The calm, confident expression on Uchiha Hikaru's face left everyone around him stunned once again. There was always something about this godlike young man that made them trust him for no apparent reason. Whenever he spoke, people simply found themselves wanting to believe him.
No one knew—not even Hikaru himself—that the Uchiha clan's Dojutsu possessed abilities such as charm, control, and hypnosis. Hikaru's Dojutsu had evolved to its utmost limit, reaching a realm even higher than the ultimate Rinnegan. As a result, his Dojutsu had returned to simplicity and become part of his very being, naturally giving him a charisma that drew others close.
It was a resonance born of recognition. Unless someone had a strange and sinister temperament, they generally would not reject Hikaru's innate, subconscious charm.
Its influence was not particularly strong, but whenever Hikaru made a decision, it often helped draw others over to his side.
"My lord, what have you prepared?" King Riku asked cautiously, not even daring to raise his voice.
Hikaru turned to Fujitora. He had originally intended to beckon, but then remembered that the man was blind, so he did not waste the gesture and spoke directly. "Hey! Come over. I need you to handle this."
Ever since hearing that Uchiha Hikaru was willing to intervene and save Dressrosa, Fujitora had regarded the young man even more highly. He had already been keeping an eye on this side, and when he heard Hikaru say he had long prepared for this disaster, his heart gave another jolt. He had no idea what the young man was planning.
"Just tell me what you need!" Fujitora said. "As long as it is within my power, as long as I can contribute to rebuilding Dressrosa, I will brave any danger without hesitation!"
Hikaru waved a hand. "It's