Soon enough.
The corridor outside the delivery room had never been so crowded.
Almost everyone from the Uchiha Clan had come.
Fugaku stood at the front, his expression composed, but his eyes kept darting toward the delivery room door.
Mikoto stood beside him, clutching a handkerchief that had already been crumpled beyond recognition.
Izumi couldn't sit still. She stood up, sat down, then stood up again, repeating the cycle countless times.
Genya's father, on the other hand, managed to stay seated. Hyuga Hiashi had also arrived and stood on the other side.
Beside him, Hanabi noticed that her father's fists were clenched tighter than anyone else's.
Jiraiya leaned against the wall, with Orochimaru standing beside him. His golden, slit-pupiled eyes watched the delivery room door, his expression suggesting he was observing some fascinating experiment.
Naruto paced up and down the corridor, rubbing his hands with every step, more nervous than he had been at his own wedding.
Sasuke leaned by the window. Sakura had come too, sitting beside Ino with her heavily pregnant belly.
Genya stood outside the delivery room, closer to the door than anyone else.
Both his hands were in his pockets, but everyone could tell they were shaking.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down his temples.
He wiped it away, only for more to appear. He wiped it again, and it came right back.
Watching her son, Izumi finally couldn't take it anymore.
"What are you so nervous about?"
Genya stubbornly denied it.
"I'm not nervous."
Izumi pointed at his forehead.
"Then what's that?"
Genya wiped his brow.
"It's hot."
Naruto came over and patted Genya on the shoulder, wearing the expression of someone who had been through it all.
"Genya, don't be nervous. Becoming a dad-everyone has a first time, right?"
Genya glanced