What was the trouble with becoming famous? Uchiha Hikaru had experienced it before. No matter where he went, countless eyes watched him, accompanied by endless flowers and praise.
But that was nothing. What lay before him now was what truly left him speechless.
After Hikaru and Law entered the capital, they found the streets filled with people dressed just like him, wearing white Uchiha clan-style clothing emblazoned with the Uchiha clan crest.
Hikaru could neither laugh nor cry. Uchiha clan clothing was not supposed to be white; he had changed his own clothes to white because he liked the color. He had never expected to spark such a trend in this world, with countless people starting to imitate him. If another Uchiha clan member somehow crossed over here, would they mistake this place for Konoha?
Law winked at Hikaru with a teasing look. He had not expected so many people to imitate Hikaru either, to the point that clothing stores could barely keep up with demand. Major garment factories were desperately increasing production of Uchiha clan outfits.
"Cough, cough! This is good too." Hikaru nodded and said to Law, "It makes it easier for me to hide my tracks. After all, there are 'Uchiha Hikarus' all over the streets now. Even if I stood right in front of someone and told them I was Uchiha Hikaru, they probably wouldn't believe me."
The mouthful of tea Law had just taken instantly sprayed out, and he burst into laughter.
They were currently in a shop, preparing to sell off a large haul of treasure and goods. The shop owner receiving them had been sprayed all over with Law's tea.
"Sorry, sorry!" Law hurriedly apologized politely, though he was still making faces at Hikaru.
The shop owner wiped the tea from his clothes