Grandfather and grandson had a heart-to-heart, and Sasuke got beaten up by his ancestor Hikari

Hyuga Hoze slammed his palm onto the stone table, splashing out half a cup of tea and startling the wind chimes in the corner of the courtyard into a jangling chorus.

"Hey! Hyuga Seigo, you little bastard! Stop running if you've got the guts!"

"Give it a rest, old man. Stop chasing me if you've got the guts."

He shot to his feet, gripping the wooden cane at his waist so tightly it creaked, the veins at his temples throbbing. That little brat actually dared to joke about his elder's private affairs!

"Do you think my cane is just for decoration?" The old man's beard and hair bristled as he made to swing it at him.

Qingwu was ready. With a quick shift, he had already retreated three paces, that punchable grin still on his face. "Calm down, Grandpa. I'm just concerned about growing the clan's population.

"Think about it. One more elder means a little more strength for the clan. You might even give me a genius uncle!"

"A genius uncle, my ass!" Hyuga Hoze huffed and glared, but he did not actually chase him.

He knew his grandson too well. For all his apparent disrespect, the boy understood things better than anyone.

Those remarks were probably a deliberate attempt to change the subject, keeping him from getting carried away over the Uchiha bloodline again.

With a heavy snort, he sat back down on the stone stool and took a huge gulp of tea, forgetting that his earlier slam had already knocked it cold. He choked and coughed repeatedly.

"Drink slowly, Grandpa." Seeing this, Qingwu hurried over and gently patted his back, his tone turning a little more restrained.

"I'll stop teasing you. What I really wanted to say is that I'll probably be traveling around for a while.