"By the way, what was that Dragon Ball matter your master mentioned before? He said he would give me the Dragon Ball in the end, but I haven't seen any trace of it."
Uchiha Hikaru was doubtful about the Dragon Ball they had mentioned before. When that master had told him to come looking for his disciple, he had said he would hand the Dragon Ball over to Hikaru. Yet there was still no sign of it, which was rather suspicious.
"Ah, that's what my master said. When the two of us wander the jianghu together later on, you'll gradually discover the Dragon Ball. Even he doesn't know where it is, but in the end, it'll be given to you."
Only then did Uchiha Hikaru understand that even that master had no idea where the Dragon Ball was. Sending him into this remote mountain forest to find his disciple had merely been a pretext built around the Dragon Ball.
"That rotten old man really had no good intentions, did he? So he had me find you because he wanted to dump you on me. Turns out you're just the little disciple he didn't want."
Uchiha Hikaru finally saw the situation for what it was. Still, he did not feel particularly discouraged. At the very least, having an extra pair of hands by his side meant someone could help him out.
After hearing this, the scholar merely lowered his head and dared not speak. He felt deeply wronged, and Uchiha Hikaru's hurtful words made him unbearably sad.
Who would want to be someone abandoned by others? But there was nothing to be done; that was the truth. The scholar understood it in his heart, but he had never been willing to express such painful feelings.
"Look at how timid you are.