- Then I won't take up any more time," Hizashi stood up, bowing in farewell.
- Wait, but to inflict Iyaku with a fuin? - I stopped him. - We've been talking for quite a while here, and unless there's a good reason to do it, having observers would raise questions.
- Wouldn't that take even more time? - the guest wondered.
- Not in this case," I said, standing up from the table and walking over to a cabinet with many boxes.
When I found the right one, I pulled out a sheet of paper and turned to Hizashi.
- Now I'm going to ask you to bare your torso.
Hyuga dropped the top of his clothes to his waist without question, and I slapped the seal on his skin, activating it with a pulse of chakra. The ink glowed and flared blue, burning the paper, but it didn't disappear, instead spreading across the shinobi's body as if I'd drawn it by hand, extinguishing only when it was finished. All that was left was the medical chakra, which I did in a couple minutes.
- That fast? I've been told it takes a lot longer than that," the guest who had been watching the whole process said in surprise.
- It's cheaper to paint on the body, but it's more expensive," I told him, "Now we can say goodbye, and I'll see you around, Mr. Hisashi.
It's also a great opportunity to appreciate the upper ninety percent of Hyuga's many beauties.
- All the best," he bowed his head.
After following this troublesome guest to the door, I sat back down at the table and let myself ponder the one question that had been on my mind throughout my conversation with the future local revolutionary - did Hishi Hyuga really die, given his power and knowledge, especially if he had planned his own death?
Even I can make an exact double of myself with the right body and time, or I can pretend to be a natural corpse for about a week with the help of some medicines and techniques with only minor consequences, which even for a regular iryonin can be solved in a couple of hours, so who prevented old man Hishi from doing it?
All he had to do was sacrifice a Byakugan, which is extracted after death from the main branch of the clan, and getting ordinary eyes for the transplant was no problem. I bet the old shinobi has a stockpile of different organs as large as mine.
I doubt I'll ever know the truth, but now I have to continue my work, and I'll visit Shenesu in the evening - only a complete idiot would run to the report right after visiting Hizashi.
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