The Naughty Little Assistant
Name: Mitsuki Mui
Strength: 11 (An average adult on Earth is around 10. A genin who breaks 20 in any single stat is considered talented.)
Agility: 13 (An average adult on Earth is around 10. A genin who breaks 20 in any single stat is considered talented.)
Constitution: 12 (An average adult on Earth is around 10. A genin who breaks 20 in any single stat is considered talented.)
Spirit: 15 (An average adult on Earth is around 10. A genin who breaks 20 in any single stat is considered talented.)
Lewd Power: 72 (A universal energy. The dirtier your thoughts, the more this power grows. It can substitute for any other type of energy.)
Chakra: 233 (The average standard for genin is around 1,000. Chunin reach 10,000. Jonin, 100,000. Kage-level, 1,000,000. One point of Lewd Power equals ten points of chakra.)
Lewd Energy: 2,333 (Can be exchanged for various abilities, items, weapons, and more.)
Innate Ability – Breasts Are Power: AA (The bigger the breasts, the stronger the power. An AA cup can unleash AA-level potential. Effect: Training speed scales with breast size. At AA level, the speed of cultivation is astonishing.)
Before leaving, Mui gave her stat panel one last glance, then pushed the door open and started walking toward the Ninja Academy.
As for those numbers—233 and 2,333—she didn't even bother complaining anymore.
And that so-called "Breasts Are Power" ability…
Mui was completely speechless. An AA-cup translating into AA-level training speed meant her cultivation rate was insanely fast. That much had already been proven: in just three days, she had made remarkable progress refining chakra.
Yes, Mui had only received her beginner's gift pack three days ago, when she officially registered.
As for this innate ability, it had appeared the moment she opened her system panel. She had no idea when or how it was bestowed.
But thinking ahead… if her chest ever reached an E-cup, her training speed would be reduced to that of a crawling turtle.
Which meant—
"I need to train hard while my chest is still small! And hopefully… my chest never grows past an A at most…"
"Yo, Mui, heading to school all by yourself?"
"Of course. What, you expect me to drag you along?"
Mui shot a look of disdain at the white-haired man who lived nearby.
"Haha… well, I'd love to, but I've got a mission to go on. Hahaha…"
"Is that so… what about your son, Kakashi?"
"Oh, him? He trained a little too late last night, so he's still sleeping. Before I head out, I need to cook him a meal first."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Hurry up and go, then."
Mui waved her hand dismissively and started to walk away.
"But… Mui, isn't it a bit early for you to be starting school?"
"It's fine. Staying home is boring anyway. Might as well go and learn something useful."
Of course, Mui would never admit that the real reason was because her chest had shown signs of "leveling up" to an A-cup recently, and she needed to distract herself with something else.
"I see. Mui, you're amazing. By the way, once you're in the Academy, make sure to study hard, okay? When my little Kakashi starts school later, I'll be counting on you to help look after him."
"Yes, yes, I know already, you weirdo uncle."
"W-Weirdo uncle?! Come on now, I'm still young, you know…"
Waving him off without another glance, Mui continued on her way.
Looking at him now, no one would ever guess that this man—this awkward, homely-looking fellow—was the feared and dreaded White Fang of Konoha, Hatake Sakumo. At this moment, he looked more like a stay-at-home dad than a legendary shinobi.
After saying goodbye to Hatake Sakumo, it didn't take long for Mui to arrive at the Ninja Academy.
By then, the place was buzzing with life. Parents were bringing their children to the entrance, their voices mingling in the lively crowd.
Still… there weren't that many of them.
Almost every family present had at least one ninja among them.
Pure civilians were nearly absent.
It wasn't that civilians weren't allowed to attend the Academy—it was simply that this was wartime. Parents didn't want their children to spend three years studying, only to march onto the battlefield and die.