How Old Is Hanabi In Boruto Novels & Stories

she smiled. “Speaking of that,” Hana perked up, walking around to the end of the bed. I cocked my head, wondering what she was doing. Hana smiled and kissed each of the boys on the cheek. “Thank you for trying to save me,” she smiled. I growled, narrowing my eyes at the boys. Both boys were blushing brightly, touching their cheeks. Hana’s ten, and I am not ready for her to like boys. It’s bad enough she talks about Silvercloud being her mate.

This kind of guy. Nozomi’s expression soured a little. ‘How troublesome.’ “But I won’t give up so easily. That’s how I get good at things, you know?” Nozomi tugged Hikaru’s shirt again, prompting him to lean towards her. “I’ll handle him.” Hikaru raised his eyebrows questioningly. Nozomi looked at the boy again. “What’s your name?” The boy smirked as if he had won. “I’m Goro, Watanabe Goro.”

Arjun explained. Pashika noticed the same possessiveness and glints in his eyes when she first met him, and she suffered from this type of insanity. She wished all five sons and their future wives the best. Her thoughts were suddenly drawn back to her pregnancy and childbirth. "Ji !", Pashika called him. "Hmmm", Arjun hummed. "Our children are now five years old. Time passes, and they spread their wings and fly high into the sky", She explained "Yes, Jaan!" See, Bunny is now 11 years old, and Ansh is 15 and nearly ready to take over his father's throne", Arjun said this while tightly embracing her.

I felt the testosterone heavy in the air and it was suffocating. To lighten the mood, I forced a chuckle and said, "What has never happened before will eventually happen someday." He shrugged. "Is this your birthday?" I asked Ronan, since Damian was staying quiet. What was wrong with him? Oh goddess, this man — I was sure he had a personality disorder. Ronan shook his head. "No, Lady Evelyn, it is not my birthday. I don't even remember when my birthday comes. I am 140 years old, I think — not confirmed," he said casually.

FLASHBACK TO SEVEN YEARS AGO… “So, Hana…what are we doing for your birthday this year?”. “We?”. Hana Shiozaki— now Sakura Hoshino— scoffs lightly. “It’s my birthday not yours, Mei”. She gathers her books in her hands and rises from her seat. “What’s wrong with saying we? Have you forgotten that our parents are both teachers?…I’m going to be invited to your birthday party, whether you like it or not”.

Takuto Kimura， now is age: 11. Fifth Grade. Former corporate elite. Current old soul trapped in a child’s body. He sat at the dinner table, elegantly (in his own mind) slicing a piece of steak with surgical precision. Tonight was the family’s monthly dinner gathering. As usual, Grandpa Takuto had come to visit. At seventy, the old man was as sharp as ever—his silver hair was combed immaculately, and his tailored suit looked ready for an impromptu board meeting.