Riiing, riiing, riiing—!
The alarm clock's shrill ringing yanked Mitsuki Mui out of sleep, her expression instantly souring.
That's when she remembered—she had forgotten to turn the alarm off last night.
"Ugh… there's no school today. I could've slept until I woke up naturally…"
She puffed out her cheeks, clearly annoyed. Then, after a moment:
"Eh, whatever… can't sleep now anyway. Might as well get up, grab something to eat."
Life was so easy in its daily rhythm.
Wake up in the morning, eat. Knock out a daily mission or two. Beat up Kakashi a little. Train her Substitution Jutsu. Practice hand seal speed.
Suiton—Great Waterfall Technique!
Mitsuki Mui flashed through a rapid string of seals—seventeen in all—and managed to complete them in under four seconds.
But…
It was utterly useless!
Every single jutsu she could exchange through the Lewd Energy System Assistant was drawn from knowledge she remembered from her previous life.
This absurdly long-seal jutsu was no exception…
She couldn't even recall what book she'd first seen it in. She remembered messing around with it back then, but now? Completely forgotten.
Still… the data itself was cheap.
Anything she had ever seen related to Naruto—even if it was just a glance at a panel or a wiki page—she could pull out from the system for just a sliver of lewd energy.
But seals alone weren't enough. Without knowing the proper chakra flow and circulation, these ninjutsu were just empty forms.
Of course, with time, her AA-rank talent meant she could reverse-engineer the chakra paths herself… but it would be ridiculously time-consuming.
Better to just learn the real thing when she had the chance.
For now, all she needed was seal proficiency. Once her hands were fast enough, as soon as she saw the proper chakra flow twice, she'd be able to execute it. Probably.
So, these ridiculous jutsu with endless hand seals—pulled from random sources—became her way of drilling speed.
At this point, the only thing Mitsuki Mui was truly looking forward to was the system's promised update once she unlocked her bloodline. That was when, hopefully, some truly useful things would appear.
Time passed quickly.
Seven days later, formal classes began.
Over the week, every one of Mui's stats had jumped significantly. As for the exact numbers… well, not important now. She'd reveal them later when the need arose.
Ding!
"As a shinobi, you will inevitably face a variety of environments. Today's mission: submerge yourself in water for five minutes fully clothed, then attend school in those wet clothes. This will train your ability to fight in aquatic conditions."
Reward: 8 points of lewd energy.
"…Ugh. So today's mission is wet clothes, huh? This system is so perverted…"
Grumbling, Mui followed the task anyway. But instead of soaking in her own bathtub, she headed out to the small river in the forest and immersed herself there.
Then, dripping wet, she sprinted straight for the Academy.
And so, on this day, the village of Konoha found itself graced by the sight of a young girl in a soaked black short skirt and clinging black stockings, darting through the streets.
A striking, if unusual, addition to the scenery.
"…Hmm?"
Jiraiya, just returning to the village, happened to catch a glimpse of the girl as she rushed past him.
"Those… are definitely starting to bud. Almost an A-cup, maybe. That kid looks, what, four or five years old? Damn… kids these days are developing fast…"
With his vast and well-documented experience in "appreciating" women, Jiraiya could tell at a glance.
This was an omen of future greatness.
"…Heh. Might as well ask the old man her name later."
Of course, this wasn't the real Jiraiya—his true self was still far away, training the trio of Ame orphans. This was just a shadow clone, sent back to the village to check in and report his status. He did this about once a month. And while he was here, he always kept an eye out for anything unusual happening in Konoha.
…
"…?"
Mitsuki Mui slowed her steps for a moment. She had just felt it—that prickling sensation of being watched. A gaze that was definitely… less than wholesome.
But when she looked around, she noticed something odd: everyone she passed on the street seemed to linger on her just a little longer than usual.
"…So it's true. My charm stat really is too high…"