After resting for a few more days, Tamura Hiroshi went to the Uchiha Territory to visit Fugaku Uchiha, who had returned a few days earlier.
Since he had sent a calling card the day before, Fugaku Uchiha had come out to greet him. Two children stood behind him: one was eight or nine years old, the other four or five. They were the clan's rising star, Uchiha Shisui, and his eldest son, Uchiha Itachi.
As for his youngest child, he was still in Mikoto Uchiha's womb.
Fugaku Uchiha warmly welcomed Tamura Hiroshi into the sitting room of his mansion. There, Hiroshi saw Uchiha Naori lounging on a rocking chair, her pale feet swaying back and forth.
"Little Hiroshi, you're here! Come sit, come sit."
She lifted a cucumber slice from her eye to gesture at him, then covered it again and went back to rocking.
It wasn't time yet. She couldn't stop.
Mikoto Uchiha, who was also covered in cucumber slices, gave him an apologetic smile. She seemed a little helpless.
Ever since that incident, Naori had changed completely. Much of the time, she acted like a child.
Tamura Hiroshi smiled politely and walked over to sit cross-legged.
He didn't like sitting cross-legged, but it was a little better than kneeling.
He had heard about the older sister from Teacher Fat Sheep. It had happened during the Second Great Ninja War, on the battlefield in the Land of Hot Water.
That battle had been brutal. Every Uchiha with the Mangekyō Sharingan had fallen there. Even Kagami Uchiha's son had died not long after returning, having forced his Mangekyō Sharingan and overtaxed his body.
But he had left behind an unborn child: Uchiha Shisui.
Uchiha Naori, meanwhile, had been engaged to Uchiha Kagami. She had barely survived that battle. Her gravely