"This young lady is probably the prettiest in our village, but she still has work at the Textile Association, and she has to get up early tomorrow to dye cloth. We can't exactly force her to go pick up Master Roshi for us."
Hearing her words, Uchiha Hikaru nodded thoughtfully, then turned to Bulma and asked, "Don't you know the president of the Textile Association? Can't you ask her to give Miss Kobayashi a day off?"
Uchiha Hikaru's question stumped Bulma. She turned around with a hint of confusion on her face and said, "Miss Kobayashi already refused. If I go ask her president instead, wouldn't that be disrespecting her decision? How could I do that?"
Hearing Bulma speak so righteously, Uchiha Hikaru felt like laughing. He did not know whether he should be glad that Bulma was so principled or sigh over how inflexible she was. Still, the problem before them had to be solved. He turned to Bulma, smiled, and asked, "Bulma, do you trust me?"
Although Bulma did not understand what he meant, her trust in Uchiha Hikaru was ingrained deep in her bones. She nodded again.
Uchiha Hikaru looked at her gently, placed both hands on Bulma's shoulders, and met her eyes. Smiling, he said, "Then I need you to help me with something first. Are you willing?"
Although Uchiha Hikaru had not told her what kind of help he needed, the person speaking to her was Uchiha Hikaru, the man she had always trusted and loved. She felt that no matter what the problem was, she could solve it. She nodded solemnly and said to him, "Don't worry, Hikaru. No matter what task you give me, I'll do my best to complete it. Tell me first—what do you need me to do? I'll do everything