Naruto: Extreme Bloodline Limit

Kurotsuchi's arrival instantly turned Ōnoki's storm-clouded face into a clear, sunny day. A blissful smile spread across his wrinkled face as he bent down, picked up the little girl, and asked:

"Why aren't you with your father?"

"Father's busy lecturing people. He won't play with me."

Kurotsuchi, only a little over three and nearly four years old, looked utterly adorable. She pouted her little lips in dissatisfaction as she complained, then suddenly noticed Ronglin and the others and looked over curiously.

The little girl blinked at Ronglin and the others. Their Konoha forehead protectors immediately told her that they were from Konoha, and Konoha's people had just arrived at the camp.

"Are you Uchiha Ronglin?"

So-called prestige and reputation had little effect on children. Other than Kurotsuchi, who else would dare point a finger at him so boldly, call him by name so rudely, and question him directly?

"Uh... I am."

Ronglin had not expected little Kurotsuchi to recognize him right away. After a brief pause, he nodded in admission.

"Hmm~~ You are pretty handsome."

To everyone's astonishment, little Kurotsuchi wriggled free from her grandfather Ōnoki's hold, climbed onto the table, and stared at Ronglin intently.

There was only one person in all of Iwagakure who could leave Ōnoki helpless: his granddaughter, Kurotsuchi. She was also quite the troublesome little girl, causing havoc and making mischief everywhere all day long like a little boy. Yet she spoke with an oddly mature air that could drive people mad.

Ōnoki spoiled this granddaughter of his terribly, but she often angered him enough to make him blow his beard and glare. Whenever her grandfather got angry, Kurotsuchi even dared to jump up and pluck the hairs from his face.

If it were anyone else, they would not dare do it themselves—would not even