192. I'm A Girl

"I disagree!"

Upon hearing Ōtsutsuki Akemi's explosive statement, Ōtsutsuki Tsukihime, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious, suddenly sprang up.

Her few remaining strips of cloth could no longer hold, and with her sudden movement, they slipped off, revealing her naked, curvaceous figure.

Under the golden glow of her Tenseigan, her bare body emanated an enchanting aura, making Uchiha Gin’s already lightheaded state even more pronounced.

As enticing as the sight was, he restrained himself.

Turning his gaze away, he muttered, “I am strong like Mahatma Gandhi” to keep his thoughts pure.

"Here, these cloaks are for you. It’s a bit warm out here~"

However, when he looked away, he saw the fair-skinned Ōtsutsuki Akemi beside him and felt a slight tickle in his nose.


He quickly took two pure white, gold-trimmed anti-magic cloaks from his system bag and handed them to Tsukihime and Akemi, advising them to stay cool and avoid sunstroke.

"Don't think I'll forgive you just because of this!" Tsukihime huffed, slipping on the cloak and wrapping herself up tightly.

"Thank you, Gin. I’ll treasure it," Akemi said with joy, accepting the cloak delicately and putting it on, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Uchiha Gin.

Feeling more at ease now that they were covered, the two women resumed their conversation.

"Elder Akemi, if you defect, who will handle all the clan’s affairs?"

So that’s the real concern here, huh? thought Gin.

You foolish clan leader, go learn how to manage your duties!

Watching this shameless thief steal not only two of her most precious things but also her trusted advisor made Tsukihime’s frustration grow.

Initially, she’d noticed Akemi's hesitation, but her breathing quickened at this added reason for objection.

"And you! Why did you steal my inner Tenseigan?"

No longer able to hold back, Tsukihime dropped her pretense and scowled, her fair face puffing up angrily.

She glared at Uchiha Gin with her big white eyes, pouting as she questioned him, “What mischief are you planning?”

Gin was puzzled by Tsukihime’s accusation.

After all, he’d risked his life to steal the Tenseigan for world peace, even nearly sacrificing his dignity.

He felt he deserved some credit for his selflessness.

Meeting Tsukihime’s gaze, he suddenly recognized why she seemed so familiar—apart from her white hair, she bore a strong resemblance to future Hinata Hyuga, both in looks and figure.

Perhaps there was a distant family link.

Realizing the connection, he thought, “No wonder Hinata will be called the ‘White-Eyed Princess’ in the future—her looks match up with a legendary Tenseigan user.”

“What? I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Tsukihime replied, her confused expression identical to the one she wore as a clueless elder earlier, which made Gin sneer.

“Hmph! You’re both better at pretending than a plastic bag is at holding things together.”

"Master Gin, what do you mean by that?" Even Akemi, who had adjusted her loyalties, looked at him with a concerned frown, asking if there was a deeper reason for his actions.

“Oh, playing dumb, are we? Do you want me to air all your dirty secrets in public?”

Gin raised an eyebrow, prepared to shame them. “Your branch clan twisted the will of your ancestor, sacrificed the entire clan to activate the Tenseigan, and planned to use it to control the moon and destroy all life on earth.”

“What?”

All three—Tsukihime, Akemi, and a ghost ancestor—exchanged shocked looks, each wondering if the others had been keeping this evil plan a secret from them.

The thought of “The clan leader, Elder Akemi, the late matriarch—one of them secretly plotting!” flashed through all their minds.

They eyed each other suspiciously, taking a step back as if to avoid a possible betrayal.

“Confess! Clan Leader/Elder Akemi/Late Clan Leader!” all three cried out simultaneously, their synchronized reaction so baffling that Gin felt like he was watching a comedy.

"Stop, stop, stop! What’s with the synchronized shouting? You three need to own up and face the consequences so the clan can show some leniency,” Gin interrupted, tired of their bickering.

“Master Gin, trust me—I had no knowledge of this plan.” Akemi was the first to deny her involvement, her big white eyes showing a hint of pink that made Gin sweat a little.

He nodded, signaling that he believed her.

"Hmph! I still have tons of novels to finish; why would I agree to such a plan?"

The next to speak was Ōtsutsuki Tsukihime, giving a flawless reason that seemed quite convincing.

"Uh…" x3.

The three then turned their eyes to the elderly white-haired ancestor, suspicion clear in their gazes.

"Confess and submit, Teacher," Tsukihime said, patting the old woman on the shoulder and urging her to turn herself in, a look of disappointment on her face.

"Late Clan Leader, I can’t support such a plan!" Ōtsutsuki Akemi shook her head, taking a step back to distance herself and emphasizing that she hadn’t held a high position during her time as Elder.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Uchiha Gin pulled out a pair of handcuffs, ready to bring this hidden mastermind to justice.

"Are you all idiots? I’ve been dead for how many years now?"

Seeing their serious faces, the white-haired elder couldn’t hold back her anger, snapping at them.

"Exactly! Because you’re dead, you’d be crazy enough to take everyone down with you!" Uchiha Gin, spotting the crucial evidence, made his judgment without hesitation.

"Aminos!" The white-haired elder, now the accused mastermind, was on the verge of tears.

She was already beyond worldly desires as a spirit, making her role as the villain absurd.

As the dust seemed to settle on the whole matter, a sudden flash of purple light enveloped the space.

The aura around everyone froze, and while Uchiha Gin appeared unfazed, the others looked tense and wary.

"The Honored Ancestor is here! Show respect!"

A tall, long-haired man without eyes announced pompously, kneeling as if to welcome some great figure.

Hmph! Only I can help our main family regain its former glory in front of the branch family!

"And who are you?" Tsukihime frowned, annoyed at the haughty man. No one had ever spoken to her like this.

"Hmph! I am—" The long-haired man was just about to give a grand self-introduction when Uchiha Gin cut him off.

"Ignore him, just a background character," Uchiha Gin interrupted with a wave, calling out, "Uncle Ancestor, hurry up, don’t dawdle; we’re all family here!"

"Ahem. Descendants of the branch family, do you not see the error of your ways?" Ōtsutsuki Hamura, who had been preparing for a grand entrance, stumbled slightly at Gin’s casual tone.

Clearing his throat, he looked at the group, his gaze imposing enough to make them all stiffen with awe and respect.

"Greetings, Honored Ancestor!" Even Tsukihime, usually indifferent to others, showed reverence and bowed.

"Do you realize your mistakes?" Satisfied with their respectful attitudes, Ōtsutsuki Hamura continued in a stern tone, questioning them.

"Ancestor, I am innocent!" Surprisingly, the first to speak up was the white-haired elder, who immediately began crying, recounting her grievances. "Our branch family has faithfully guarded the moon and watched over Earth, never slacking. And now we’re accused of wanting to destroy the world—it’s absurd!"

The elder's voice trembled as if she were fighting back tears, her expression so genuine that everyone furrowed their brows, sensing that something didn’t add up.

"Then why did you activate the Tenseigan?" Hamura’s brow furrowed deeply. Had he perhaps misinterpreted the situation?

"What connection is there between activating the Tenseigan and destroying the world?" Tsukihime, the current clan leader, spoke up, questioning the logic.

Did she not have the right to use it? Why couldn’t she activate it for her own purposes?

"Hah! Stop lying! If not to destroy the world, what reason do you have for activating it? Just because it looks nice?"

"!!!"

Tsukihime, who had previously appeared confident, suddenly looked uneasy, her eyes shifting guiltily.

"I’m a girl; am I not allowed to like pretty things?" she retorted.