With a flick of his wrist, a pat of butter flew from the dish, striking the spinning toast with pinpoint accuracy.
Boruto sighed. The old man would be out for hours. Bored, and realizing he had about twenty minutes before he had to meet Mitsuki and Sarada at the training grounds, Boruto pulled out his phone. He snapped a photo of the toast, which was currently levitating three inches off the plate thanks to a stray bit of chakra control. boruto's breakfast dart on reddit
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Boruto blinked. "I've been darted," he whispered, clutching his chest. "The student has become the master... of getting owned." With a flick of his wrist, a pat