Chapter 10 : Princess of the Aburame clan

"What ninjutsu do you want to learn? What I want most at the moment is indeed the art of summoning, shadow clones, etc. After becoming a ninja, I have plenty of time and opportunity to learn. Moreover, Maki is not short on time now. There is still plenty of time until Ninja War II begins, and there is no need for shadow clones to increase the intensity of work. So…

"Sealing technique?" Maki asked, "Can you do it?"

"Yes!" Sandaime replied confidently, eager to show off his skills.

"Oh~" Maki raised her voice a little and teased, "Are you the best at sealing skills in the village?"

The third generation choked. There was someone else in the village with higher sealing skills, but she did not accept any disciples. Even the Hokage, the third generation, could not persuade her to do so. Trying to save face, Sandaime claimed, "Of course, it's me!"

As he spoke, he blushed, looked away unnaturally, and spoke in a weak tone. He felt guilty for lying to children, and today's third generation felt youthful.

Maki chuckled and probed, "Really?"

"Really!" Sandaime affirmed, "How about it? Do you want to be my disciple and learn ninjutsu?"

"I don't want to," Maki said simply.

"Why?" The third generation asked in confusion, his voice rising an octave.

"I don't want to talk to someone who lies to kids."

Having said this, Maki turned around and left in a cool manner. Sandaime watched her departure in a daze, scratching his head frantically for a while. This kid was proving to be quite difficult to handle.

With a snort, Sandaime turned around and left bitterly. He wondered, wouldn't there be other geniuses in Konoha without Maki?

The kid named Orochimaru was outstanding. An orphan and a commoner, he quickly mastered the three-body technique after entering the school. Graduating on the spot would be a breeze for him. Despite using the same textbooks, some people simply knew how to preview them and learned more effectively.

Sandaime pondered the most powerful sealing technique. As children of Konoha, it would be a pity not to cultivate them. Along the way, he smoked a cigarette in a dull mood, thinking about this matter.

On the way back, Maki no longer sensed the prying chakra and the same happened the next day. She finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the experiment was successful, dissecting small animals might be viewed as indicating a psychological problem. Especially for a child like Maki, dissecting a cat or dog could lead to being labeled as a pervert. She didn't want anyone to know, except for Orochimaru – the pervert who might appreciate it.

Maki didn't aspire to be a Sannin. Her career plan was to be a Konoha doctor, staying away from ninja assignments. This would allow her more time for research. Despite the hidden privileges of being a Hokage's disciple, Maki didn't need them. She had already experienced enough attention and expectations in her previous life. This time, she just wanted to live freely, like a carefree bird.

Now that the third generation had discovered something unusual about her, rumors would soon spread in the clan. The Aburame clan was not weak and had the resources to learn any ninjutsu. Maki's target was the clan from the beginning. By deliberately exposing her abilities to the third generation, she aimed to check and balance the clan.

Given the abilities she had displayed, the clan might push her toward the Blood Succession Limit due to the ninja's inertial thinking. Maki wasn't sure how tempting a naturally born blood-stained ninja would be to her family. It would be absurd if they treated her as a breeding pig, using her for breeding in the name of protection.

Maki didn't mind using the most vicious thoughts to understand people's hearts. However, she was still too weak to fight against her family, and their actions were not slow. On the third day after meeting the third generation, family members who were not usually seen finally arrived.

The reason they weren't seen often was that they were from the Hidden Leaf Clan. The clansmen were known for being autistic and taciturn. They didn't talk much and preferred to live in remote areas, scattered throughout the village.

Maki appreciated this approach. As a wealthy family that had been together for a long time, they were unlikely to have evil intentions. The tribesmen living in various places around the village also served as natural surveillance sentinels.

The clan leader had wisely scattered the clan members throughout the village to facilitate integration. Maki found this discerning. The clansmen living in various places around the village served as natural surveillance sentinels.

Now, Maki saw people from the clan at home – three old men about to die, all dressed in relics of the Warring States Period and wearing evil ghost masks with different colors.

Speaking of which, the rise of sunglasses has only happened in the past few years. This accessory didn't exist ten years ago. Maki's mask was left by her father, a relic of her grandfather. Her father didn't like it because it was too tacky, so he followed the trend and wore cool sunglasses. Maki thought the mask was very pretty, while the sunglasses were ugly and resembled a blind person getting a massage.

"You must be Maki." Maki looked at the rickety old man in the lead and nodded. He was walking unsteadily and leaning on a cane, projecting a sad momentum despite his efforts to stand up straight.

"I am your Grandpa Hiyou."

Good guy, he became a relative as soon as he came up. Shameless enough – Maki liked it.

"Your mother is my daughter."

Maki blinked. Good guy, she had never seen this man before in her life.

"Call grandpa quickly, Maki," her mother, Yumei, said anxiously.

Maki said nothing.

"Scream if you like! Huh!" As he said that, the old guy chopped the cane.

Mother Yumei was afraid so she shut up.

"The name Maki is too weak! It is not suitable for a princess of the Aburame clan! From today on, you are called Mushihime!"

Good! Good guy! Maki repeatedly called out, praising him.

"From now on, you will lead the Aburame clan!"

Maki hated this kind of arbitrary old man the most. Although she had no hope, she felt that she should refuse.

"Well, you haven't asked me if I am willing."

"Hmph! It's not up to you! Unless you kill us three old guys on the spot!"

Ah, this... The Aburame clan was one of the few ninjas whose physical condition declined as they aged, but their combat effectiveness did not decrease much. The swarm could only iterate but never grow old. Even these old guys from the Warring States Period were about to be buried, they were probably extremely capable of fighting.

"Okay"

she said weakly. "I haven't asked you who you are yet."

"I am the former head of the Aburame clan."

Oh, that guy who was very discerning during the Warring States Period. He joined Konoha when he couldn't win with his entire clan. Well, I always wondered how my father, just a jonin, could get the money to open a hotel so my mother is a rich second generation. As for being able to marry my mother, I'm afraid he's handsome. Although I have never seen my father's face, I don't look much like my mother, so there's no need to say who I look like.

For a moment, Maki thought of many things. Damn it, all these calculations were in vain. If I had known, I would have just shown it to the clan. This cheap grandpa is a sensible person!"