“Breakfast is fuel, not a fight,” she says.
Boruto groans. “Same thing again? Dad eats gourmet ramen on missions, and I get ‘balanced nutrition’?” boruto's breakfast d-art
Boruto eats everything. Mid-bite, he notices his chakra feels sharper—more stable. He looks at his palm; a small blue spark flickers easily. “Breakfast is fuel, not a fight,” she says
“Boruto. Sit.”