Uchiha Hikaru stared coldly at the Fate before him, and Fate stared back at him.
"I didn't even get to see that guy one last time before you destroyed him. What a pity. Still, I should thank you for killing him for me."
The black robe behind Fate instantly fell away, fully revealing his body. There were far too many horrifying wounds on him. It was hard to imagine how they had been inflicted. By all rights, they should have healed after some time, yet this man looked as though recovery was impossible.
"No need to thank me, because you'll be killed by me too."
Uchiha Hikaru looked at Fate without feeling anything in particular. He merely watched him naturally, his gaze as calm as ever.
Nothing about his usual demeanor had changed, especially not at this moment. Of course, all of this still needed to be handled properly.
Even the things that seemed difficult to deal with were actually very simple, especially the problems arising at this moment. They could be handled with ease.
After all, these were matters that had already been dealt with clearly and thoroughly over a long period of time, not imperfectly handled issues from some other time.
"Then I'm very much looking forward to it. I, Fate, am Heaven's favored child. I'd really like to see how you plan to kill me. Hahaha!"
Fate's voice was ancient and weathered, and his laughter carried an especially chilling quality.
At this moment, that sound was even more terrifying, as though they were hearing something dreadful. It was utterly frightening, completely at odds with anything ordinary.
Uchiha Hikaru looked at this so-called Fate, the strongest member of the Red Ribbon Army ten years ago, now appearing once more. He did not know why Fate had returned, but