Everyone's Sorrow

The doctor's words ruthlessly shattered the last glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts.

Everyone's brows were furrowed, and their eyes held a deep, uncontrollable sorrow.

When Mikoto, as Koki's mother, heard these words, her heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and she instantly collapsed.

Her face was filled with despair, her body trembled uncontrollably, and tears gushed from her eyes like a burst dam, sliding down her cheeks and finally dripping to the ground.

"No..." Mikoto murmured softly, her voice filled with unbearable despair, "This can't be, this can't be real..."

"My poor child!" Mikoto could no longer bear the pain in her heart and burst into tears.

"Husband, we must find out who did this! We must avenge our son!" The usually gentle and kind Mikoto's voice was now filled with anger and determination.

Her eyes burned with rage, her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, leaving bloody marks.

As Koki's father, Fugaku was also filled with pain and anger.

He held the sobbing Mikoto tightly in his arms, trying to comfort her with his strong and warm embrace.

However, his face turned extremely gloomy, making people feel depressed.

He gritted his teeth and silently vowed, "I will, Mikoto. I will not let anyone who hurts Koki get away with it. They must pay the price!"

Fugaku's voice was deep and firm, as heavy as a vow.

Fugaku's gaze slowly swept over the surroundings, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, like a cheetah lurking in the darkness, quietly waiting for its chance. Once it spotted its prey, it would attack without hesitation, never letting its guard down until the very last moment.

Shisui's silhouette revealed a sense of loneliness and fragility; the bitterness in his heart was no less than anyone else's pain.

When the doctor uttered those words of diagnosis, each one sharp as a knife, the suffocating pain nearly made him lose his balance.

Shisui's eyes filled with tears, but he swallowed his sorrow and looked at Mikoto, who was almost unconscious. He knew this was not the time to cry; he had to be strong.

He was willing to take Koki's place and bear the torment of this fate himself.

Overwhelmed by these turbulent emotions, Shisui suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyes, as if a thousand sharp needles were piercing his vision.

Shisui unconsciously covered his eyes with his hand, trying to soothe the sudden stinging sensation.

However, as he slowly moved his palm away, his gaze suddenly swept downwards, and he saw that his palm was stained with a striking red color.

Shisui's pupils contracted instantly, and his body involuntarily took several steps back until his back pressed against the wall, where he finally found some support.

At this critical moment, a familiar yet anxious voice suddenly rang in Shisui's ears. "Shisui, calm down!"

The owner of that voice was none other than Obito.

At this moment, Obito had already woken up at some point and was standing beside Shisui, his face so pale it was almost transparent.

Shisui slowly raised his head, his eyes fixed on Obito.

But soon, his gaze was drawn to the unusual expression on Obito's face.

Not only were there crystal-clear tears sliding down Obito's eye, but also bright red blood mixed in.

The two mingled together, continuously emerging from Obito's eye sockets, forming a chilling and horrifying eerie scene.

"Obito-nii... your eyes too..." Shisui's voice choked in his throat, and he could no longer utter a sound.

An ominous premonition welled up in Shisui's heart. This feeling was like a cold current running through his body, making him shiver involuntarily.

At the same time, a barely perceptible look of pain appeared on Obito's face, as if countless thoughts were entangled in his mind.

Obito gently touched his eyes, feeling the wetness at the corners. He was somewhat shocked, looking down at his hands, where his fingertips were stained with bright red blood, mingling with the tears streaming down his face, creating a heartbreaking scene.

Obito's mind raced back to everything that had just happened, memories flooding back like a tidal wave.

He remembered being lost in a deep dream, and now he was finally waking up from it.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to find himself surrounded by complete darkness.

When he reached out to touch it, he felt a soft white veil that tightly covered his eyes. He forcefully ripped off the blindfold, trying to see his surroundings.

As the blindfold was ripped off, the intense light stung his eyes, forcing him to close them tightly.

Obito blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden light. After a while, he was finally able to open his eyes again, and his blurry vision gradually became clear.

He saw himself lying on a white hospital bed, with various tubes inserted into his body, and some medical equipment making slight noises beside him.

The strong smell of disinfectant filled the air, making him feel suffocated.

Obito sat on the bed, feeling momentarily lost and helpless.

When he realized he was in a hospital, his first thought was to find out where Koki was.

Although Obito's body had not yet fully recovered, his inner longing made him unable to wait, and he eagerly wanted to know if Koki was alright.

Obito was extremely anxious. Without hesitation, he jumped off the hospital bed and rushed to the door.

However, as he walked down the corridor, he overheard the doctor's last words about Koki's injuries. "We can't be sure when he'll wake up; it all depends on his own recovery."

These words struck like a bolt from the blue, causing Obito to abruptly stop in his tracks.

He was as if struck by lightning; his entire body stiffened instantly, his face drained of color, his lips trembled slightly, and fear and despair flickered in his eyes.

"Koki..." Obito murmured softly, his voice filled with endless sorrow.

Tears blurred his vision, and it seemed as if the whole world had collapsed at that moment.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure— Shisui, covering his eyes, bent over in pain.

Obito's heart clenched instantly; he immediately realized that Shisui's eyes might be malfunctioning.

A heavy atmosphere permeated the hospital corridor, a mixture of sadness and tension that made it hard to breathe.

Just then, Mikoto seemed to suddenly realize something. She abruptly stopped crying, raised her head, and called out Shisui's name loudly through her sobs.

"Shisui!" Mikoto's voice was filled with anxiety and anticipation. Her bright eyes searched eagerly through the crowd, as if trying to find that familiar figure in the vast sea of people.

Upon hearing Mikoto's call, Shisui immediately responded, "I'm here!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly nodded to Obito, signaling them to go together.

However, Obito seemed to be bound tightly by an invisible force; his legs became incredibly heavy, as if he could not move an inch.

The inner conflict and self-blame surged like a raging tide, plunging him into an endless struggle.

Obito clearly remembered that Koki had suffered this disaster because she saved him, and he was afraid to face Mikoto, afraid to see the blame and disappointment in her eyes.

He worried that his presence would only bring Mikoto more pain and sorrow.