For a moment, Boruto wanted to yell. To say it’s too late . Instead, he just threw his father a practice kunai.
At the Academy later that day, Shikadai nudged him. “You’re spacing out.”
“It’s a deal.”
“Dad? I thought you had briefings all day.”
Naruto caught it with a grin—the same grin from the old war stories. “You’re on.”
