When Fugaku finally returns home, he feels drained and emotionless. Like he just spent the whole night and morning in torture chambers and not the Konoha Hospital. In any other case, after what happened yesterday, he would freshen up and head to the Police Station. There was still lingering unrest between civilians and shinobi alike. His job as head of the police was to keep the fragile balance and order.

Not today, however. Just as he left the hospital, Fugaku sent a message that he would be taking a day off. Something unheard of. Something he would never have done in a million years.

But Fugaku had no energy or will to even try and keep himself composed. Just as the door of his home closed behind the man 's back, he dropped the mask of calm. Carefully Fugaku shrugged off the jonin vest to the floor. Then pulled off his shoes and walked down the corridor like a brainless zombie.