Uchiha Hikaru smiled. Sure enough, just like some companies on Earth, there were all sorts of procedures just to meet someone. Of course, it was understandable—they couldn't meet just anyone, in case it caused trouble.
"I really don't have one."
Uchiha Hikaru shrugged, looking helpless.
"Ah? I'm sorry, sir. In that case, please wait a moment while I ask the chairman."
"Uh..." Uchiha Hikaru suddenly thought of a problem. He wasn't famous right now, so even if Netero heard his name, he would probably assume he was some other annoying nobody.
But he was extremely familiar with the people of this world, so he said directly, "You can tell him that Ging Freecss's friend is here to see him about something."
The receptionist nodded and quickly reported it upstairs. Sure enough, once Ging Freecss's name was mentioned, the way was clear.
Taking the elevator to the top floor, Uchiha Hikaru had barely entered the chairman's office when he saw Netero sitting there, doing some kind of exercise.
No, it seemed to be yoga. He really didn't know why the old man had such a peculiar hobby.
Wasn't yoga something women usually learned?
Women were generally soft and flexible, while men were called tough guys because their muscles and bones were hard—the harder, the better. That way, the vital energy and blood they generated could surge more fiercely.
Was this old fool only thinking of practicing yoga now because he was about to die of old age?
Uchiha Hikaru said nothing. He merely watched Chairman Netero practice slowly. He had plenty of time, so he could just treat the old man like a clown putting on a ridiculous performance.
When the old man finally finished and sat cross-legged on his mat, he looked at Uchiha Hikaru with an amused expression. "Ging