Boruto%27s Breakfast D-art

Just as he was about to dig in, his teammates, Shikadai and Chocho, burst into the kitchen. "Hey, Boruto! We're heading out for a mission. Want to come?" Shikadai asked, his eyes fixed on the ramen.

Boruto's eyes lit up. "Awesome! I'm starving!" He plopped down at the table, eagerly awaiting his steaming bowl of noodles. boruto%27s breakfast d-art

Boruto sighed, reluctantly pushing his bowl away. "Fine, but I'm only coming if we're getting Ichiraku ramen on the way." Just as he was about to dig in,

The sun was shining bright in the Hidden Leaf Village, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets. Boruto Uzumaki, the seventh-generation leader of Team 7, stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His stomach growled, reminding him that he had skipped dinner the night before in favor of a gaming marathon with his friends. Want to come