After everyone finished eating, Tobirama hurriedly called Dave over to help Tsukimi back to rest...
Tsukimi wore a helpless, wry smile the entire time...
"From this moment on, the Senju Clan is on maximum combat alert!" Tobirama looked at Hashirama and declared gravely.
"Ahem... well... Tobirama... I think... Tsukimi is only two months along... isn't this a little premature...?" Hashirama coughed twice and asked awkwardly.
"Two months! It's already been two months! How is that premature? She's giving birth in just eight months!" Tobirama shot back.
Hashirama and Mito exchanged a glance... then shook their heads helplessly...
A month later...
"Ormo, Ormo, this is Blade, this is Blade. Report on the target's status, over." In a cramped, dark room, a creep with stockings pulled over his head shouted into a walkie-talkie.
"Blade, Blade, this is Ormo. The target has not left the building, over."
"Beautiful! I'm heading to the internet cafe now. Get a computer ready for me, over!" Dave excitedly pulled the stockings off his head.
A month. He had spent an entire month at home! He hadn't taken so much as half a step outside his front door—a whole month! His father-in-law had covered the entire exterior of the house in cameras. The moment Dave stepped outside, Tobirama would receive the news and rush over to give him a scolding...
Dave had been cooped up at home for an entire month and was going mad. Oh, except when Tsukimi wanted to go out for a stroll; then he had accompanied her on a couple of laps around the clan compound...
There had originally been computers at home... but Tobirama had heard that computers emitted radiation. Even though it was very, very slight, so negligible it could practically be ignored, once he learned that radiation could adversely affect