Very quickly, Shiro and Naruto straightened out their clothes and prepared to head for the Hyuga clan.
Shiro wore a white Tang suit embroidered with golden patterns, simple yet gorgeous.
Of course, strictly speaking, a Tang suit did not count as formal wear. A kimono did. But who was going to argue when Shiro had the bigger fist?
Aside from the first few times it had caused some controversy, people later came to understand that a Tang suit counted as formal wear for Shiro. Under the pressure of Shiro's overwhelming martial strength, not many people voiced objections.
Unlike Shiro's Tang suit, Naruto wore a vest—a Jonin-style green vest, the kind better suited for combat. In truth, for an ordinary spar like this, the training jacket he usually wore would have been enough.
After all, the Jonin vest had many places meant for storing ninja tools, and the fight between the two of them clearly would not reach that point. It was just that all of Naruto's jackets were dirty, so he had to make do.
"Patriarch Emiya, please come inside. The clan head is already waiting for you within."
Shiro and Naruto had just arrived at the Hyuga estate when an attendant who had been waiting there early quickly stepped forward, bowed, and spoke respectfully.
"Very well. Thank you."
"It is my duty."
After passing through the winding corridors of the Hyuga clan, Shiro and Naruto arrived in the reception room. There, the two brothers, Hiashi and Hizashi, had long since been seated and waiting.
"You're both here? Looks like you've made your decision completely." As Shiro led Naruto to sit down, he smiled and spoke.
Hiashi sighed. "Yes. Times have changed, and the Hyuga clan must change as well. If we continue clinging to the empty title of noble