43Summary: One innocent little debate between siblings becomes the biggest misunderstanding of the century; A rumor spreads through Konoha about the integrity of the 7th Hokage's house: particularly the purity of his firstborn son. To think that all this came from Himawari wanting to know who Boruto's first kiss was. Naruto is confused, Sasuke is livid, Sakura is excited, and Konohamaru has no idea what the heck is going on.
Warning: Spoilers (duh) . Mild swearing (I think)
Note: Set more or less than one year after Boruto the Movie.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. All rights go to their respective owners, mostly to our great and mighty master Kishimoto-samaaa….
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Chapter 1: It's not a Big Deal! Isn't it?
Boruto knew he should have kept his mouth shut. The boy realized he would have avoided a sitting down with his parents at 9 o'clock in the evening if he had listened to the better part of him. He would have been able finish his latest quest on this MMORPG game he was playing with Shikadai and Inojin. He would have binge watched on the latest season of One Piece. He would have been sleeping the night away, pretending that everything from that morning did not happen at all. But noooo...
Theyhad to give him the talk.
He shuddered.
"Well?" His father regarded him with contemplating eyes.
The younger Uzumaki shifted glances from his father Naruto to his mother Hinata, both waiting for his answer with baited breath. Boruto could no longer keep the exasperated sigh that escaped his lips as he scratched the back of his neck with one hand while he drummed the table with the other's fingertips. The boy's eyes closed, tired of the day's stress and shenanigans caused by one unassuming mistake. He felt like he aged five years due to the stress of it all, even in the presence of parents interrogating their firstborn son.
If Boruto was a mature thirteen-year-old boy, he would have blamed himself for being unguarded in his actions. True shinobi would have owned the fault for their own misgivings. Boruto however was well aware that he's immature, and his pride would not accept that he dug his own grave in this matter.
It was all Himawari's fault, he decided. No amount of her cuteness would forgive her for this mess she put him in.
It all started that morning when she was spouting crap about first kisses.
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Contrary to popular belief, Boruto Uzumaki was an early riser. Unlike Naruto who slept 'til midday on his off days, Boruto's body clock always prompted him to rise before the rooster's crow, no matter how late he fell asleep. He's very sluggish on these occasions though, and this morning was one of those times he only had around three to four hours of sleep.
Treading lazily down the stairs in an almost zombie-like fashion, Boruto let out a long yawn while muttering something about fried eggs and bacon. He vaguely noticed Himawari, who was also an early riser, eating a bowl of cereal with her legs propped up on the sofa. The girl was watching a chick flick he knew she'd watched for fifty times already.
"Ew, you're watching that again?" He said, scrunching his sleep-deprived eyes in disgust.
Himawari giggled, responding with her tongue out before adding, "And a good morning to you too, onii-chan."
Boruto squinted his eyes around the living room, unconsciously seeking out their mother (also a morning person, possibly where they got their early-bird-tendencies from).
"Mom's out to buy groceries." Himawari answered his unspoken question. "Help yourself to some cereal. I think she won't be back 'til eight."
"We ran out already?" The older brother answered with a groan, "Darn. I was looking forward to some bacon."
His sister shrugged, placing the unfinished bowl of cereal on the small table across her, "None of us had any time to restock supplies. You were on a mission, I was at the academy, Mom had to attend the clan meeting, and Dad was at work."
Boruto huffed grumpily, trudging towards the kitchen to get breakfast. In spite of his mood, he agreed that all members of his family seemed too preoccupied with their businesses. They barely saw each other these days, save dinner time. Hinata made sure that they would share at least one meal as a whole family everyday especially after that incident with the Chunin Exams. However, recent events in Konoha kept them all occupied, especially with the talks about amendments for the Ninja Codes being the reason for their preoccupation.
After fixing up a bowl of cereal and a tall glass of orange juice, Boruto carried his breakfast and joined Himawari in the living room. Not that he actually wanted to watch the chick flick... it's just that Boruto got used to sharing meals together with his family that he wasn't used to eating at the table alone.
Himawari silently welcomed Boruto's presence, gingerly scooting over so he can sit beside her. They were in the middle of the movie's climax, showing the couple looking at each other's eyes before slowly leaning in for a kiss. The youngest Uzumaki giggled, noting the way her brother cringed at the romantic scene.
"I would want to have a boyfriend like that guy someday," Himawari sighed dreamily. "He's the type to put others above himself, and he's so sweet and so devoted to that girl even though she couldn't remember his name."
"I think he's stupid for not just point blank telling the girl that he loves her. Would have saved them both the trouble" Boruto quipped before turning to his sister with an incredulous stare, "You'd want to fall in love with a sissy like that?"
"Silly onii-chan," Himawari scolded. "Not all guys are blunt..." she trailed off, "Although I kind of agree that most of the conflict could've been resolved if he told her he loved her in the first place."
"I honestly don't understand how girls like this crap." Boruto muttered before shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. "All romansh moviesh go about the shame way, (munch, munch) Girl meetsh boy, (swallow) they hate each other, then they love each other, third party comes in, they break up, make out, and then bam, (chomp) happhy endjing..."
His sister laughed and rolled her eyes, "If that's what you think, then you haven't seen all romance movies. Since when did you become such a 'love expert'? Silly onii-chan."
"I don't need chu watch thosh chu undershtand thosh" Boruto deadpanned while munching on his cereal. He gulped the chewed food and used his spoon as a pointer. "Because those stuff aren't worth understanding at all."
"Gee you sound so bitter," Himawari teased.
"Psshhhh..." Boruto waved her off with his spoon. "I mean it. Take those two for example," he gestured to the couple on screen. "The people who make this movie want you to believe that sparks start to fly everywhere when couples kiss."
"Oh?" Himawari responded, leaning towards her brother with genuine interest on his ramblings.
"First off, there aren't any fireworks. All that happens when two people kiss is that they exchange their slobber," Boruto drank some juice before continuing, "And no, slobber doesn't taste like 'mint and ocean', whatever the hell that means. Their lucky if they brushed their teeth or they'd taste whatever the other ate before they sucked face."
Himawari narrowed her eyes, "How would you know? It's not like you've already kissed a girl or anything."
Boruto grinned smugly, finishing his cereal and drinking the rest of his orange juice in one gulp.
His little sister's eyes widened in realization, "You're kidding...,"
"What?" Boruto asked in feigned confusion.
"You already kissed a girl didn't you?" Himawari marveled, pointing an accusing finger at her brother.
Boruto shrugged nonchalantly, failing to see how this was a big deal.
"You... you really kissed a girl?!" She asked again in disbelief, wanting Boruto to confirm this himself. "You already had your first kiss?!"
"Yes I had my first kiss already." Boruto deadpanned. "I don't see how this is such a big deal."
Himawari's ear-splitting grin both surprised and unsettled him. Boruto knew this was a sign when she was up to no good, and being on the receiving end of an evil Himawari's plots was a terrible experience.
"Who was it?" She asked sweetly.
"The hell I'd tell you-ttebasa." Boruto replied too suddenly. Wrong move.
"Onii-chan..."Himawari beamed, her bright blue eyes slowly turning pale. She didn't like it when she didn't get the answers she wanted.
Boruto shivered, panic evident on his whiskered face. To Himawari's surprise though, Boruto didn't give in like he usually did... even when she had him crammed into the sofa's corner like a frightened puppy.
"No." He whimpered, trying his best not to cower further under her gaze.
"T-tadaima!"
Boruto shot up from his seat and jogged towards the door, eager to flee from Himawari's pinning gaze.
"Okaeri-nasai!" He responded in relief.
If Boruto had never shown much appreciation for his mother before, he sure as hell appreciated her now for saving his skin from the most terrifying kunoichi in the house.
Unfortunately for him, Himawari was one who does not relent.
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The rest of Boruto's day was spent avoiding his little sister at all costs. Because nothing was more intimidating than being stared down by a little girl's Byakugan eyes. He swore that Himawari had a bright future ahead of her as a kunoichi, especially if she ever decided to join the Intelligence Division.
She might even be more intimidating than Ibiki and Anko combined, he decided with a shudder.
But other than hiding from Himawari, he needed to find her.
He was already in front of a door that had a new feature nailed to its front: a symbol of a white and red uchiwa. Having no time to appreciate the artistic way the symbol was carved within the doorframe, he made three loud raps at the door before a pink haired, green eyed woman in an apron opened it for him.
"Boruto?" Sakura Uchiha, the matron of the house, regarded him with genuine surprise. "I didn't expect to see you here so early. We're you looking for Sasuke-kun?"
"Is Sarada up?" he asked rather bluntly.
"Yes, we were just about to prepare breakfast." Sakura smiled. "Would you like to join us—"
Sarada appeared beside Sakura, fully aware that Boruto would be in front of her doorstep. He'd sent her a text message prior, written in typo capital letters about some emergency which she thought would possibly be ridiculous.
"Oh, Sarada! I was just about to invite Boruto over for—"
"Come with me" the blond boy said in a manner similar to how doctors pronounced a patient dead. Without preamble, he took Sarada by the wrist and flash stepped her away to who knows where.
"—breakfast."
Sakura was left there bewildered and speechless.
"Kids these days," Sakura muttered to herself with a smile as she retreated back inside. Her husband would be back from his early morning meditation in time for breakfast, and perhaps the extra minutes Boruto borrowed for her daughter's company would be enough for her to enjoy some… quality time with the hubby.
Inner Sakura was basically cackling with malicious glee.
It wasn't until she was back in front of their kitchen sink washing the remaining tomatoes when she remembered that Sarada was still in her pajamas and fluffy indoor slippers when Boruto took her away.
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"What the heck—Boruto!"
They were in a really old training ground, which Sarada assumed was Training Ground 48, when Boruto finally put her down. He cast an apologetic smile over her state of dress which was an old pair of pajamas with faded shuriken patterns and slightly oversized fluffy pink slippers. Boruto knew he was going to get pummeled, but better a beating from her than a beating from Himawari.
"Explain…" Sarada hissed, crossing her arms while her left foot tapped against the dusty ground impatiently.
Boruto scratched the back of his head, a lone drop of sweat trailing down the curve of his face.
"Do you still remember recess?" he asked uneasily.
Sarada squinted her eyes in disbelief, "What?"
"You know… recess? During the academy days?" Boruto asked as if he were pleading.
"Did you just drag me all the way here, in my pajamas, because you have a question about recess?"
The rain of sweat-bullets continued as Boruto noted the deadly rising tone in her voice versus the forced calmness of her facial features.
"Sarada, please," His eyes were wide, nervously looking from side to side as if worried that someone might suddenly show up and kill him. What could possibly be more frightening than an angry Uchiha? "I'm talking about… that recess."
The tenseness in Boruto's posture eased Sarada's anger, turning her frustration into confusion.
"What recess? I don't remember anything special about—"
And then it clicked. Her ebony black eyes widened in realization, followed by a faint blush dusting her pretty cheeks.
From there her confusion turned into bewildered bashfulness. Why did he have to bring up that memory now? The desperate look on his face, his equally flushed cheeks, his wide blue eyes…
"Y-you mean… t-that recess?" she murmured softly, the rosiness in her cheeks dusting the rest of her face.
A tight lipped Boruto nodded slowly, as if to emphasize the gravity of what he was about to confess.
"Y-yeah… That one."
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They were around six or seven years old when it happened.
There was this time when the boys were running away from the girls because they thought they had a life-threatening disease called 'cooties'. Sarada wasn't sure when or how this cootie issue started, but she was pretty sure that the idiot Boruto had something to do with it.
It may have started when two kids from their class were spotted alone together by the playground on one recess, building sandcastles and occasionally throwing sand at each other. The girls swooned at and teased the boy from the pair, saying that he was in love with the girl. The boy angrily denied this in embarrassment, and with a huff, stomped away from the girl. Finding this as an opportunity for pranks, the ever obnoxious Boruto Uzumaki caused mayhem among the students with one stupid declaration.
"EEEEEW! Yuuto's got cooties!"
And of course, hell hath no fury than a group of girls scorned.
That was why the following days, the girls used this baseless declaration against the boys. One simple kiss threat and the male student body of the Ninja Academy would flee. It got so serious that even the graduating students started believing the ridiculous sham.
Sarada thought she was the only one who was smart enough not to believe the farce. Then again, she knew that the idiotic prankster didn't believe in the silly power of cooties himself. It got to the point when Sarada had to confront the blond dufus about the action because some girls were starting to have trouble approaching their guy friends and vice versa. Everyone already went outside to buy snacks or play games, and before Boruto was able to follow after his friends, Sarada cornered him until they were all alone in Shino-sensei's classroom.
Of course the idiot's response was to snicker stupidly. "Don't come near! I don't want to get your cooties-ttebasa!"
"Shut it Boruto-baka!" she barked, hands to her hips. "You don't really believe this stupid cooties thing do you?"
"Nope." He snickered. "And even if cooties did exist, I'm pretty sure I'd survive since I am so powerful and all." Sarada was both irritated and amazed at the gall he had to admit it.
It gave her a stupidly brilliant idea… or rather, a brilliantly stupid idea.
"So, say, if I were to kiss you right now, you wouldn't be affected at all?" she challenged with an imposing smirk.
"Pfft." Boruto scoffed. "Try me, four eyes."
To his surprise, Sarada took a bold step forward until their faces were only a few inches apart. This caught Boruto off guard, taking a cautious step back.
"W-wait!" the boy spluttered, his confidence wavering. "Y-you were seriously going to kiss me right now?!"
I knew it, the idiot actually believes his own joke, the Uchiha heiress thought smugly. "Well, you said so yourself, Boruto. Even if I did have cooties, it wouldn't affect you at all now, would it?"
The boy gulped nervously. "Y-yeah, of course it wouldn't. Who do you think I am?"
"Boruto Uzumaki, strongest shinobi of the Hidden Leaf Village who will one day surpass his stupid-old-man-sama," Sarada declared in a poor imitation of Boruto's voice. She adjusted her glasses, using the gesture to hide the smirk she had been trying to suppress. "If you can't even handle cooties, how the heck do you hope to defeat the Lord Seventh—"
But the answer was lost when the blond boy cupped her slightly chubby face with his small hands and leaned. His lips touched hers clumsily, and she could taste an odd mixture of teriyaki and katsu sauce on his lips. Likewise, Boruto could taste small traces of melon juice that she might have drank during breakfast.
And as quickly as it started, so had it ended. Both parties pulled away with a look of sheer horror as they screamed at the top of their lungs.
"EEEW! THAT IS SOOO GROSS!"
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"We agreed to never speak of that again!" Sarada hissed, the steam of her embarrassment fogging her glasses. "Why in heaven's name did you have to bring this up now?!"
Boruto regarded her with a look of pure fear… but not fear towards her.
"Because she is on to us…"
Sarada froze. When Boruto would use that tone for the word 'she', he was clearly talking about…
"No…" Sarada murmured in disbelief, her head bowed and her fists clutching the fabric of Boruto's collar. "You told her, didn't you?"
"I didn't think it was going to be a big deal!" Boruto said, frightful of his teammate's escalating rage. "I'm sorry!"
"OF COURSE IT WAS GOING TO BE A BIG DEAL TO HER YOU HALF-WIT! YOUR SISTER HAS A FREAKING BROTHER COMPLEX-SHANNAROOO!"
"SHE'S NOT A BRO-CON-TTEBASA!" Boruto exclaimed, feeling the need to defend his sister in spite of how terrified he is of her at the moment. If you only knew how much she ships team BoruSara, yey, he thought to himself sarcastically.
Sarada had reason to fear Himawari. Most of the time, Himawari was a sweet bubble full of energy. Everyone loved her cheerful spirit but very few know about how she's like when she's upset, curious, or in a very rare pranking mood. Sarada didn't believe Boruto when he said she knocked out the Lord Seventh on the day of his inauguration (because who the heck was the 'Naruto' on the Hokage's Balcony during the event if not Naruto himself?), but that all changed when she accidentally knocked over an unfinished LEGO figurine of a purple panda when she came to visit… and well… since then Sarada started training with her Sharingan more seriously upon knowing how dangerous the Byakugan could be when she momentarily lost functionality of her right leg.
Apart from Himawari's brother complex tendencies (which are nonexistent, mind you), the girl was a little bit of a talker. Sarada guessed she might have taken it from Inojin's mother since she made very frequent visits to their flower shop. Worst case scenario is Himawari telling her Aunt Ino, and if Aunt Ino knows, that means the whole village knows, and if the whole village knows—
"She doesn't know that it was you." Boruto said, snapping her out of her panic attack.
"Wha—what do you mean?" she asked, clearly confused.
"We were talking about movies, and then first kisses and—" Boruto waved it off. "It's a long story. She just knows that I already had my first kiss, but she doesn't know who I had it with. Get my drift?"
This calmed Sarada down a bit, letting go of her grip on his collar. "O-okay… okay…"
Boruto continued, able to speak more calmly now that Sarada was pacified, "Knowing Hima, she's going to start asking questions around the village… possibly kunoichi around our age group. If she ever gets to question you, deny everything. Better yet, tell her I was only joking."
Sarada nodded, surprised that she was starting to feel a little dazed. Possibly because she hadn't had breakfast yet, and that the sun was already high up the sky.
"You know, none of this would have started if you just lied about it." She accused.
"I'm sorry, okay?" Boruto sighed exasperatedly. "I honestly thought it wasn't going to be a big deal. Who cares about first kisses anyway?"
"Such an idiot," Sarada muttered under her breath before replying, "Girls care about their first kiss, dummy. Most of us expect these things to be special. That's why Himawari's going to make a big deal out of it, besides the fact that she's curious by nature, of course."
Boruto didn't respond and regarded her silently with a blank expression. This stopped Sarada in her tracks and waved a free hand in front of his face.
"Uh, earth to Boruto?" she called for him. "Hello?"
He surprised her when he caught her hand, his bright blue piercing gaze catching her off guard.
"You mean to say you… cared about that first kiss?" he asked cautiously.
Sarada did not know the expression cat-got-your-tongue until that moment when he stared her down with his question still lingering in the air. The red in her cheeks flared, and she could not find the words to answer.
Boruto released his hold on her hand and placed his behind his neck. Turning around so his back faced Sarada, he gave her a muttered, "Sorry."
Though it was faint, Sarada could hear the remorse in his tone. "For what?"
He half turned, the adorable embarrassed grin only an Uzumaki could make sketched across his face.
"I guess I stole your special first kiss, didn't I?" he laughed uneasily.
Sarada spluttered, color returning to her cheeks, "It's not a big deal! I mean—we were just kids, we didn't know any better! And besides… I d-don't care about first kisses or all that cheesy bullshit like other girls do—shannaro!"
"Ah." Boruto turned his back and… was that a hint of disappointment in his voice?
Any assumption of regret vanished when he turned to her again with his signature, ear-splitting smile, genuine joy radiating from Naruto's firstborn.
"I knew you'd say that." He grinned. "Of course you don't, because you're not just any girl. You're Sarada Uchiha."
Without preamble, he swept her off the ground and carried her like a groom. "That's what makes you awesome!"
Sarada wasn't given the opportunity to protest as Boruto pushed chakra into his feet and, with speed that could rival Metal Lee, travelled back to the Uchiha Residence.
They were not aware of the handsome man with dark hair and mismatched eyes watching them from a tree throughout the whole conversation, trying his best not to make his presence known or castrate the Uzumaki boy on sight.
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"Moshi, moshi, this is Sakura Uchiha speaking,"
"Oh, uhm, hello Sakura-san, I hope I didn't call you at a bad time"
"Hinata! What a surprise! And pshh, don't worry, I just finished setting up breakfast and waiting for the rest of the family. Oh, and speaking of family, your boy just came and dragged Sarada out all of a sudden. Curious. You might have any idea what's up?"
"Uhm, yeah, uh. Boruto's kind of currently on the run… I'm not so sure though…"
"Is something the matter, Hinata? Wait—did idiot junior do something stupid and drag my daughter into it again?! Do you want me to discipline him—"
"Sakura-san, please listen… Boruto didn't do anything wrong… it's just…"
"Yeah? I'm all ears."
"Uhm, h-how would you respond if… if you hear that your child already had their, uhm, their first kiss?"
"Hmm… out of the blue question eh?-*snicker*-Well if Sarada ever told me she already had her first kiss, I'd sit her down, ask her who the lucky bastard is so we can squeal like teenage girls and go shopping for lingerie—I mean—cute clothes-shannaro! *Sigh* But I doubt that since Sarada inherited her father's pubescent disinterest for the opposite gender apparently. Why do you ask by the way?"
"Uhm, I… uhm, I sort of overheard Boruto and Himawari talking about first kisses and, Boruto told her that he already had his."
"Eh? Are you sure that this isn't Boruto just bluffing and all?"
"I'm pretty sure! I'm his mother, I know when Boruto is lying and when he's telling the truth. In fact, the way he said it, it seems like he seemed pretty unfazed that already had his first kiss."
"Heh… typical. Dense like his father I suppose. You better talk to him about it and all. In fact, I don't see the harm in it, do you?"
"*Chuckles* I guess you're right about that… It's just that.."
"Hm?"
"I'm beginning to realize that my baby boy is growing up… *teary eyed*"
"*Laughs* Yeah… I feel that way towards my darling daughter sometimes… *sighs* But you shouldn't worry. He might have his father's knuckleheaded nature, but somewhere in that prodigious brain of his, he has his mother's wit and common sense."
"Yeah… *sniff* …"
"Anyway, you mentioned something about Boruto on the run?"
"Yeah, right after breakfast, he stormed off. Apparetly Himawari is still bugging him about 'spilling his secret'"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm assuming Boruto didn't tell who the mystery girl was…"
"…"
"…"
"Boruto dragged my daughter off to god knows where…"
"Do you perhaps think..?"
"… oh my gosh…"
"We musn't tell our husbands…"
"Agreed…."
"It will be the Great Shinobi Wars all over again…"
"Yeah…"
"Uhm so… I guess I should go… clan stuff and all."
"Yeah. Sasuke-kun and Sarada might be back any time soon."
"Thank you for your time, Sakura-san."
"Your welcome. Say hi to Naruto for me okay?
"Alright… oh, and Sakura-san?
"Hmm?"
"Don't tell Sasuke-kun."
"Don't tell Sasuke-kun"
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A/N: Hi! Windstruck07 here! This has got to be my second contribution to the fandom I believe. This'll be just a short fic… as in hopefully 3-5 chapters tops, I suppose. What do you guys think? Love it? Hate it? Review!
I hope the characters stayed true to their canon persona. I'm still impatient for the Boruto Manga to just get it over with the movie arc. More characters from the old and new gen will be appearing on the following chapters, and I would have to admit that next gen characters are more challenging to write since only Team Konohamaru members were given spotlights in the canon-verse so far.
I personally think Mitsuki is the most complicated to write about because even with the oneshot Kishi made, I still feel like he's a mystery. I could only assume that he is a little bit like Sai, except he has a hidden kind of sinister, like his parent Orochimaru. I believe that he has the potential to be the most loyal of the three, and with this loyalty he may use unconventional methods that might not be acceptable to the masses if it's the only way doable for the sake of his friends. It'll be Boruto's and Sarada's job to pacify him if it ever comes to that.
Sarada is perhaps the most well developed female character next to Sakura and Hinata I believe. I like that even with the mangaka hinting that she is a mix of Sasuke and Sakura, Sarada seems to shine all on her own. She's less temperamental than Sakura and more emotionally attuned than Sasuke, which makes her befitting of leadership. I am betting that Sarada would be the most level-headed teammate in Team Konohamaru. She'll be the badass leader (which kind of makes sense why she wants to be Hokage).
As for Boruto—I swear—I love this guy. To me he is the most flawed in the sense that he has important things that his other teammates don't have (complete family, sense of normalcy, etc.) that he sort of takes for granted. At the same time, Boruto has the potential to be the most emphatic of the three. Because he hasn't experienced the suffering his father and mentor had, (and tbh his teammates have more severe back stories and parental issues than he does) I think he'd be the one most seduced by the idea of self-sacrifice and suffering. He would want to understand why or how the people he idolizes became who they were now (thus one of the themes in Boruto the Movie) because he never experienced this himself. I believe it was made clear in Boruto the Movie that Boruto will be taking the path of the ideal shinobi: self-sacrifice without the recognition.
The best thing about Team Konohamaru is that they have a different team dynamic than the original Team 7 (haters who disagree, come at me bruh). So I completely and totally and irrevocably disagree that these babies are carbon copies of their parents. There may be similarities and real life genetics prove that we too have certain similarities with our parents, but that does not make us carbon copies of them kapeesh?
I'll stop my rambling here. See you on the next update!
May the fortress be with you…