Am I the only one who thinks that the tradition of the inoshikacho is pointless because the boruto world is getting very modern lately...
I don't mean about the friendship it's about the recent inoshikacho has a lot of potential from the other sides of their parents ability that is so impactful for their development character.
I'm just tired of them only using their clans jutsu as if they have strict roles plus the others characters uses both jutsus from parents like sarada why the team 10 can't?
it's just a mess that their wasting it like I can image the clan seniors won't give them that freedom of opportunity, they need to improve in order for them to get stronger we can see them being left behind team 7.
Anyways here's an example of justu that inoshikacho need to use in the future:
Shikadai's wind justu and the Giant Folding Fan
Chocho's swordmanship & lightning style + butterfly mode new techniques
Inojin mastering mind transfer technique & healing jutsu technique
I hope in the future they will show more of their abilities and improve a lot.
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Teen Mitsuki:...
Teen Chocho:H-
Teen Mitsuki:(hides behind Sarada)
Teen Sarada:(whispering) Mitsuki,what are you doing?
Teen Chocho:HE'S BEING RACIST!
Teen Sarada:Cut it off,Chocho.
Teen Mitsuki:Wait wait wait wait,You mad because i chose Sarada over you?
Teen Mitsuki:This racism joke isn't funny any more. I'm only seeking protection from perverts,you happen to be on top of the list.
Teen Chocho:(blushing) I-I'M NOT A PERV YOU JERK!
Teen Mitsuki:Of course,you would say that.
Teen Mitsuki:(holds Sarada's hand) Come on,let's go shopping.
Teen Sarada:I hope Chocho isn't mad at me for dating you.
Teen Mitsuki:I'm not his only crush. Chocho is seeking attention of Shinki, Shikadai,Kawaki,hell even Inojin whom many people think she hates. One less prince of dreams isn't gonna be a world-ender,my lady.
Teen Sarada:Good points.
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I know I’m a little late to the Boruto timeskip design discourse but HOLY SHIT did they do Inojin dirty? They cut off his baby ponytail and dressed him in what is basically a potato sack…. How could they dress him like that when BOTH his parents are known for their crop tops?? And the Yamanaka hair come ON his timeskip design had so much potential.
There had better be a fucking croptop under that oversized sweater. That better just be loungewear or else!!!!!!
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ShikaJinSumi
Shikadai x Inojin x Sumire
I Have 0 idea how Tf i got this poly couple but i love it. This is one of my Op3 couples (not only one) wich i use really often in my stories.
I am interested in what do you think about this Op3.
Sadly i could not find any fanart of them
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-The Great War-
Inohima, one shot, 662 words
-This was it she had everything she ever wanted and more. After so much loss and grief it was all over, we survived the Great War-
I felt the slight breeze hit my face and watched the sun set off my front porch, the dim orange light lit up my front yard. The two little boys roll around in the cool grass as they shout and shriek whatever words they can say. Tipping back in forth in my rocking chair as I cradle my pregnant stomach. But something about this scene felt so… nostalgic in a way. Running around the front yard of my now destroyed childhood home. Yelling and chasing my brother around the yard while my bare feet feel the cool grass beneath me. The warm sun of the early summer months shine across my young and naive face. Running towards my father as he arrived home and the feeling of his warm embrace. That was what felt like lifetimes ago, and a way it was.
- some where in the haze I got a sense I’ve been betrayed-
“Boruto” I say as I fight back tears “I hope this was worth it”
The words faintly came out of his mouth “What was worth it?”
I hesitated “ruining my life, killing our parents, taking any amount of normal life away from me, forcing a little girl into a life she didn’t want to lead but she was told it was the way to honor her parents, I hope your happy”
The word stabbed him like a thousand knives digging into his chest “I-I’m sorry, I really am-”
I stared at the edge of the tall mountain “THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO IT” hot tears streaming down my cheeks
“Hima” he said with desperation in his voice
My voice sounded sharp “don’t call me that”
-My hand was the one you reached for
All throughout the Great War-
I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, “Hima, we should head back down” Inojin whispered
“Mhm” my voice was still shaky
I reached down to find his hand. He held on tight and didn’t let go until he knew we were safe. He held me in his arms as we spent weeks trying to rebuild. He didn’t understand, he didn’t have to; but no matter what he was still there like he had been there and I always had a hand to reach for.
9 years later
-I vowed I would always be yours-
I felt many pairs of eyes on me but I just kept my head up looking to the end of the isle. Our tear filled eyes met and we knew this was just the start, the start to something else something else. We had so much together but now we would have more, and it was all for us. I looked over to my little boys on the edge of their seats, they were never good at sitting still. I shoot a smile at them and I was met with two crinkley baby blue eye smiles. I turned my head back to Inojin.
“I do” he said
Without hesitation I said “I do too”
6 Months later
-It turned into something bigger-
I felt the wood underneath my bare feet as I tipped back and forth . The wind didn’t stop but only got stronger, it felt refreshing and like I needed a breeze. My attention went back up to my little boys who were running around. I looked at them with a smile and the tears were streaming down my face. When they saw they came running over.
“Mama are you ok?” One asked with concern
“Mhm” I said in a shaky voice
“Why are you crying mama?” The other one asked with large baby blue eyes meeting mine
“I’m just really happy”
“Ok!” They said in unison and ran off
I heard the front door open and could smell the herbal tea and paint of his apron. He set his cup down and sat next to me. He put his hand on mine. We both looked up we both knew what we were thinking.
We survived The Great War.
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