At a time like this, Uchiha Hikaru told him that these soldiers usually spent their days drinking and making merry with the Second Prince, leaving them no spare time to train.
As more and more people joined over time, their numbers looked enormous on the surface, but in truth, they were nothing more than a disorganized rabble with no real fighting strength.
That was why Uchiha Hikaru had decided to use his small force to test their mettle. At worst, both sides would suffer losses.
That way, the First Prince could be protected, and Uchiha Hikaru could take him back to his own territory in time.
"I don't have time to rest for several more days. If I leave now, the Imperial Throne will already belong to the Second Prince." The First Prince shook his head frantically.
He was utterly unwilling to be reduced to an ordinary man. Once the Second Prince ascended the throne, he would certainly wipe out all of their forces in one stroke.
Ever since childhood, he had known that the Second Prince was an exceptionally vicious man. Now, he was even capable of being this ruthless toward his own brother.
"Don't worry, First Prince. I haven't even told you yet—there are plenty of things we can still do." Uchiha Hikaru told him that this was merely the worst possible outcome.
There were countless better outcomes waiting ahead, and as long as they wanted to find them, they could certainly achieve the best result.
At that moment, the First Prince grew even more curious, because he had no idea what kind of outcome Uchiha Hikaru was about to propose.
Whether the outcome was good or bad, the First Prince could accept it, because he had clearly realized that Uchiha Hikaru was someone who was always right.