Viewing genetic structure using less orthodox methods is complicated, especially when your previous specialization was marine biology.
Anyway, when I was working, I dedicated myself to collecting animal DNA to preserve it or to recreate it, especially when they were endangered, so this isn't new to me.
But what angers me are these tools we're using for our research. What age are we living in, the Iron Age? I think Newton had more advanced tools in his time. This might lead me to believe that Pedomaru's fascism stems from his intelligence, if not from the tools he used.
"THIS IS SHIT!" I yelled, overturning the table and knocking everything off it.
Everyone turned to look at me, and one of the scientists approached.
"What's wrong, Miyu-sama?" he asked fearfully.
"These tools are crap; they're useless. We're wasting materials and resources using them. We need to improve our workspace," I replied angrily.
"And how are we going to do that?" he asked again.
"You're the scientists, aren't you? Or can't you think? Find a way to improve what we already have. For now, everyone stop; I'm not going to waste any more resources only to lose them later." With that, I sat down in the main chair, looking at everyone to see if they dared to continue working.
Pedomaru, who was in a corner with a needle and a tube, just laughed quietly, put his things down, and left. He'll probably tell Danzo about this, but it doesn't bother me, since I know I'm right, as always.
"And clean up what I spilled; that's an order," I said.
...
As I looked at the scrolls my father, Kato Dan, had left me, I realized I was already halfway through the training to use his signature jutsu. I need to be a bit more spiritual, if you can call it that, but I feel too young to be doing drugs.
(Note: Just kidding, so the hippies don't get offended.)
At that moment, I felt a living tool approach my office.
"Ms. Miyu, Makato and Daiki want to speak with you," he said, leaving me confused.
"Who?" I asked, and silence fell over the room.
...
I saw the two young men, one 13 years old and the other 12, one looking like a thug and the other like a yakuza.
"So, what do you think?" I asked them both.
Makoto wore a white shirt without a tie, a black vest, black pants, and civilian shoes, along with his knuckle dusters.
Daiki wore a full-body yukata with an iron mesh suit underneath—something Makoto didn't want—ninja sandals, and his regulation sword at his side.
"Well, I like this style," he said, opening his shirt slightly and combing his hair like a gang member, which he was.
"I'm fine like this; my family used to be more traditional, not with weird tastes like that guy over there," Daiki said, and in passing, he insulted his partner.
"What did you say, effeminate?" Makoto complained.
"What you heard, gorilla," he replied.
Before I knew it, the two of them were already fighting; I didn't stop them since it was useful for observing their progress.
"Ora ora ora," Makoto began, throwing rapid, chakra-infused punches with his knuckles, which Daiki countered with his sword.
Makoto's taijutsu skills and Daiki's kenjutsu abilities were at a good genin level, considering they had only trained together for a year.
This is because I dedicated myself to taking the foundations they already had and strengthening them as much as possible.
Makoto creates two clones of himself and charges straight ahead to attack. Daiki narrows his eyes; with a simple slash, he cuts through one of the clones, then moves to the side and slices through the other.
"What a shame, that was the real me," Makoto remarked, delivering a powerful blow to Daiki, sending him flying, only for his body to transform into a puff of smoke on a chair. "Damn."
With that, Makoto turned and ducked, dodging a slash that would have severed his head.
Seeing this, Daiki clicked his tongue, relieved that he hadn't killed Makoto.
"That's enough. Later you'll be able to kill each other, but right now you need to get subjects," I told them, making them both stop immediately and stand still, side by side, looking at me.
Behind me was a map showing the entire Hidden Leaf Village.
"As you can see, there are three sections in the village: the red one is the clan section; that's where I live. Then there's the blue one, the commercial zone where the big businessmen and most of the civilians live; finally, there's the black zone, the lawless zone," I explained, using a staff to indicate each side of the village.
They both listened silently to my explanation.
"Here, I divided the lawless zone in two, the east and west zones, which are separated from the other two. Each of you will take one of these zones and control it, obviously, in a way that no one notices." I explained to them both, "Makoto, you'll have the eastern zone, which is closer to the commercial area, and you, Daiki, will have the western zone, the one near the clans' quarters."
If you're wondering why there's a zone near the clans' residences, firstly, the lawless zone is a single area, which I divide in two: one that's farthest from the village entrances. Makoto's zone is a place where poor or troubled civilians go to live, and Daiki's is almost the same, but the difference is that there are clan ninjas there who were expelled, left, or simply had nowhere else to go.
Both zones are equally dangerous, since ninjas live there, but the strongest ninja you can find is someone with a mid-level Chunin, nothing more. It should also be said that Makoto's zone is the more populated. Both sides have their advantages and disadvantages.
"Understood," they both said at the same time.
"Alright, that's all, and remember to call me M from now on," I reminded them.
"Yes, Miss M." Hearing that made my eye twitch, but I decided not to fight them right now.
"Before you go, take this," I said, tossing each of them a scroll. "You're tasked with learning the jutsu on your scroll within three months. After that time, you have to come back here to check your progress. I don't want to remind you what happens if you fail, do I?" I said.
They both swallowed hard, and Makoto even rubbed his neck, where my explosive tag was still.
"And I give you permission to teach your subordinates what you've learned. Just don't teach everyone, only your most trusted ones. You can go now," I said.
"Yes, Miss M," they said in unison. The next time you come here in three months, I'm going to give you the biggest beating of your lives. Since I shouldn't add a gender to my pseudonym.
...
"So, by making the Boar, Monkey, Dragon, and Tiger hand seals, I should be able to perform the jutsu," I told Kosuke as I wrote down the information for the new fire jutsu we'd both been working on for quite some time.
If it weren't for the time we both had—me being the clan head and Kosuke's great ninjutsu and combat skills making him the second-in-command of the Uchiha police force—we would have finished this months ago.
Kosuke didn't answer; he simply made the hand seals to engulf his hands in flames. This wasn't a fire jutsu that you spit out like most; it was one that was launched directly from the palms of your hands.
The Uchiha quickly moved to the training dummy next to him and spoke.
"Fire Release: Flaming Palm Jutsu," he pronounced, and the moment he struck the dummy with his palms, a great blaze of fire engulfed the target and everything behind it.
"The jutsu isn't bad; it would be better if it didn't require so many hand seals, since the idea is to use it quickly," I complained.
"All jutsu should be applied quickly and with the minimum number of hand seals," Kosuke said, moving his palms and removing the remaining fire from his hands.
"That's true," I agreed, standing up and handing him the rolled-up scroll.
"Don't you want a copy for yourself?" he asked.
"You think I don't have one for myself?" I countered.
"Heh," he just chuckled. "That was stupid of me then; you always take advantage of everything you can."
Silence fell over the place, mostly because I was tidying up my utensils and scrolls that were scattered on the floor, getting ready to head back to the residence.
"Hey, how about we grab something to eat? My treat," Kosuke said, and I looked him straight in the eyes, which he quickly looked away from. I noticed his cheeks were a little flushed.
Heh, man.
"That sounds good if you treat me." I'm not going to say no to a free meal.
"Okay," Kosuke said, pleased with my acceptance.
As we walked to a place to eat, I didn't really care what he was going to treat me to; a topic of conversation came up.
"Hey, is it true that he has a clan subordinate to yours?" he asked; I just narrowed my eyes.
"I see you invited me to eat to get information out of me, huh?" I said, to which he panicked.
"It's not that; my clan has nothing to do with it. I was just curious." He tried to backtrack, speaking quickly.
"I see," I said, still narrowing my eyes, before returning to my usual expression, looking straight ahead. "They're not subordinate to my clan, but to me as an individual; no one from my clan can ask them for anything; they have the same possible rank as anyone from both clans."
"Then it must be difficult to control two clans at once," he said, looking at me.
"It's not that bad," I said, gesturing for him not to worry.
...
*Time Skip*
"So, what's this data?" I asked the guy who calls himself a scientist in front of me.
"Well, with our flaws and the few successes we managed to achieve, we've detected a certain amount of resonance between the possibility of obtaining a bloodline limit that isn't theirs," the scientist told me.
"So, they found a certain amount of compatibility between the user and the bloodline limit," he summarized what he'd told me.
"It's as you say," he said, still a little nervous.
Currently, we're in the middle of trying to transfer bloodlines to other ninjas. After the incident in which I halted all the research, Danzo arrived to see what was happening.
As soon as I explained the situation and the reason for my actions, he could only nod and agree with me, because they started making renovations and improving the laboratory where we were. Obviously, I got involved to improve the hygiene of everyone and the place, since that has an impact.
That Pedomaru likes to do his experiments in sewers, and all that filth is his business, but I'm not like that.
With that, we improved the lab, creating a more hygienic and ventilated space. That meant moving all the research from the depths of the root to a cave, where we had to do everything from scratch, but for me it was worth it, not to mention that I built the cave with my earth element on my land, so the lab is mine in a way; it's that or I'm going to have to ask the mummy to pay me rent.
We improved the tools and created some new ones along the way that helped us perform the experiments more effectively. What a joy it is to return, at least, to the 20th century.
"I need you to write me a report explaining why this compatibility occurs and how it can be altered, understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," she said, turning away and leaving me alone in my lab.
If we can understand how this compatibility works and modify it to make a person more compatible with a bloodline limit, then we can make any ninja capable of having any bloodline limit.
(Note: That's not going to happen, kid.)