Elsewhere, Daiyue received a message from his father asking him to come to the hospital right away.
The hospital? Was Father hospitalized again?
Huh? Why did I say "again"?
Daiyue shook his head helplessly and left with Flying Thunder God.
"Father, I'm here," Daiyue said, gently knocking on the hospital room door.
"Look at that fine son you raised!!"
The voice reached him before the door opened. Years of missions had left Daiyue constantly on guard against his surroundings.
Hearing the roar from behind the door, with only about a second to react before it opened, Daiyue made his decision almost instantly. He hurriedly turned and darted away.
"That little brat's going to be the death of me! How did he run so fast?" Dave hadn't even pulled out his IV. He pushed the door open and saw two faint footprints still on the floor.
"All right, Dave. Daiyue didn't do anything wrong. Look how badly you scared him," Tsukimi said helplessly from behind him, patting his shoulder.
"A grown man, and still not the slightest bit composed." Dave shook his head helplessly and sighed.
"Yes! A grown man, and still not the slightest bit composed." Hearing that, Tsukimi rolled her eyes at Dave.
"No, Tsukimi, you really don't know what that grandson of ours did! A son's failings are his father's fault! Daiyue's the main culprit behind how Obito turned out!" Dave retorted helplessly, his eyes wide.
"Oh, you. Stop getting angry. You're already in the hospital, so hurry up and lie down to rest. Besides, you're Obito's grandfather. Doesn't that make you partly responsible too?" Tsukimi chided as she helped Dave onto the bed.
"Ah, forget it. I'm done talking. The Senju line is finished with Obito's generation," Dave said helplessly as he lay down.
Obito wasn't that