Shisui's Vow

After the elder left, Fugaku's gaze swept over everyone once more, his eyes filled with an unquestionable authority and solemnity.

He turned to Yashiro and said in a deep, firm voice, "Brother Yashiro, after Koki wakes up, what he needs isn't excessive attention or disturbance, but a quiet space where he can recover. Please lead everyone back first. Later, I will go back and hold a meeting where we need to discuss the next steps in detail."

Yashiro nodded seriously and replied in a solemn tone, "Understood, Chief. I will make proper arrangements for the clansmen and villagers, and will absolutely not allow them to cause excessive disturbance to Koki."

Fugaku nodded in satisfaction; he had always had a deep sense of trust in Yashiro.

After all, the Yashiro had always been a pillar of the Uchiha Clan and one of his most trusted people. He possessed outstanding leadership skills and a strong sense of responsibility.

However, Fugaku still gave a special instruction. "Also, you must treat those who come to visit well, whether they are our clansmen or villagers of Konoha."

"Understood." Yashiro solemnly agreed again, then glanced at Fugaku one last time, as if making a decision, before resolutely turning and leaving.

As the Yashiro figure gradually disappeared into the distance, Kakashi stood still for a moment, his eyes calm, as if he were thinking about something.

Kakashi knew that the most urgent thing now was to find out the truth about Koki's attack. Although he wanted to take care of Koki as soon as possible, Kakashi was even more curious about what the Yashiro Gourd was up to.

So he made an excuse, saying he had other tasks to attend to, and left in a hurry.

Obito's eyes followed Kakashi's retreating figure intently, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

Obito's intuition told him that Kakashi would never easily abandon Koki and leave alone; he must have made some discovery or was planning to carry out some important operation.

This incident is very likely related to the attack on Koki. A ruthless glint flashed in Obito's eyes as he silently followed.

Shisui watched Obito and Kakashi's retreating figures with a deep gaze, seemingly lost in his own world, plotting something.

In the pristine white hospital room, Koki lay quietly on the soft bed. His once healthy and rosy skin was now as pale as snow, devoid of any color, and his lips were only slightly pale, as if all life had been drained away.

His body was surrounded by various medical devices, with transparent IV tubing and monitoring lines wrapped around his slender arms and chest.

The monitor by the bedside emitted a regular beeping sound, like a heartbeat, indicating the faint rhythm of his life.

The doctor stood by the bed, holding the medical record in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed and his expression grave. He was explaining in detail to Fugaku, Mikoto, Shisui, and the others about Koki's condition and the subsequent treatment plan.

"The patient's condition is currently very unstable. We must closely monitor his various indicators, including respiratory rate, blood pressure, heart rate, etc., to prevent any emergencies." After saying this, the doctor sighed softly, seemingly very worried about Koki's condition.

Shisui listened attentively to the doctor's words, but his gaze never left Koki's pale face.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, his heart filled with endless pain and self-blame. He felt that it was all because he had failed to protect Koki.

Then, Shisui slowly walked to the bedside and gently held Koki's cold fingers, as if trying to transfer the warmth from his body to the other person.

He called softly, "Koki... I'm here..." However, Koki did not respond; his eyes were closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Shisui felt a pang of pain in his heart as he looked at Koki's haggard face. He couldn't help but reach out and stroke Koki's cheek, feeling his warmth, and tears streamed down his face involuntarily.

After the doctor left, the atmosphere in the ward became even more somber, as cold and icy as frost in the dead of winter.

Shisui glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost dinnertime. Apart from the occasional footsteps, the hospital corridor was almost completely silent.

He turned to Mikoto and Fugaku and said, "You've both had a long day; you should go back and rest. I'll keep watch here."

Mikoto gently shook her head, her eyes filled with reluctance and worry. "I'm worried. I want to stay here with Koki."

Her eyes were filled with tears, and her gaze never left Koki on the hospital bed; she clearly did not want to leave easily.

Shisui hesitated for a moment, then said, "I know you're worried about Koki, but what about Itachi? He's so smart, what will he think if we're not home?"

Shisui's words touched Mikoto's heartstrings. She knew Shisui was right; although Itachi was young, he had already shown extraordinary insight and intelligence.

She dared not reveal a single thing about Koki's attack to Itachi. She was already thankful that she could keep it from him. If she and Fugaku were not home tonight, Itachi would definitely sense that something was wrong.

Fugaku chimed in, "Mikoto, Shisui is right. You should go home first. At least it will put Itachi's mind at ease. Besides, you need rest so you can better take care of Koki."

Mikoto hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and agreed to go home.

She walked to Koki's bedside, gently stroked his hair, and said softly, "Koki, you have to be strong. Mom will come to see you again tomorrow."

Shisui turned to Fugaku and said, "The most important thing now is to find the culprit who hurt Koki."

A resolute glint flashed in Fugaku's eyes, and he nodded. Clearly, Shisui's suggestion coincided with his own inner resolve.

He said to Shisui, "You're right. I'll go back and investigate this body. I won't let any clue slip by. Once I find out who did it, I'll make them pay the price."

"Okay, don't worry about this."

With Mikoto and Fugaku gone, the large hospital room fell silent once again.

Shisui sat quietly by Koki's bedside, his gaze never leaving Koki for a moment.

As the clock hands quietly moved, Shisui silently got up and gently took a basin of steaming water from the table.

He carefully took out a piece of flannel, gently dampened it, and then carefully wrung it out, his movements exceptionally gentle.

Shisui returned to Koki's side and carefully wiped Koki's face.

His fingertips gently glided over Koki's pale, paper-like skin, each touch filled with boundless tenderness.

The towel gently brushed across Koki's forehead, then slowly slid down to his tightly closed eyelids, as if to tell him that the gentleness in the world is nothing more than this.

After Shisui finished all this, he quietly gazed at Koki, his eyes filled with concern.

He slowly lowered himself down, gently touching Koki's forehead with both hands, as if measuring his body temperature, or as if conveying his warmth.

Then, his hand gently and tenderly traced Koki's cheek, as if he wanted to encapsulate all the beauty in the world within it and give it to Koki.

This touch was so light it seemed nonexistent, yet it lingered as if it were piercing through the thin veil of time.

However, hidden within this endless tenderness lies a ruthlessness and decisiveness that cannot be ignored.

In a corner where no one could see her, Shisui's face had completely lost its usual gentleness and peace.

His eyes revealed an icy coldness and unwavering determination, while the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, outlining a chilling smile.

Koki's injury was like a sharp blade, piercing deep into his heart and stirring up the most primal anger and resentment within him.

A heavy shadow seemed to hang over his brows, like an unyielding mass of ink, sending chills down one's spine.

Those eyes, once as clear as lake water, now gleamed with a cold light, like the silver moon in a winter night, radiating a chill.

This was a gaze no one had ever seen before, icy and resolute, the rage of the Uchiha Clan's bloodline.

Shisui clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. His lips were pressed together, forming a hard line that revealed the uncontrollable anger and hatred in his heart.

At this moment, he was no longer that gentle and kind boy, but an avenger.

His heart was filled with a deep-seated hatred for the murderer. That hatred was like a raging fire, raging in his chest and turning his usual gentleness and tolerance to ashes.

He vowed to find the person who hurt Koki, and that he would make that person feel the same pain and despair, no matter what it took.

However, after a brief period of losing control, Shisui took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

As time passed, his expression gradually returned to its usual calm, but the determination and resolve in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"Koki, don't worry, no matter how long it takes, I will never let the person who hurt you get away with it." Shisui's voice was deep and firm, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, like a sharp sword.

"Whoever dares to lay a hand on you, I will make them pay tenfold, a hundredfold!"

At this moment, Shisui had made up his mind to prove with his actions that no one could easily cross his bottom line.

The vow made by Shisui was like a flame in ice, both fiery and cruel.