Hyuga Akira smiled at these people. In the coming war, the nobles would indeed be crucial.
Despite being the most useless bunch, they controlled the strongest people. These people could determine the fate of the entire country.
But the leader of this country, the one above all the nobles, was him.
"I can't wait."
"What will your dying screams sound like?"
Besides, he was counting on these people for his home.
The next morning.
With Hyuga Xia Nai helping him dress, his original body put on expensive clothes for the first time and entered the Hyuga Clan's grounds.
The Main Family's original meeting room had been reduced to dust, so they had found another relatively large room.
The important members of the branch family knelt on either side, watching Hyuga Akira walk slowly into the room and head straight to the seat of honor.
Unlike the others, who knelt, he sat with one leg folded and the other knee raised. He looked around at the kneeling people, a brilliant smile on his face.
"Good morning, everyone."
Hyuga Xia Nai knelt behind him to his left, indicating that she belonged to him.
"Good morning, Clan Head," everyone said in unison.
Hyuga Akira now fully deserved his position as clan head. Only Hyuga Dema, seated to his left, looked as sour as a durian and had not said a word from beginning to end.
Hizashi Hyuga sat to his right with his head lowered, cautious and careful.
Although he was not part of the Main Family, he was the last blood descendant of the clan head's line. In theory, he should have stood with those Main Family members and died with them.
Hyuga Akira turned toward Hizashi Hyuga and asked in surprise, "Hizashi, how come you didn't die last night?"
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