"Oh? That doesn't sound like what you were saying just now. You said you wanted to fight me and give me a good scolding, but now you want to shake hands and make peace? That won't do."
Although the boy's martial arts had a certain likable flair, Uchiha Hikaru could tell that he had great potential and could be gradually taught in the future.
He was also an excellent prospect for martial arts training. It was just that his arrogant, overbearing manner was truly irritating—irritating enough to make someone want to punch him.
He did not know how to speak properly either, always saying things that choked people up. Still, Uchiha Hikaru did not particularly mind. He knew that although the boy spoke like that, he was actually sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, warm inside.
"You brat, what kind of talk is that? I'm older than you, and though I can't bully you, I still gave you some leeway during our spar just now. So know when to quit. Why do you have to haggle over every little thing?"
"And from what I can see, your martial arts are quite good. We could work together perfectly. How about we become good friends and cooperate? You wouldn't have to stay in this deserted forest anymore. How boring would that be?"
Obviously, Uchiha Hikaru wanted to take the little boy with him. But he also knew that if the boy had any concerns, they would surely be about his master. His master had sent him to do this job, and if he failed to complete it, he would definitely receive the appropriate punishment.
But Uchiha Hikaru did not see it that way. He felt that if the boy truly made up his mind to do something, no one could stop him. During their exchange