble—! ! !

The moment they made contact, the entire mountain seemed to be thrown into an invisible mixer!

The mountain was completely disintegrated and pulverized from the inside by that terrifying spiraling force!

It wasn't an explosion, but utter annihilation and tearing apart!

In just one or two seconds, the massive mountain transformed into a giant storm vortex that shot into the sky, with a diameter of over several hundred meters!

Countless pebbles, dust, and even fragments of Shi Luo's remaining body were swept into this spiral of death, further ground up, and turned into dust!

The storm vortex shot straight into the sky, churning the atmosphere and emitting a roar that sounded like the mournful cry of heaven and earth!

As the light gradually faded, Boruto remained in his attack stance, kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat.

He looked up at the distant, gradually calming storm vortex that had replaced the mountain peaks.

His eyes were filled with exhaustion, and a hint of... relief.

Ban struggled to sit up from the ruins, looking at the earth-shattering attack. Even he had a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

The power of this move... has already touched upon the level of certain rules.

Shi Luo... was he just killed like that?

Chapter 397 According to seniority, you have to call me grandpa!

Boruto remained kneeling, his chest heaving violently, sweat dripping from his chin onto the scorched ground.

He looked up, staring intently at the distant, gradually calming yet still terrifying vortex of the storm, where a mountain peak had once stood.

"Did it...did it succeed...?"

His voice carried an unmistakable weariness and a hint of uncertainty.

Although "Rasengan: Uzuhiko" is currently his strongest and most destructive technique.

But the shadow cast by Shi Luo was too heavy.

He was confident he could fight and even win against the other Tree People, but when facing the Ten Luos, he saw only two possible futures:

Death, or a desperate escape.

Today, taking advantage of the opportunity created by another father, he unleashed his fully charged power, landing a solid blow on his opponent.

This was the best-case scenario he could imagine, but he still had no idea what the outcome would be.

Just then, the communication toad clipped to the inside of his collar vibrated.

The voice of Master Guoxin, always calm but now tinged with urgency, rang out:

"Boruto, Jura is not dead."

"what?!"

Boruto jumped to his feet, his face filled with disbelief: "How is this possible?! Uzuhiko clearly..."

He witnessed firsthand how Shiro's body was torn apart and disintegrated in the Death Spiral!

Koshin Koji's voice came clearly, shattering his last bit of hope: "'Uzuhiko' did indeed completely shatter his body; its power is beyond doubt."

"However, in the instant before he was completely annihilated by that power, he made a decision—he severed his connection with his body."

"To be precise, he cut off his own head and used some kind of spatial means to teleport away."

"What you, Uzuhiko, destroyed was merely the shell he had discarded."

"Cut off...your own head...?"

Naruto, who had just regained control of his body, was grimacing in pain, feeling as if all the bones in his body were falling apart.

Upon hearing this explanation, he gasped, his face filled with astonishment: "What a... absolute monster!"

This kind of ruthlessness towards the enemy and even more ruthlessness towards oneself is beyond common sense.

After confirming that Shi Luo had indeed escaped and would not pose a threat in the short term.

Boruto suppressed his feelings of frustration and anxiety.

"Shi Luo has escaped. It's not safe here. Let's go back to the temporary base..."

As Boruto spoke, he prepared to sense the coordinates of the Flying Thunder God Technique that he had left behind.

"Wait, Boruto."

Naruto called out to him, and he endured the excruciating pain, straightened up, and looked at Boruto intently.

"Huh?" Boruto turned his head in confusion.

Naruto took a deep breath, even though the movement aggravated his wounds and made him sweat.

But he still managed to flash his signature warm, sunny smile, albeit a somewhat distorted one: "Come back to the village with me, Boruto."

These words were like a needle, gently piercing the strong shell that Boruto was trying so hard to maintain.

His eyes dimmed, he turned his head away, and his voice lowered, filled with an indescribable bitterness: "I... can't go back, Dad."

"In everyone's perception, I am now Boruto, the rogue ninja who killed the Seventh Hokage."

"Konoha... has no place for me anymore."

How could he not want to go back?

He misses the time he spent on missions with Sarada and Mitsuki, he misses every blade of grass and every tree in Konoha... but he can't.

He could only guard that place in the darkness, like a shadow.

Naruto couldn't help but curse, then hissed in pain as the wound was aggravated.

But he still pointed to his chest, his smile still bright: "Look, the Seventh Hokage—isn't he standing right here, perfectly fine?!"

Boruto suddenly froze and looked at Naruto.

Naruto's smile faded, and his eyes became incredibly sincere and resolute: "Although I am not the Seventh Hokage of your world, my very existence is the best proof!"

"That woman named Ada used some kind of 'omnipotent' spell, which distorted everyone's understanding, right?"

"It's alright! I'll explain it myself! I, the living, breathing 'Naruto Uzumaki' from another world, will tell everyone the truth!"

"Is there any stronger evidence than this?"

He looked at Boruto's slightly trembling shoulders, his voice softening, carrying an undeniable gentleness: "So, come home with me, Boruto. There's no need to carry everything alone."

"Dad..."

Boruto choked up, and tears, which he could no longer hold back, streamed down his cheeks.

How long has it been... He couldn't remember how long it had been.

Once again, he heard his father standing beside him with such concern and determination, saying that he was going to take him home.

Three years of escape, three years of stigma, three years of loneliness... At this moment, it seems that an outlet has been found.

Naruto felt a pang of sorrow as he looked at his son's tears.

He tried to change the subject in a lighthearted tone: "By the way! Speaking of which, the last time you came to my era, it was all so rushed that I didn't even have a chance to let you meet them properly."

Boruto wiped away his tears, somewhat bewildered: "...See whom?"

Naruto didn't answer, but smiled and once again extended the fist that represented bonds and inheritance.

Seeing this familiar gesture, Boruto felt a momentary daze, as if he had returned to the Hokage Rock under the setting sun, to the moment when he and his father bumped fists and reconciled.

A nostalgic and warm smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

He raised his fist as well, and gently but solemnly touched it to Naruto's fist.

The moment their fists touched, Boruto's consciousness was drawn by a warm force, and the scene before him changed.

The next moment, he found himself in a strange and vast space.

Above the vast expanse of water, several figures that were both familiar and unfamiliar to him floated.

Before he could get a good look, a beautiful woman with long, fiery red hair excitedly rushed towards him.

She hugged him tightly, her voice choked with emotion and boundless joy:

"Boruto! My beloved grandson! I've finally met you!"

Boruto stared blankly at the vibrant woman before him, feeling her heartfelt affection.

A title involuntarily slipped out: "Your...grandmother...?"

Beside him, Minato, with a gentle and refined smile, said softly, "Boruto, this should be our first formal meeting. I am your grandfather, Minato Namikaze."

"grandfather……"

Boruto looked at his grandfather, whom he had only seen in photos and history books and who was known as the "Golden Flash," and felt a strange sense of familiarity welling up inside him.

"Hey! Brat!"

A gruff voice rang out.

Boruto turned his head and saw the giant orange fox pointing at him with one paw.

With an almost wicked grin on his face, he said, "I don't know what you call me in this era, but now, according to seniority, you should call me Grandpa!"

Looking at the familiar Kurama, Boruto's eyes also welled up with emotion, and he softly called out, "Nine-Tails..."

He looked around at the bustling space of consciousness and couldn't help but exclaim, "I never imagined that your body, Dad, would be even more lively than yours in this era."

Naruto proudly put his arm around Boruto's shoulder.

Then he pointed to Madara Uchiha, who was lazily sitting on Kurama's head with his eyes closed: "Oh right! And this one! By seniority, he's also your godfather!"