The calm, confident expression on Uchiha Hiko's face left everyone around him stunned once again. There was always something about this godlike young man that made them trust him for no apparent reason. Every word he said made people want to believe him without reason.
No one knew—not even Hiko himself—that the Uchiha Family's Dojutsu possessed abilities such as charm, control, and hypnosis. Hiko's Dojutsu had already evolved to its utmost limit, reaching a realm beyond even the ultimate Rinnegan. Thus, his Dojutsu had returned to his very being, naturally giving him a charisma that drew others toward him.
It was a sense of resonance born from recognition. Unless someone had an eccentric and sinister disposition, they generally would not reject Hiko's natural, subconscious charm.
Its influence was not great, but whenever Hiko made a decision, it often helped draw others to his side.
"My lord, what have you prepared?" King Riku asked cautiously, not even daring to raise his voice too much.
Hiko turned to Fujitora. He had intended to wave him over, but remembering that the man was blind, he did not waste the gesture and simply said, "Hey! Come over. I need you to handle this."
Ever since hearing that Uchiha Hiko was willing to intervene and save Dressrosa, Fujitora had regarded the young man even more highly. He had already been paying close attention to what was happening here, and when he heard that Uchiha Hiko had long prepared a response to this disaster, his heart jolted again. He had no idea what this young man was planning.
"Just tell me what it is!" Fujitora said. "As long as it is within this old man's power, as long as I can contribute to rebuilding Dressrosa, I will brave mountains of blades and seas of fire without