"I've seen that man before. He's the genius youth who defeated the Red Ribbon Army."
A guardian spirit suddenly spoke up. He seemed to know about the great battle from before and was very familiar with Uchiha Hikaru. The familiar look on his face explained everything; it was obvious that he knew it all.
He also knew the current situation extremely well. As for other matters, he probably understood those clearly too, but they were not things he should mention.
"What? He's the genius youth who defeated the Red Ribbon Army? I never expected him to be so young!"
A wrinkled old man stared solemnly at Uchiha Hikaru in the sky. He was extremely curious about Hikaru, especially his identity, as though he had never understood it before and had only just begun to think it over carefully.
"That's right."
The middle-aged man confirmed it again. He seemed very confident in Uchiha Hikaru, especially in the honor of his youthful talent.
Everyone had once been strong, but it was truly rare to see someone as young as the youth before them. After all, being young meant having unimaginably more opportunities than anyone else, especially at a time like this. It was simply beyond imagination, because strength did not explain everything.
Having more opportunities represented a height that people could hardly imagine, a level of ability that was impossible to believe in—a height ordinary people would not even dare to contemplate.
"Then who's that guy covered in blue flames? Why do I feel like he's incredibly strong—stronger even than that member of the Red Ribbon Army?"
The older man looked doubtfully at the wounded figure before him. He desperately wanted to know who he was, how he could possess such terrifying strength. It would be wonderful if he could join their