Hearing about biological research, Uchiha Gen's interest was instantly piqued. It was his strongest field, so he hurriedly pressed for more.
"What does that have to do with you? Is your body special?"
The little delinquent girl rolled her eyes.
"It's a little special. From the moment I saw you, I felt my scent spreading over you."
Though that sounded a little perverted, Uchiha Gen immediately understood what she meant. She could sense his copying ability—her constitution really was unusual.
Uchiha Gen had copied countless things, and even the Ōtsutsuki could not detect it. In a sense, the little delinquent girl's ability was absurdly overpowered. No wonder he still had not finished copying it; the progress bar had gotten stuck.
"So they came specifically to capture you for that... ability of yours?"
"Maybe. I don't know either."
After this incident, the two seemed to have developed an inexplicable trust. Of course... Uchiha Gen did not care much about that trust. Compared to a stranger, though, the little delinquent girl could barely be considered an acquaintance.
The next day, the little delinquent girl woke up on the sofa bed and immediately checked her clothes. After finding them unchanged, she slowly let out a sigh of relief.
"You think I'd be interested in some blonde brat like you?"
"...When did you wake up?"
Uchiha Gen sat cross-legged against the wall, his fingers constantly tapping over the black machine. Without even turning his head, he said:
"Sleep? Only people who contribute nothing to society need sleep."
"...Heh, whatever."
The little delinquent girl's lips twitched speechlessly. She stepped onto the floor and went to wash up. Neither of them cared that someone had just died in the room. One had nowhere else to go, while the other was simply thick-nerved and fearless.