Watching Sasuke lie in bed, uncomfortable all over and his face etched with pain, Mikoto's tears poured out unchecked. She carefully stroked his cheek, and at her touch, she discovered that his forehead was burning hot. At a complete loss, she said, "Why is he so hot? He has a high fever. What should we do?"
Anyo reassured her from beside the bed, "Mikoto, he'll be fine. He's still young. He can handle it."
Hearing that infuriated Mikoto. She reached out, pulled Anyo over, and ordered, "Hurry, heal Sasuke. I know you can do it."
The miraculous healing Anyo had just performed had restored her body to its younger state. With such an incredible ability, treating a fever would surely be simple.
Yet Anyo shook his head with a wry smile. "Sorry, Mikoto. I already used up all my chakra just now. I can't heal him right now."
Mikoto did not believe him. She activated her Sharingan and, upon examining him, discovered that Anyo's body was indeed terribly weak, no different from an ordinary person's.
Before she could ask, Anyo said aggrievedly, "I never thought my words would carry no credibility at all with you."
Mikoto sighed and said sadly, "How am I supposed to believe you? You were part of Konoha High Command too, so you knew exactly what was going to happen to the clan long ago. Yet you simply watched it happen without doing anything. How could you bear to let Itachi shoulder so much alone?"
"Mikoto, my position in Konoha High Command and the deaths of the clan members don't concern me. I only wanted to save you, pull you away from the heart of that maelstrom in Konoha, and let you spend your life peacefully somewhere without worries."
How could Mikoto not understand what Anyo