When it came to solving problems with force, Uchiha Hikaru was quite confident in himself. In the entire world of pirates, he considered himself to have few equals. After sparring with an admiral while both held back, the only reason he had not crowned himself with the word "invincible" was because he was modest and low-key.
However, since he intended to build up an organization, not everything could naturally be resolved through force.
Just the current issue in Dressrosa was already giving Hikaru a headache. Coordinating all sides and ensuring that hundreds of thousands of people could survive on a scorched wasteland—and live on with hope—had him racking his brains. The supplies dispatched from various places could barely keep Dressrosa afloat for a while, but for Dressrosa to survive without relying on aid, it would need at least more than a year to recover.
Yet the pieces Hikaru had planted throughout the seas had actually been uprooted. Although Law had uncovered a few leads, every one of those countries was squeaky clean, without a single stain. Hikaru could not help but wonder: just who was interfering with his reconstruction of Dressrosa?
Or perhaps they were merely targeting him?
Niji, lying on the ground, naturally had no idea that his meddling had made him a suspect. With Dressrosa in such dire straits, anyone who made even the slightest move would be treated by Hikaru as a potential enemy.
"?" Niji frowned but did not answer. However, the puzzled look on his face made Hikaru understand. Either he was acting, or he truly did not know.
Buzz!
The next moment, a faint gleam shone from Hikaru's pupils. The Uchiha Clan's Dojutsu, with its power of mental control, was unleashed. Niji, who had been looking directly into Hikaru's eyes, was caught off guard