"All right, all right. Don't talk about whether you're begging me or not. Just tell me already." Uchiha Hiko shook his head. He felt there was no need to explain these things to them.
It seemed that you still didn't know much about this village. In that case, why not let me explain it to you? What do you think?
The Second Prince seemed rather long-winded, but Uchiha Hiko thought there was no way to stop him, so he could only listen patiently.
"Fine, fine. Then hurry up and tell me. If what you say doesn't satisfy me, I really won't agree to it." His mood was quite unusual now, and Uchiha Hiko needed to gradually handle all these matters properly.
As he spoke, the Second Prince unfolded a map before them. It showed a village, seemingly drawn by his own hand.
"What is this? A map? Is it of this village? And why does it seem like there's something strange around it?" Uchiha Hiko was truly curious, but he saw a faint sparkle of anticipation in the Second Prince's eyes.
"Uchiha Hiko, why don't you guess who drew this?" As though waiting for praise, the Second Prince felt an invisible force pushing him onward.
"No need to guess. It wasn't you. I'll never believe you have that kind of artistic talent." Uchiha Itachi folded up the map, while the Second Prince beside him grew impatient, as though he wanted to snatch it back.
Afterward, the Second Prince told him that it had taken him a great deal of time. Perhaps no one else's efforts could compare to that single moment. He had hoped to receive Uchiha Hiko's praise, but it seemed that would not happen.
"All right, I understand. I never had that intention anyway. Hurry up and tell