Uchiha Hiko looked at the figure who had stepped out. His body was covered in wounds; there was practically not a single spot without one.
When Bulma and the others saw this guy, they could not bear to keep looking and turned their heads away. But Hiko felt nothing of the sort. He clearly saw the man's face and his body riddled with wounds, and he truly had no idea how he had survived.
"Who is he?"
Uchiha Hiko looked at the man before him, who looked like a corpse yet was standing there alive, and felt furious. Someone actually dared to oppose him—something that had never happened before. But it would be dealt with soon enough.
"You don't know him?"
Hearing his question, the Patrol Team Captain felt somewhat depressed. Then, as if he had forgotten something, he slapped his forehead and spoke smugly.
"Oh, right, I nearly forgot. You don't know him, but I can tell you his name."
The Patrol Team Captain looked at him with an arrogant expression. Especially at a time like this, his manner made the most obvious issue all the clearer. Of course, he might have had other thoughts as well, but those were merely superficial matters. In other circumstances, it might have been another matter entirely.
After all, what was happening before them was not as simple as before. What mattered now was the improvement and growth of one's strength. Of course, it was not that simple. More than that, it was a balance between strengths, or finding more ways to make oneself stronger, even if such strength represented supreme power.
But there would always be strength capable of making many of the present problems clear. For example, the current situation was very easy to understand; after all, that was simply how