"...We tied up the wrong one. Forget it, just keep him restrained for now, to be safe. He's the most unpredictable of the lot."
"Okay, okay."
"Quack! Quack!!! Let me go, you quack!!" Kakuzu listened to their conversation, his eyes wide. Seriously, could you two spare a little thought for your patient while you're talking?
"It's the patient who just arrived in that bed, Doctor," the nurse said, looking toward the monitor over there, which had flatlined and was still beeping nonstop.
"Heart disease? Did something upset him?"
The hospital room descended into chaos. The doctor asked Kitsuchi to leave the hospital first; his sheer bulk was getting in the way.
Watching his father get wheeled into the Medical Room right before his eyes yet again, Kitsuchi couldn't stop his tears from soaking his collar.
"Lord Kitsuchi, how is Lord Tsuchikage doing?! Is he all right?"
"Lord Kitsuchi, has Lord Tsuchikage's heart condition flared up again? He's been through so much! Boo-hoo!"
"Lord Kitsuchi, when will we have somewhere to stay? I haven't gotten my weekly wins in the Naruto game yet!!"
"Lord Kitsuchi, I'm so hungry. All I ate yesterday was a loach that crawled out of the dirt in the Wine Cellar."
"Lord Kitsuchi, where do we go now?"
The Iwagakure group waiting outside the hospital saw their leader emerge with a resolute expression. They hurried up to him anxiously, bombarding him with all kinds of questions.
"Shut up! Now follow me to Konoha's Military Police Force!" Kitsuchi commanded in a stern voice, sweeping his huge hand.
"Yes, sir!"
Outside the Uchiha Police Station...
Fugaku calmly watched the crowd before him, who looked as though they had come to cause trouble, studying them with a hint of curiosity.
"Iwagakure's Third Tsuchikage suffered an assassination attempt here in Konoha!