A month later, Tsukimi had all but recovered, and Daiyue had shown no problems during his month of observation. Mother and son were discharged from the hospital.
Back at the Senju Compound.
Watching Tobirama grin foolishly as he held Daiyue, Dave and Tsukimi exchanged a helpless look...
"Ahem, Tobirama, put Little Daiyue back down to sleep... You've been holding him for five or six hours. He's getting sleepy." Even Hashirama couldn't stand watching any longer. He coughed twice and hurriedly spoke up.
"Oh, right, right. Little Daiyue, time for bed." Tobirama snapped out of his silly grin and quickly placed Little Daiyue in the cradle beside him.
"Listen, Tobirama, you don't have to watch Little Daiyue so closely," Hashirama said helplessly as he watched Tobirama stand guard over the baby carriage.
"No. What if someone accidentally hurts him?" Tobirama argued.
"You're one to talk, big brother. When Mujian was born, you didn't put him down for an entire month," Tobirama continued.
"Ah... hahaha..." Hashirama laughed awkwardly...
"What's with all those books?" Mito asked in confusion, looking at the pile behind the baby carriage.
"Oh, I prepared these for Little Daiyue's future career as a shinobi. They include all my forbidden techniques, along with all my notes on them—2,800 in total. When Little Daiyue is older, I'll teach him myself!"
Son... even your father can't save you... Your grandpa has already planned everything out for you... Dave wiped the cold sweat from his face, feeling awkward.
"Right, he might develop the Sharingan someday too. Hold on." Something suddenly occurred to Tobirama. Since Tsukimi was Daiyue's mother, that meant Daiyue also had Uchiha blood and might develop the Sharingan in the future.
Hmm, as for the Sharingan...
"Hey, Izuna, bring me all the Uchiha's ninjutsu and all your information on the