Though Bulma was angry, and her research had been interrupted, she was incredibly happy, because Uchiha Hikaru had never forgotten her from beginning to end.
Although a year had not yet passed, she was afraid that the end of that year was drawing near. She feared that once it was over, her heart would begin to ache terribly.
That feeling—painful to speak of, yet impossible to say aloud—seemed to be whispering in her ear even now.
"Thank you. I want to work on my research first."
Without waiting for Uchiha Hikaru to say anything else, Bulma took the initiative and said that before lowering her head and returning to her research.
The day passed slowly. Uchiha Hikaru did not idle around either. He spent the day practicing martial techniques, and he was so absorbed that even he was surprised by himself.
Of course, the most important thing was the improvement of his strength. Without greater strength, no matter how much he said, it would all be futile. No matter how many things he had, they would seem useless.
"Research really is important in the end."
Watching Bulma remain buried in her research, Uchiha Hikaru had no desire to disturb her. He only wanted her to focus wholeheartedly on it. Changes at times like this were indeed the most shocking.
But no matter how important research was, what could it really do? In the end, it could not surpass his genius, nor could it break through the limits of his abilities.
He was like someone who had shattered the boundaries and appeared in this place. Looking at everything around him, unchanged as it was, it felt as though all things had grown quiet, while everything nearby became unbelievably strange.
At that moment, Bulma was like a diligent young girl obsessed with