The next day.
Uchiha Clan Grounds.
Though he had not slept long, Shamu woke up feeling refreshed and full of energy thanks to his Whirlpool Physique.
After washing up, he headed straight for Fugaku's residence.
Shamu naturally did not need to announce himself. When he entered, Fugaku was having breakfast with Mikoto attending to him.
Mikoto placed food into Fugaku's bowl, and Fugaku fumbled around as he shoveled the food into his mouth. He looked much like an ordinary person.
Aside from lacking a little elegance, he was doing quite well for someone who was blind.
Seeing Uchiha Mikoto's gentle expression and Fugaku's smiling face, Shamu even felt that he had come at a bad time.
But since he was already here...
"Ahem." Shamu deliberately coughed twice.
Mikoto looked up with a smile. "Shamu, you're here. Have you eaten?"
Shamu did not stand on ceremony. Patting his stomach, he said, "Not yet, Sister Mikoto. I came to mooch a meal."
Mikoto chuckled. "Then you and Fugaku can talk first. There's still food in the kitchen."
Shamu nodded, walked in, and sat across from Fugaku.
"Has being blind caused any problems in your daily life?"
Fugaku shook his head. "It's somewhat inconvenient, but they're all minor issues."
By then, Mikoto had brought over Shamu's meal: white porridge and two small dishes of pickled vegetables.
There were cooks and servants in the clan, but Mikoto was unaccustomed to being waited on, so she handled such things herself.
Shamu picked up his bowl and gulped it down noisily, mumbling through a mouthful, "Thanks, Sister Mikoto."
Mikoto smiled, cleared away Fugaku's dishes, and prepared to leave.
Shamu had already set down his bowl. The bowl of porridge had been drained clean.
"You drink so fast. Aren't you afraid of scalding yourself?" Mikoto mildly reproached