I Can Copy Talents - Chapter 3 - 000

(Based on LN) Tanya von Degurechaff - once a soldier of the Empire fell in the battle unfairly through that being shameless intervention.**Cursed Being X!**The promised destruction of the soul, and so called last reincarnation is a lie by that being. Tanya - or her new given name Tsuyu Uzumaki found herself in the world of Shinobi - with fox-skinned Godzilla named Kyuubi destroying the village on the day she and her twin brother Naruto were born.Tanya once again curse Being X in her heart because she knows this world is far more dangerous than the last. But that does not stop her from her goal of being able to sit on top and leisurely enjoy life. Therefore, she will rise through the ranks, finding opportunity for herself to finally sit at the throne of Hokage! Or the Konoha Council - eyeing the position similar to Danzo, Koharu and Homura.This is her journey!

Hybern is defeated, but peace is not yet near. An ancient prophecy foretells the fusion of two souls. Nova, daughter of Feyre and Rhysand of the Night Court is to be joined with Hollis, son of Kallias and Viviane of the Winter Court. Without this union, it has been said death will claim the Fae lands, and in its destruction, all the Courts will fall.

Thanks to my hypnosis app, I’ve gotten closer to Mom and Big Sis. Not only mentally, but also physically! Plus, every time I pull off a successful hypnosis, I earn points that awaken my powers! A thrilling, sweet-and-bitter pure love story with my beautiful, kind mom and my nagging older sister. Impossible, right? I don’t think so.Disclaimer: This story contains NTR like situation, so if you guys don't like this, I recommend you pass on this novel.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.