He had tossed it over at the time. Otherwise, Hyuga Hinata definitely would not have acted like this toward him. "Bickering and fooling around all day—what kind of behavior is that? Hurry up and clean this up." The clan chief sat leisurely on a stool nearby, with something seemingly dangling from his mouth, forming a stark contrast with them.
"Why aren't you cleaning up too? Clan Chief, I feel like this should be your job." Uchiha Hikaru felt three black lines forming across his face, but he still worked diligently without ever uttering a complaint.
He was clearly the chief of a clan—how could he lower himself to do such things? But when Uchiha Hikaru told the clan chief about the First Prince's respect for him, the clan chief did not believe it at first.
"Hey, Uchiha Hikaru, don't you dare joke about the First Prince. I can't guarantee what might happen afterward." The clan chief constantly reminded him, because he at least understood these basic principles of conduct.
"I should be the one saying that to you. Clan Chief, I think you should work with us too, or those old bones of yours are going to fall apart." Uchiha Hikaru thought of the old Village Chief. Though he was already very old, he was still going strong.
As long as the two of them could maintain their original condition, they could keep going. Otherwise, they would surely be forgotten by the world.
After coming to this world, Uchiha Hikaru had actually done many things. He had become widely known, especially in the First Prince's country and within his own clan. From the very beginning, he had known what his strength was like.
"I never expected you to fob me off in this way. Sigh, these old bones of mine