"Ma'am, please come with us."
Hydrangea stared stiffly at the group of red-eyed people surrounding her, cursing that meddlesome blond brat from top to bottom in her heart.
Her hiding skills might not have been exceptional, but she should not have been discovered by a half-grown kid who looked barely over ten. Konoha truly deserved its reputation as a cradle of geniuses.
"You have the wrong idea. I just happened to be going the same way as them."
"The same way?"
The Uchiha Clan Member leading the group narrowed his eyes as he examined Hydrangea's harmless baby face. He found no traces of Transformation Technique disguise or anything similar on her, but since someone had reported her, they had a duty to investigate thoroughly.
Carefully flipping through the travel permit and other documents Hydrangea handed over, the leading Uchiha Clan Member looked down at the informant beside him.
"Do you know her?"
He recognized this kid. He was one of Butt-Slapping Demon Gin's little followers, so he could not afford to be careless either emotionally or practically. His tone was therefore especially gentle.
Upon hearing this, Minato glanced at Reimu and her disciple behind him, the question in his azure eyes plain to see.
Miroku frowned and tugged lightly at her teacher's sleeve, whispering, "Master, doesn't this sister look a little familiar?"
"Does she? I don't remember her."
Reimu shook her head, shooting a resentful glare at the two lumps of excess flesh on Hydrangea's chest. The jealousy in her eyes was visible to the naked eye.
How could someone with such a childish face have a chest grander than hers, a mature woman's? It was simply unforgivable!
As one of Amegakure's higher-ups, Hydrangea normally worked on research and development in the laboratory, living a deeply secluded life.
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