After a few seconds, the excitement on Rasa's face slowly faded into calm.
He'd gotten hyped up just from reading the name—but the last sentence of the description was a gut punch.
If not for that one restriction…
This skill would've been the absolute best value item in the entire system.
But that final sentence made the "Perfect Substitution" feel somewhat useless.
Because it could only be used on characters whose entire memory—from the moment of consciousness to death—was in his possession.
It wasn't enough to just know about a character's life or experiences.
You had to have lived it, have seen and felt it, every detail.
Rasa stared blankly at the "Perfect Substitution" description, a strange sense creeping into his chest.
It felt like this ability had been tailor-made just for him.
His eyes narrowed as a storm of thoughts stirred within him.
But he quickly forced those thoughts down.
Just like during his time working as a salary man, Rasa suppressed every unproductive or negative emotion.
"Heh. Wasn't this the dream I always wanted? Now that I've made it here, what's there to hesitate about?"
His voice broke the silence of the room—so soft, it could barely be heard even by himself.
Then, Rasa stood up, stretched lazily, and a familiar smirk crept back onto his face.
Whether this system was made specifically for him or it was just a cosmic coincidence…
It didn't matter.
If someone out there could create a system like this, what good would it do to question or overthink?
Instead of drowning in paranoia, he might as well focus on leading Sunagakure to survive the coming war—and maybe fulfill a few of his long-held fantasies along the way.
"Redeem: Perfect Substitution."
"Please select a substitution target. Current candidate: Rasa."
"Confirmed: Rasa."
"Ding. Exchange successful. The host will now undergo a memory and power transfer over approximately three minutes. Please remain still during this process."
Rasa lay back on the bed, staring calmly at the ceiling, trying to sense any changes in his body.
After a few seconds, he felt it—a new power awakening within.
It circulated from deep in his organs, looping through him.
And every time it passed his heart, it grew stronger.
"Chakra…" he whispered, eyes still closed, savoring the sensation.
"Ding. Transmission complete! Time elapsed: 4 minutes 39 seconds."
Rasa slowly sat up on the bed.
He could now feel every technique, every jutsu, and most importantly—the Magnet Release: Gold Dust bloodline limit—etched into his muscles and instincts.
Before, even with Rasa's memories, it had been like watching a movie from a third-person view.
He could see how the techniques worked, but he couldn't feel how to use them.
But now? It was like second nature—like breathing.
As if he had been born with this.
He walked to the window, opened it with a soft click.
Instantly, wind swept in, carrying swirling sand, and the low howling of the desert air.
Rasa ignored the gusts blowing against his face.
Instead, he stretched out his right hand past the windowsill and slowly clenched his fist.
"Magnet Release: Gold Dust."
Shhhkk—shhhkk!
The sand accumulated outside the window began to rise.
Bit by bit, it floated upward—gradually forming into the shape of a massive golden blade, five meters long and a meter wide.
Rasa squinted, watching the sand-sword take shape.
He shook his head.
Not enough. Still not enough.
As soon as the thought passed through his mind, the golden blade dissolved back into a cloud of dust.
Fine grains of golden sand hovered midair, dense and majestic, yet eerie.
Rasa stared at the scene.
The versatility of Gold Dust… was just too limited.
It didn't hold a candle to the Iron Sand used by the Third Kazekage.
Not even Gaara's sand manipulation in the original timeline.
Honestly, this had to be one of the weakest Magnet Release variants.
Maybe the only practical use was gold panning—magnetically separating dense gold particles from sand.
But seriously, what was the point?
He'd seen countless other ways to get rich on the system's exchange pages.
There was no need to waste time doing manual labor.
His hand relaxed, and the floating sand gently sank back to the ground without a sound.
Time to look for something stronger.
Something that could truly boost his strength.
He shut the window, sat cross-legged on the bed, and reopened the system interface.
His current skill points?
Zero...