"Do you feel my presence? Son of Man......"

"Now that you've defeated the gods, you can't continue to live as a mortal......

"Savor your fate, son of men, and don't stop......

Boruto lay on the lawn, looking through the light, looking at the black prismatic mark on the palm of his hand, the words that Otsuki Momo said to himself before he died, came to mind.

"Am I going to end up in the big barrel peach style?" He asked, tilting his head.

Kawaki sat beside him, hearing his question, and nodded slightly.

"From what I've learned in the shell organization, when the wedge is completely 'thawed', our bodies, and even our memories, will not belong to us."

"In its place, a large barrel of wood that has planted wedges on us."

"You two little ones don't take care of their injuries, what are you muttering here?" Naruto walked over to the two of them and sat down.

"Daddy, do you have a good meal?" Boruto sat up straight with his hands on the ground.

"Very good."

"I've always thought my mother's skills are better than those of a restaurant chef." Boruto scratched his head and smiled.

"Can you tell me what you were talking about?" Naruto held his head in his hands and lay on the lawn, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds above.

The breeze was blowing, the leaves were waving, the light was flickering between the cracks, and a long-lost sense of relaxation came to his heart.

"Daddy, I might turn into a big barrel." Boruto's tone was a little lonely.

"Hasn't it changed?" Naruto Yuguang paid attention to his expression, "As long as it's not a foregone conclusion, anything is possible."

"When the big barrel peach is alive, it can be killed by you, how much wind and waves can a dead person stir up."

"Kawaki, you're right?"

Kawaki was stunned for a moment, he was surprised that the other party would talk to him, he glanced at his left hand and nodded heavily.

"Yes."

In the small talk of a match, time passes little by little.

……

Konoha Library.

In the shadows, a figure in a black robe and a mask suddenly rushed out, and with a simple blow, the Konoha ninja on duty was stunned to the ground.

Sand~

Dragging the unconscious ninja into a corner and hiding, the black-robed man rushed out in a few steps, reached a wooden door in the deepest part, and gently pushed it open.

On both sides of the room, countless scrolls are neatly arranged on the shelves.

The black-robed man had a clear goal, and directly locked onto the bookshelf in the deepest part of the room, where there were very few scrolls, and the largest layer was only three.

His eyes flickered, but he didn't do anything.

"Is this what you're looking for?" A voice abruptly appeared behind him.

The black-robed man's eyes rolled back, and he saw that Kakashi, the original sixth Hokage Hagi, was leaning against the bookshelf, tossing a scroll up and down in his hand.

"It's a pity that the electronic data you stole before only recorded the ninja information after the Fourth Ninja World War, and before the Great War, we followed the tradition and recorded them on physical scrolls." Kakashi grabbed the scroll and walked slowly towards the other party.

The black-robed man just looked at him quietly.

The distance between the two kept getting closer, three meters, two meters......

In an instant, the fire flickered!

The figures of the two quickly intertwined, there was no majestic and eye-catching ninjutsu, and some only had the simple to extreme blade collision.

Desperate to know the identity of the other party, Kakashi didn't kill him in the first place.

But after the real fight, I found that the opponent's strength was far from being as simple as I imagined.

In the contest of physical arts, to a certain extent, he also fell into a disadvantage.

Multiply!

Purple electric light condensed in his hand.

If you can't beat the physical arts, then you can only use ninjutsu......

Kakashi thought to himself.

Electricity pierces the opponent's body.

Boom!

Looking around, the enemy's true body appeared to the side, and seeing the seal in the opponent's hand, Kakashi's face changed slightly, and he was about to defend.

A burst of purple smoke exploded.

Kakashi reacted and rushed into the smoke, but there was still an enemy somewhere.

Outside, on a building, the black-robed man looked at the data room in the distance and slowly took off the hood on his head.

"Fighting the Seven Hokage and Sasuke Uchiha at the same time, even if he does, Chakra may not have much left, and the time has come to act......

"You shouldn't be a ninja in Konoha, right?"

Another voice sounded behind him, and the face of the Guoxin monk changed, different from what he had noticed in advance just now, if it wasn't for the other party opening his mouth this time, he wouldn't have known that there was a person standing behind him.

"I don't have the idea of doing it." Naruto walked over to him.

"Who are you?" A trace of solemnity flashed in the eyes of the fruit heart layman, Konoha hid such a strong man, and the shell organization had no relevant information.

"A passerby." Naruto looked at him, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, "I seem to have seen you somewhere."

The other party's life fluctuations gave him a sense of familiarity, but before coming to this world, he had obviously only seen Boruto and Sasuke Uchiha.

"I haven't seen you." Fruitheart said.

"Maybe it's my delusion."

Naruto didn't continue to dwell on this, "You're from the Shell Organization?"

"You're not going to stop me?"

"Not that idea." Naruto shook his head, he came to this world only to respond to Boruto's request, as well as to understand the strength of Otsuki Ichiki.

It's not to save Konoha.

"They're coming, run for your life." Patting him on the shoulder, one step ahead of him, Naruto disappeared in place.

The Fruit Heart Lay Man only felt inexplicable for a while, sealed his hands, and returned to the Shell Organization Base through reverse spiritism.

But he didn't notice that there was a small black rune on the clothes on his shoulder.

Walking in the stone corridor, turning several corners, a middle-aged man with white hair leaned against the stone wall, obviously waiting for a long time.

The man wears neatly combed hair, a pair of glasses with orange lenses, a beard on his chin, a chain necklace around his neck, and a black shirt and black pants.

"Cixian is in the treatment room, and his chakra recovery is less than ten percent." The middle-aged man pushed his glasses, "The other members of the inner formation also have their own tasks and are not in the base."

"Here's your chance."

"I understand." The Fruitheart Monk nodded slightly, "Do you need me to send you away?"

"Please."

The middle-aged man picked up the long iron box next to him.

"Spiritism!"

The Fruitheart summons a giant toad that is half steel and half flesh.

"It'll send you to Konoha." As he spoke, the steam toad opened its bloody jaws.

"What are you doing?" A crisp female voice gradually approached.

The two turned to look, only to see a tall and long-haired yellow beauty walking out of the corridor, looking at them vigilantly.

The fruitful monk was about to step forward to solve the other party, and the middle-aged man reached out and pressed him.

"It's not a big problem... It's time to sleep, Diruda."

As soon as his words fell, the yellow-haired woman lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man walked into the mouth of the steam toad and sat on the iron box.

Looking at the giant steam toad that was closed, the Fruitheart Lay Man sealed his hands and launched a reverse spiritism, and the two disappeared in place.