Hiroki did not set out immediately.
A hunter needed absolute patience and perfect camouflage before making a move.
The enemy he faced was not like those small fry from before, nor were they natives who suffered from an information gap against him.
This time, he was up against an enemy who knew his future. No amount of caution was excessive.
But waiting indefinitely was something Hiroki simply could not endure.
Hiroki knew full well that while a thief might steal for a thousand days, no one could guard against a thief for a thousand days. If he kept waiting at all times, there would inevitably be moments when he let his guard down or was unprepared. The other side might just launch a surprise attack then.
Even though he had planted a marker in Minato's head, there was no guarantee it could warn him of the other side's ambush at every moment!
After all, with the Flying Thunder God, even the greatest distance could be crossed in virtually an instant.
So—he might as well take the initiative and attempt an ambush himself. If he truly could not win, he could try using ninjutsu to hold the other side back, then use the Flying Thunder God to teleport home!
Having made his decision, Hiroki took a deep breath, turned around, and teleported into his house.
He thoroughly cleaned up his slovenly appearance, which had resulted from a month of hellish, nonstop training.
Then he changed into a brand-new ceremonial Hokage robe, white with red trim, making his black eyes seem even deeper.
He had emerged from seclusion.
Of course, before doing so, there was one final matter: fabricating evidence.
Hiroki had thought of this even before developing his ninjutsu.
After all, few people in Konoha had likely noticed that Hiroki's Kekkei