Kakashi: Women Only Slow Down My Draw

Obito's expression froze.

Several classmates nearby immediately pricked up their ears. Kurenai Yuhi watched him with a smile, while Rin Nohara looked as though she were waiting for his answer.

Obito opened his mouth, wanting to deny it.

But when he looked at Fang Xu's face, he simply could not bring himself to say it.

Fang Xu really was handsome. Even Obito found that hard to deny.

In the end, Obito could only turn his face away and snort.

"He's... he's only a little more handsome than ordinary people."

Fang Xu said, "Only a little?"

Obito gritted his teeth. "Fine, he is pretty handsome! Happy now?"

Kurenai Yuhi and Rin Nohara laughed again.

Obito hurriedly added, "But! What use is being handsome? Ninjas still have to rely on strength! I'm going to become Hokage someday, and I definitely won't lose to you!"

Fang Xu nodded. "Mm, keep it up, future Hokage."

The moment Obito heard that title, he perked up again. "Of course! Just wait and see. I, Obito Uchiha, will sooner or later make everyone acknowledge me!"

Not far away, Kakashi watched the entire exchange.

He propped his chin up with one hand, and his exposed eye rolled upward.

Childish. Too childish.

Fighting over girls, arguing for ages over who was more handsome—it was simply a waste of time. The Shinobi World had never been a place where faces mattered.

Strength was what truly mattered.

No matter how handsome your face was, a Kunai would not curve away when it stabbed at you. When ninjutsu came crashing down, it would not explode any less just because you were handsome.

Kakashi lowered his head to look at the Short Sword on his desk, then touched the black mask over his face.

But then again, there was a reason he always wore a mask.

After all, his looks were too dangerous.

If he did not seal away this face of his, the girls in class would probably be even more troublesome.

Kakashi sighed earnestly to himself. Women only slow down the speed at which I draw my sword.

Not everyone understood the troubles of being harassed by girls because of one's looks.

As soon as the class bell rang, the noise in the classroom immediately died down.

Obito Uchiha still wanted to argue with Fang Xu for a few more words, but Rin Nohara merely glanced at him, and he immediately shut up.

"Hmph, we'll talk next time."

Though Obito refused to concede verbally, his body was honest. He obediently returned to his seat.

Before long, he buried his head in his arms and fell asleep right away.

Fang Xu was somewhat speechless.

This guy had just been shouting about becoming Hokage, but the moment class started, before his youthful passion could even ignite, he had already run out of power.

Still, Fang Xu did not bother with Obito anymore.

He took out his textbook from his bag and opened it to the basic theory they would be covering today. The original owner had read these materials before as well.

The angles for throwing Ninja Tools, the basics of Chakra Control, the precautions for the Three Body Technique, and the discipline required during missions.

These things were neither especially difficult nor particularly easy. For true geniuses, one read-through was enough to remember them.

For an ordinary student like the original owner, much of it had to be memorized over and over again, and even then, he might not be able to use it well.

But things were different now.

Fang Xu lowered his head toward the textbook, and his mind immediately focused.

First line, second line, third line.

Once the words entered his vision, they did not pile up in his mind as scattered fragments like before. Instead, they quickly formed a clear structure.

What was important, what was supplementary, and what could correspond to his own training—he hardly needed to think about it before the answers naturally surfaced.

He turned a page and lightly tapped the desk twice with his finger.

I remembered it.

Fang Xu's heart stirred, and he closed the textbook again.

The contents of that page seemed imprinted in his mind. Even the positions of the paragraphs were perfectly clear.

He could even continue reasoning from the material.

For example, the textbook explained that Ninja Tool throwing relied on coordinating force through the shoulder, elbow, and wrist.

In the past, the original owner could only rigidly memorize phrases like "maintain stability" and "control the angle."

But now, Fang Xu immediately thought that if Lightning Activation were used on the arm to temporarily improve muscle response, the release speed and adjustment ability of Shuriken would both become stronger.

And Chakra Control—the textbook only discussed the importance of keeping Chakra stable.

Yet Fang Xu immediately connected it to his failure while practicing Lightning Release: Lightning Ball last night.

His Lightning Release Chakra had been too impatient. It had condensed too quickly and lacked stability.

If he first lowered the output, then used Mental Strength to refine his control, the success rate should improve further.

This was not merely an increase in memory. His comprehension had improved as well.

Fang Xu remained calm on the surface, but inwardly, he could barely suppress his excitement.

"After two souls fused, my Mental Strength doubled. The changes it brought were even greater than I imagined."

"My learning speed, memorization speed, and comprehension speed have all improved."

"This is far too important for a ninja."

Ninjas did not compete solely in Chakra reserves. Intelligence, hand seals, tactics, Chakra Control, and bodily coordination all had to be learned.

If his learning ability had truly undergone a qualitative transformation, then his efficiency in practicing ninjutsu, Taijutsu, and even researching the combination of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit and Chakra would be far greater than before.

This was the kind of advantage that could keep snowballing over time.

Fang Xu reopened the textbook and continued reading.

The teacher lectured at the front while he read below.

It was not that he was not listening. Rather, by the time the teacher had only covered half the material, Fang Xu had already finished reading several pages ahead and had even written down his own understanding in his notebook.

Kurenai Yuhi sat beside him. At first, she only gave him a casual glance.

Very quickly, though, she realized something was wrong. Fang Xu was far too quiet today.

It was not the quietness of his usual absent-minded daze. He was genuinely studying seriously.

His gaze remained fixed on the textbook and his notes, and the pen in his hand barely stopped moving.

When the teacher covered key points, he would look up and listen. When the teacher skipped over something, he would lower his head and add to his notes.

Even when he occasionally frowned, it was not because he did not understand. It was as though he were comparing the content of the book with his own training experience.

The more Kurenai Yuhi watched, the more surprised she became.

The Fang Xu from before yesterday could not be called unhardworking, but he definitely had never displayed this level of focus.

Before, he mostly followed along with the lessons. His grades were neither bad nor outstanding.

But today, he seemed like a completely different person.

Kurenai Yuhi could not help asking softly, "Are you really planning to study seriously today?"

Without even lifting his head, Fang Xu said, "Not just today. From now on."

Kurenai Yuhi froze.

He said it lightly, but it did not sound like a joke.

As she watched Fang Xu write line after line of notes, she suddenly felt a little pressure.

Fang Xu had already begun to change. If he could truly keep this up, his strength would definitely improve quickly.

She could not fall behind either.

"Then I'll be watching to see how long you can keep it up," Kurenai Yuhi said quietly.

Fang Xu smiled. "Take your time watching."

Kurenai Yuhi did not disturb him again and lowered her head to read her textbook as well.

She had never been someone who slacked off. It was just that Fang Xu's change today was too obvious, stirring something within her.

If Fang Xu was moving forward, she had to keep up too. At the very least, she could not let herself be left too far behind.

The day's classes passed quickly.

Obito slept, woke up, then went back to sleep. In the middle of it, the teacher called on him to answer a question. He stammered for ages, and only after Rin Nohara quietly prompted him did he barely manage to muddle through.