"If I asked like this, would you put on a face that says, 'How would I know?'"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Hada Ichiba suddenly smiled as the white-haired young man in his eyes twitched his brow, then spoke again.
Without waiting for Chiba to react, he sighed, pinched his own face, and said, "So this time, I'll only ask one question. Was this face of mine natural, or did I get it later?"
This kid...
Was he still this hung up on it?
Looking at Hada Ichiba before him, Chiba's brows finally furrowed uncontrollably.
Was this my mistake?
A trace of helplessness then rose in his heart.
As for the matter of memories, he had already explained it when Hada Ichiba had first asked. He had never altered them.
Besides, no one in the entire Shinobi World could alter another person's memories.
Not even Uchiha Nobuhiko could do that.
Even the Sage of Six Paths and the World Will behind him could not alter memories. If the World Will could alter memories, then Uchiha Nobuhiko would not have been an issue at all, nor would transmigrators have posed any threat.
It was simply impossible.
He had already explained it clearly enough.
Yet he had never expected Hada Ichiba to distrust him so much, still believing that his memories had been altered.
For a moment, Chiba did not know what to say.
"What's wrong? This is an easy question to answer, isn't it?"
Seeing Chiba remain silent, Hada Ichiba narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke.
"The question itself is easy to answer. But the question behind it isn't so easy to answer, is it?"
Chiba drew in a slight breath, looked at Hada Ichiba, and spoke with a darkened expression.
"What's so hard to answer?"
Hearing this and