Boruto Breakfast Dart Top -

Boruto took his stance. He didn't just throw; he calculated the trajectory. With a flick of his wrist, he launched a single toothpick—his makeshift dart. It sailed through the air, arching over a bowl of rice and narrowly missing Naruto's shoulder. Thwack.

Outside, traffic—foot traffic of shinobi, merchants, kids on errands—wove through the village. Boruto thought of the day ahead: a team lesson with Konohamaru, a scheduled sparring session with Shikadai, the predictable chaos of errands, a dozen small demands that would push and pull him from one thing to the next. He stood, fetched his jacket, and paused. boruto breakfast dart top