After the two of them walked out of the courtyard, Sarutobi Shin'nosuke, who had been waiting outside, asked curiously, "How is he?"
The medical ninja gave them both a meaningful look.
Understanding, the two followed the medical ninja down the street for some distance.
Only then did the medical ninja stop. As he took out paper and pen to write the examination report, he said:
"His condition is very bad. It seems there is something wrong with his mind. I fear he only has a few months left.
"You should prepare yourself."
Uchiha Tunan paused slightly, then nodded forlornly.
"I understand..."
Sarutobi Shin'nosuke gently patted Uchiha Tunan on the shoulder.
"I'll ask Lord Hokage to approve a long leave for you. Spend this time keeping the old man company."
The medical ninja sighed.
"Ah... Do you need me to give you the examination report?"
"No. Please keep it for now. I'm afraid Grandpa might find it."
Uchiha Tunan shook his head, lowered his gaze, and turned to walk back.
Just before Uchiha Tunan turned around, Mitsuya Motoyoshi pulled back the head he had poked out, wheeling himself back into the courtyard.
Though he had been too far away to hear their conversation, their expressions and gestures told him enough.
Mitsuya Motoyoshi had completely lost hope.
So I really am done for...
A moment later, Uchiha Tunan walked in with a smile on his face.
"Grandpa, the doctor was just praising how healthy you are. You gave me quite a scare. I'll go make dinner first."
Mitsuya Motoyoshi nodded with a smile.
"Make fewer dishes. We won't be able to finish them anyway. Don't wear yourself out."
Half a month later.
On a bed at Konoha Hospital.
Mitsuya Motoyoshi, now little more than skin and bones, forced his eyes open to