Boruto tilted his head, examining the shrunken form of his father in his hand, “Hmm, now while I have you at this size, I’m still not completely sure as to what we should do together. After all, there are so many different options on what we can do.” Here he gave a foxlike smirk, “But many of them won’t be pleasant for you in the end.”
Naruto, who had been beating on his son’s hand in an attempt to get him to release him, could only listen with wide eyes. Shock and terror weren’t something he often was prone to feel after all the things that had occurred before the teen in front of him was born, but now? Well, it was all coming back to him again.
“Come on Boruto! Just reverse the jutsu and we can forget this whole thing,” Naruto pleaded to his son.
Boruto just laughed, “Do you really think I’m going to let this opportunity pass by without doing something? You have got to be kidding.” Boruto just laughed harder. It was a good thing that there were rarely any ANBU guards on his dad when he was in the office, it was in essence what made this all possible. Wiping his eyes with his free hand, he looked at Naruto, “Now I think the first thing we should do is have some fun, and I know just how to start.”
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