"A prodigy."
It was something usual. A prodigy was expected in clans and sometimes in civilians families. It wasn't something too unusual. Yet this time was different.
"Another prodigy you say?"
A gruff voice filled the air. There on a chair was an old man who held calculating eyes.
"Yes, sir. But not in the way you think."
All prodigies were usually the same. They excelled in either intelligence or skills in battle. Maybe even both. His eyes shined in curiosity. How different was this "prodigy"?
"Not the way I think? Enlighten me."
"She excels in something other than the skill in battle or the intelligence of a strategist. However, her skills lean towards another subject."
The old man's eyes narrowed. What? Did this child excel in dance? Art? If so, it was a waste of his time.
"What is this subject you speak of?"
The masked ninja gulped slightly. The sound of his commanding voice could shake the world.
"Science and Math sir."
The old man's eyes widened. Science and Math was something more focused within civilian schools. Although it does cross into chakra at times, usually they do not come together.
"And why is this important? The studies of a civilian child shouldn't be too relevant."
"This child…"
The ninja paused.
"Has created a weapon far stronger than I could imagine a child can do…"
Now, this caught the interest of the old man. A weapon? What weapon could be that dangerous? Clearly, it couldn't be a jutsu. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
"And what kind of weapon is this thing?"
The ninja straightened up.
"A bomb."