With a knock at my new door, a civilian nurse poked her head in. “Doctor Amon, Kengo Uchiha, and his son Shisui Uchiha are here to see you for his consultation.”

I lifted my head from the sticks and papers I was working on. “Oh yes, please let them in,” I said, getting up to greet them. A mud clone of mine was still in the corner working, and I wondered if I should disperse him when a commotion outside took my attention.

“I can do it myself. Get your hands off me.”

Deciding to take a look, I saw a young man, I would guess in his early teens, and an adult man missing a leg standing in the hall. The nurse from before, along with the boy I assumed was Shisui, looked like they were trying to help Kengo, who had his back to me.

Kengo used his cane to swing at the two, and I saw Shisui’s reflexes kick in and move the nurse out of the way. Kengo, whose swing hit nothing but air, was caught off balance as his peg leg slipped from under him. Shisui tried to help, but with his arms still holding the nurse and Kengo’s cane in the way, I stepped in.

With two bandages, I used one to catch the man under the armpit while I used the other to reposition the peg leg. Before the man knew what had happened, I turned him around to face me. Staring back at me were a pair of ruby-three-tomoe sharingan eyes, showing me a storm of emotions.

“Hello Kengo, nice to see you again.”

“Amon, I don’t need any of your help,” Kengo said with the face of a man who didn’t know how he should feel.

“If so, then your consultation will be done in a flash. Come on in so we can argue about your health.” With a tongue click, he shook off my grasp and made his way to the office. I turned to Shisui and spoke, “By the way, son, you can’t keep her. She belongs to the hospital.” My comment earned me a chuckle from Kengo and a confused look from Shisui, who looked down and realized he was still holding onto an embarrassed-looking nurse. I turned and followed Kengo into my office while Shisui apologized to the young lady.

Walking in, I went to my seat while Kengo stood in the center of the room, staring at my clone, who was still working away. “I always knew you liked to keep to yourself, Amon, but isn’t this a bit much.”

“Are you and I about to fight, or have you finally discovered my masculine charm?” I said, sitting down. Kengo looked at me, confused by my comment. “Your Sharingan is still active.”

With a glare either at me or himself, he closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, he had his usual black eyes.

“Great, well done. Now, if you could take a seat, I know you Uchiha’s like to look down on others, but I would appreciate it if it was just metaphorically speaking”.

“One of these days, Amon, someone is going to cure you of your smart mouth.”

“Yeah, my money is on Danzo or Fugaku. Who do you think?” With a grunt, Kengo sat down, his son taking a seat beside him. Giving them a moment to settle down, I spoke, “So, what seems to be the issue?”

“There is nothing wrong with me.”

“Do I need to point out the peg leg or not?”

“Please, Mr.Amon, treat my father with more respect,” Shisui spoke up.

I looked over to Shisui, who bowed his head with his request and sighed. “You are Shisui Uchiha of the body flicker, correct?” Shisui nodded his head in confirmation. Well, I know your father too well to treat him respectfully, but I will try to be more patient with him if that works for you.”

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“It’s all I can ask, Thank you.”

“The leg is fine,” Kengo said.

“He’s having a hard time sleeping. He keeps waking up at night and sometimes-.”

“Shisui!” Kengo barked in anger, staring at his son, who looked away. “Coming here was a mistake.”

Kengo moved to get up, so I needed to take action. I slammed my hand on the desk, grabbing both of their attention. Looking at Kengo gave me my second symptom: “Do you have a hard time remembering things, and when was the last time you used Ninjutsu?”

Kengo said nothing, but Shisui answered, "Yes, he forgets stuff all the time, and I don’t know when he last used a Ninjutsu.”

“Before I lost my leg. There's no need to use any since then.”

“Do you believe that?”

“What do you mean by that? You going to blame us for the fox’s attack, too?”

“Do you feel like you are safe?”

“Is that a threat?”

“I’ll take that as a no,” I say, turning towards Shisui. “Welp, I know what’s wrong with your father.”

“Really?! That fast? What is it? Please tell me!” Shisui asked with hope burning in his eyes.

“For starters, he has a bad personality,” I stated matter of factly.

“Mr.Amon.” Shisui pouted at me while Kengo just scuffed and rolled his eyes but didn’t deny or insist he was fine.

“I said I would treat your father with more patience. I could have used harsher language, but I chose not to. His personality could be fixed with enough impacts to the face administered by a professional; however, I will have to do trial and error to discover the right dosage.”

“One of these days, Amon.”

"The second and third thing wrong with your father is that he has PTSD and venous chakra disease.”

“Hold on, what’s “venous chakra disease”?” Shisui asked with genuine concern.

“I swear, Amon If you are making another joke.”

“Your father is generating extra chakra because he subconsciously feels he is still in a fight-or-flight situation and has nowhere to put the excess amount. That’s why he keeps turning on his Sharingan,” I said as I pointed at Kengo, whose Sharingan had activated again. Kengo closed his eyes and, with a noticeable struggle, opened them to reveal his normal eyes.

“Um…okay, Is there medicine for this? How much is it? I can scrape together some funds.”

“There is a pill that will mask the symptoms, but I have a more fun way to solve this. Follow me.” I spoke, getting up and heading out of the room. I lead the two to the roof. I moved a bunch of drying linen out of the way using my chakra strings. “You two, opposite sides.” I pointed towards the area I cleared out. It shows how long their military careers have been and how quickly they both knew what I meant and took their places about twenty feet from each other. “Fireball, C-rank.”

Shisui looked unsure, but seeing his father begrudgingly following my command, he did so as well. Making the hand signs simultaneously, they both performed the fireball jutsu towards one another, and even though it was the same jutsu, and they were a father and son performing it, the difference between the two was obvious.

Shisui’s was a textbook example of the jutsu. Given his reputation, it was clear he was holding back, but even so, the flames were a brilliant orange, steady burn, and a powerful force.

In contrast, Shisui’s father’s fireball starts strong, telling of years of practice and use in battle, but the compliments end there as the differences quickly begin to show. The flames burned with a sickly yellow look to them; chakra flowed stuttering to perform the jutsu. The impact of it was flimsy.

If Shisui’s jutsu was a roaring flame, then Kengo’s was a shouting spark. Kengo tried to hang on, but performing the jutsu was too much for him. The two fireballs clashed in the air and pushed against one another briefly, but Kengo's buckled under Shisui’s pressure.

Shisui tried to cut off his jutsu in time, but even with his own sharingan active, he couldn’t predict Kengo’s sudden collapse. I moved to intervene. I used my bandaged, wrapped body to shoulder check, not Kengo but his jutsu, dispersing it with my impact while I cloaked my hand in chakra. I took control of Shisui’s fireball jutsu and batted it upwards to avoid causing any damage to the surroundings.

With the dispersing of Shisui’s jutsu, I was rewarded with his shocked face and the clicking of a tongue from Kengo. “What an unreasonable amount of chakra control.”

I moved back to where I was standing before while calling out, “Round two, Shisui, try not to cook your father, Kengo…do better.” After a moment for the two to settle, they tried again, Shisui’s being noticeably smaller while Kengo’s getting bigger. They did it a few more times, and every time, Kengo would improve as he shook off the rust. The chakra paths in his body did what he trained them to do. By the end, the two looked tired, but both father and son were performing the jutsu at the same level as Shisui was at the start.

I signaled the two to stop and walked over to Kengo. “Well, how do you feel.”

“Tired and sweaty…but better. The only way I can describe it is after stretching my muscles, which I didn’t know needed stretching.”

“Hmm, yes. This month, every day or two, I want you to perform the jutsu’s you know and feel comfortable with. Try your best to get back to where you were before the war. I want you to make notes for yourself about where you were, where you are now, and the progress you have made. I’ll schedule another appointment at the same time next month.”

“Will that fix the problem?”

“If you follow my instructions, it should either solve the problem or at least greatly diminish it. Contact me if the problem gets worse. Then we will have to run a test to narrow down what the problem is and take steps to resolve it.”

“Hmm, fine.” Was all Kengo said as he made to leave. Shisui bowed and offered his thanks. I cleaned up after the two and made to put the hospital linen back in place until I realized they were all more than dry. I quickly folded them all and turned them in at the nurse's station.