The waiter froze after hearing Boruto's words and quickly ran off to find the restaurant manager.
"Whose kids are these?"
"I don't know, but they look like they're from out of town."
Around the restaurant, other customers began whispering and sneaking glances at Boruto's group.
"Manager, look at those kids. They don't seem like the kind who can spend money so casually..." the waiter nervously reported to a one-armed middle-aged man.
When the manager looked toward Boruto and his friends, his heart trembled slightly.
"That face… Could he be that man's son?" he thought.
After a moment, he told the waiter, "Do as they ask. Give them anything they want—no matter what."
"Brother, please don't be angry, okay?" Himawari said softly, tugging Boruto's sleeve.
"Himawari, don't take him seriously," Sarada explained. "Your brother was just joking."
Himawari tilted her head and smiled. "So, Brother's not mad then!"
Boruto scratched his head and laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, I just remembered a line from a movie. That's all."
At that moment, the one-armed middle-aged man approached with a sincere smile.
"I never thought our humble restaurant would be graced by the Hokage's son. It's truly an honor," he said respectfully. "I'm the manager here."
Boruto blinked in surprise. "Oh? You know me?"
"I don't, personally," the man replied, shaking his head. "But I've seen your father—the Seventh Hokage. You look so much like him."
Sarada asked curiously, "You've met Boruto's dad?"
"Yes…" The manager nodded, his gaze softening with emotion.
"It was during the Fourth Great Ninja War. If not for Hokage-sama's shadow clone saving me, I'd have lost more than just this arm."
He paused for a moment, then smiled. "I've always wanted to thank him in person, but life and duty kept us apart. Meeting you today feels like fate."
Before Boruto could respond, the manager declared, "Today's meal is on me. Please, enjoy yourselves," and walked away before they could refuse.
Sarada giggled. "Even having lunch turns into a perk of being the Hokage's son."
Boruto sighed. "Yeah, well… can't help who my dad is."
Before long, their table was filled with mouthwatering seafood dishes—including three small cans of shimmering caviar.
"Master, I don't have any caviar," came a small, sulky voice. It was Krab, looking pitiful.
"Oh right, I almost forgot you," Boruto said. He turned to the waiter. "Another can of caviar, please."
The waiter nodded and soon returned with a fresh serving for Krab, who wagged his tail happily.
After the meal, Boruto left a generous stack of ryo on the table, and the group headed out.
As the sun began to set, Boruto and Sarada strolled through the Hidden Mist Village with Himawari, who was beaming with excitement.
She picked up souvenirs and toys from local shops, while Sarada helped her choose pretty seashell necklaces and clothes for Hinata.
Then, Krab activated his space-time technique again.
A swirling black vortex appeared in the air, and Himawari cheered, "Brother, Sister Sarada—today was the happiest day ever!"
The vortex slowly faded, taking them back to Konoha.
Meanwhile, in the Kirigakure Memorial Park, Kagura stood before a tall ochre monument, addressing the Konoha and Mist students in a solemn tone.
"This place bears witness to the darkest era of the Hidden Mist," he began.
"Back then, students had to kill their classmates just to graduate. The village was soaked in blood every single day."
Boruto frowned thoughtfully.
"The Fourth Mizukage, Yagura… he was being controlled by Obito's Mangekyō Sharingan back then. That's why the village turned into the Blood Mist."
Kagura continued, "But now the blood has washed away, and peace—"
Before he could finish, Iwabe cut him off angrily.
"So you're saying we can just forgive everything? My grandfather died because of Yagura's madness. The Hidden Mist can never make up for that!"
The crowd fell silent. Many students were shocked to learn this.
Kagura lowered his head. "I… I'm sorry."
"Sorry? What good is sorry?" Iwabe snapped. "It's not your fault, but acting all remorseful just makes it worse!"
"Hey, what's all the noise about?" a harsh voice barked.
A group of rough-looking Mist ninjas strolled over, their headbands glinting in the light.
"Oh? So these are the brats from Konoha?" sneered the man in front, dressed in white. "Didn't expect them to look so weak."
Iwabe's fists clenched. "Still the same old Blood Mist attitude!"
Before he could charge forward with his iron rod, Boruto grabbed his arm. "Hold it."
Kagura's eyes narrowed. "Fenggu?"
"Well, well… Kagura. Long time no see," the man—Fenggu—mocked. "What's this? Playing bodyguard for Leaf kids now?"
"My business has nothing to do with you," Kagura said coldly.
"Nothing to do with me?" Fenggu scoffed.
"You're supposed to be one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen candidates! And here you are wagging your tail for outsiders. You disgrace us all."
Then he turned toward Boruto with a sneer. "So this is the Hokage's son, huh? No wonder you're acting all high and mighty."
He cracked his knuckles. "If I knock you down here, the whole Mist will know my name."
Boruto smirked. "Just you clowns? Fine. I'll show you real pain."
With a burst of chakra, Boruto performed a transformation—turning into Tendo Pain.
"Pain?" Fenggu scoffed. "You think a simple transformation can scare me?"
He lunged forward with a kunai, but Boruto caught his wrist effortlessly and twisted it.
"Ah—!" Fenggu screamed, dropping the weapon as pain shot through his arm.
"Pain?" Boruto repeated, his tone cold. "That's right. Keep feeling it."
He glanced at Kagura. "Mind if I rough them up a little?"
Kagura gave a faint smile. "Go ahead—just don't kill anyone."
Boruto grinned. "Then get ready… time for a lesson in pain!"