The so-called Shinobi of this world were far stronger than Nen users.
"Your strength falls quite a bit short now. If you don't keep improving, you'll become less and less useful," Hyuga Akira said flatly.
A flicker crossed Machi's cold face.
Hyuga Akira paid no attention to her reaction. These days, his subordinates needed to be at least as strong as a Jonin. If Machi couldn't keep up, she could only be discarded. He might even fuse her invitation ticket with something else.
Then she would truly die without leaving anything behind.
If Machi kept slacking off like this, Hyuga Akira would definitely abandon her and perhaps summon someone stronger.
He summoned people to help him, not to keep them around like ancestors to be worshipped.
Although the place he rented was spacious enough, it only occupied one floor. Ordinary guests would wait in the living room, though; most people wouldn't enter his bedroom.
Anyone who chose to wait for him in his bedroom therefore had something to hide.
Hyuga Akira pushed open his bedroom door and saw an unremarkable middle-aged man sitting upright in the chair at his desk.
Someone he had never seen before.
When the man saw Hyuga Akira, a cloud of smoke burst from his body, and his appearance suddenly changed.
"Hyuga Hikaru." Hyuga Akira regarded the person before him with amusement.
The person who had used the Transformation Technique to enter his home was Hyuga Hikaru, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.
Upon seeing Hyuga Akira, Hyuga Hikaru dropped to one knee before him. "My respects, Lord Hyuga Akira."
Hyuga Akira sat on the bed and asked curiously, "So why did you wait until now to come see me?"
He knew perfectly well that Hyuga Hikaru had returned to the village long ago.