"Tut, tut, tut!"
In the Hyuga estate's training room, Hyuga Wuye lay sprawled on the wooden floor like a puddle of mud.
His eyes were lifeless, as if he'd been...
Two seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boys crouched beside him, looking thoroughly satisfied.
Hyuga Hiashi and Hyuga Hizashi.
"It's been so long since I've seen Sister fight so freely and thoroughly. Every punch hit flesh—unforgettable..."
Hyuga Hiashi shook his head smugly.
Hyuga Hizashi glanced at Wuye's handsome, despairing face and decided not to kick him while he was down, though he'd enjoyed the spectacle immensely.
Ah, those three years of misery... Finally, someone had returned to share the burden. Hahaha...
"Young Master Wuye, the clan head asks for you."
At that moment, a maid hurried into the room with quick little steps.
The Hyuga brothers' satisfied expressions froze as an all-too-familiar sense of dread swept over them again after several years.
"W-where...?" Hyuga Wuye asked haltingly.
The little maid secretly peeked at his handsome face, her cheeks turning red. "I-in the bath... inside..."
The Hyuga brothers: "..."
"I'm going right now!"
Hyuga Wuye instantly sprang back to life. Flipping to his feet, he did not even glance at the Hyuga brothers before vanishing from the training room like a gust of wind.
The Hyuga brothers stood there in disarray.
"Brother, do you think it's better that he came back, or that he didn't?"
Hyuga Hizashi gazed up at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle.
Hyuga Hiashi gathered up his shattered emotions and said through gritted teeth, "I think it would be best if there were no such person."
"But he's famous, and he's brought too many benefits to the clan. Besides..." Hyuga Hizashi lowered his head dejectedly. "Sister really likes him... I think the thing Sister regrets most is probably blurting out