Fatima: The Slave Princess - Chapter 20 - 19

Strong? Handsome? Savage? Badass?It's all about the intelligence quotient, my friend.————PS: Mutation shouldn't be mistaken for enlightenment.

Mu Yue traveled to the world of Naruto and became an ordinary chuunin teacher at Konoha Ninja School and a member of the Root Organization.

Fortunately, after awakening the teacher system, you can become stronger by teaching.

In order not to become Danzo’s consumables, Mu Yue worked hard to teach and increase her strength.

“Complete the teaching rated A for the first time and receive the reward – mastery of fire attribute chakra properties change.”

“Under your guidance, Uchiha Shisui has worked hard to practice, and his overall strength has been greatly improved, and he has been rewarded – the Immortal Human Body!”

Under Mu Yue’s guidance, Zhishui understood that the village’s enemies were not necessarily other big countries, but could also be within the village. People who spoke righteously about the will of fire might not necessarily act in accordance with the will of fire.

Obito got rid of the title of being the weakest person in the ninja school, and Metkai became a master of physical skills even earlier…

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The king of assassins was reborn, mastering both alchemy and poison. Sitting inside the space, there was a ghost that loved crying.

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.