After the examination, Akita choked back a sob as she asked, "Are you all right, Mirai?"
"Don't worry, Aunt Akita. I'm fine. The doctor's sister just examined and treated me," Mirai said in a deliberately light tone as he looked at Akita Yamanaka, whose face was streaked with tears.
In Akita Yamanaka's arms, Inoue had no idea what had happened. It was his first time in the Byakugan ward. His wide eyes kept darting around the room. When he saw Mirai, he let out an "Ah, ah!" and struggled toward him, stretching out his hands for Mirai to hold him.
Naturally, Akita Yamanaka did not dare let the little child fall onto Mirai. Mirai was covered in injuries now. If he suffered another blow, it would be troublesome.
Although Mirai himself said it was nothing, Akita Yamanaka had seen many dark bruises during the examination. Against his fair skin, they looked especially shocking. Just looking at them made her heart ache. How could wounds like that not hurt?
Yet, in order to reassure them, Mirai was still able to report that he was safe with humor and composure. Rather than fussing over him, Akita Yamanaka wiped away her tears and gently stroked Mirai's little face, helping him clean the dust and stains from it.
"Are you all right?" Tanaka stood behind Akita Yamanaka, his face grave as he looked deeply at Mirai. He asked again in a serious tone.
"It's nothing, Uncle Tanaka." Mirai could feel Tanaka's concern in his simple question, and he said happily, "Uncle Tanaka, it was fortunate that you taught me the art of mind transfer. I used it to capture an enemy!"
Mirai's tone carried a childlike pride, but his words stirred up waves in Tanaka's heart. He had never imagined that Mirai could accomplish