Official matters settled, the atmosphere inside the tent relaxed noticeably.
Kumoi picked up his teacup, his tone shifting to a more personal concern:
"By the way, Clan Head Shui Yuan, there is also a private matter.
Matriarch Mito specifically asked me to pass along a message a few days ago, hoping that you could find time to visit her place when you have a moment.
She... misses you dearly."
"This..."
The glow on Clan Head Shui Yuan's face dimmed, replaced by a complex mix of embarrassment and guilt. He instinctively averted his gaze.
Seeing this, Elder Long Yi understood in his heart, sighed, and explained on his behalf:
"Lord Hokage sees all.
It is not that the clan head is unwilling to see Lady Mito... It is simply that... the clan head has a proud nature, feels he has failed our ancestors and clan members, and even more so feels he cannot bear to face Lady Mito, who once strongly opposed his radical policies.
This pain of a fallen nation and the responsibility of ruining the family weigh on his heart like a giant boulder..."
Kumoi understood.
This was an emotional knot, concerning dignity and familial affection.
He put down his teacup, his voice slowing down yet carrying a heart-piercing power:
"Clan Head Shui Yuan, I understand your feelings.
Yet when the matriarch asked me to deliver the message, her eyes held pure worry and concern, without a shred of blame.
Family members share bloodlines, glory, and disgrace.
Some matters are only further alienated by bearing them alone.
Meet, talk it out, even if it means having a cry or a scolding—only then will this bond start flowing again, and only then can the wounds truly begin to heal.
Hiding forever will only make those who care about you more