On the bustling streets, nearly everyone was discussing the news of Mirai's defection from the village—like the remarks mentioned above, and far worse. When you were down and out, others would kick you a few more times; when you succeeded, they would think about clinging to you; when you met with disaster, they would quickly cut ties with you.
There were only two people in the residence and martial arts training hall. One of them was a young girl dressed in a black fishnet bodysuit.
Opposite the young girl stood a stern middle-aged man. He lightly parried her attacks, defusing them one by one. Occasionally, he counterattacked, but his fingers only stopped before the girl's chakra points instead of actually touching her.
"Yasuda, stop." The middle-aged man slapped his palm against the wooden floor, then spoke softly. Looking at Yasuda, who was drenched in sweat, he nodded slightly.
Asada happened to have recovered from his injuries today, so he suggested training with his father, Hyuga Hiashi. After their previous bout, Hyuga Hiashi was surprised to find that his strength had improved considerably, which greatly pleased him.
"Yes, Father." Ikeda stopped, then bowed to Hyuga Hiashi. He hesitated as he looked at him, clearly wanting to say something, but too embarrassed to speak.
Hyuga Hiashi understood Yoda's personality well and knew that Yoda must have something to say. He asked, "Yoda, is there something you want to tell me?"
"Ah... yes, Father." Asada's face reddened as he stammered, "My injuries have healed. Mirai's brother came back to see me a few mornings ago, but he didn't come today. I want to see him and find out whether something happened to him..."
Hearing Yokota's request and seeing Yokota's expression, Hyuga Hiashi could not help frowning. Thinking of the news he had received