But this last half-sentence made this so-called perfect replacement feel a bit useless.
Because it could only be used on a character with all their memories.
It didn't mean you could just have a general understanding of their life.
No—this meant possessing every memory, from the very beginning to the end of that character's life.
Rasa stared at the perfect replacement with an expressionless face. It felt as if it had been designed specifically for him.
He narrowed his eyes, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.
But soon, he forcibly pushed them all aside.
Just as he had done when he was working in his previous life, he suppressed every negative emotion in his heart.
"Oh, being able to come here was always my dream. Now that I've made it, what is there left to doubt? Honestly."
His quiet murmur echoed in the silent bedroom.
The sound was so soft that only he could hear it.
Then Rasa stood, stretched, and let a smile appear on his face again.
Whether this ability was tailor-made for him or just coincidence didn't matter.
Speculation was meaningless when a system like this existed.
Instead of wasting time in endless doubts and fear, it was better to work hard and ensure that the Sand Village had the last laugh in the coming war.
And along the way, he could finally fulfill his long-cherished dream.
"Perfect replacement, initiate exchange!"
"Please choose a replacement. Current replacement: Rasa."
"Choose Rasa!"
"Ding! Exchange successful. The host will now undergo a three-minute transmission. During this time, please avoid strenuous activity and wait patiently."
Rasa calmly lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling as he tried to sense the changes within his body.
Within seconds, he felt a new force stirring inside him.
It flowed constantly through his internal organs, and each time it passed his heart, he could feel it growing stronger.
"Chakra…"
Still lying there, he focused on the sensation, muttering softly.
"Ding! Transport complete! This transformation took a total of four minutes and thirty-nine seconds."
At the sound, Rasa rose in silence.
Sitting on the bed, he felt the additional ninjutsu imprinted into his body, along with the most important bloodline limit—Magnetic Release: Gold Sand.
Before this, even though he held all of Rasa's memories,
…it had been no different than watching a movie.
He knew the moves, but not how to use them.
Now it was entirely different.
He instinctively knew how to wield the jutsu and manipulate chakra.
Just like how a newborn naturally knows how to suckle and breathe—it was something etched into his very genes.
Rasa walked to the window and pushed it open.
At once, the howling sandstorm outside blew into the room, carrying with it a sharp "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."
He ignored the sting of sand on his face.
Extending his right hand out the window, he slowly clenched his fist.
"Magnetic Release: Gold Sand!"
With his quiet command,
Crash, crash!
The sand gathered outside rose into the air, forming a massive sword five meters long and a meter wide.
Rasa squinted at it.
Not enough. Still not enough.
As the thought crossed his mind, the sand sword collapsed, scattering back into its loose form.
The swirling golden grains floated eerily in the air, strange yet magnificent.
He watched them, deep in thought.
The scope of Gold Sand was still far too narrow—nothing compared to the Third Kazekage's Iron Sand.
Even Gaara's sand manipulation, as seen in the original timeline, outshined this. Gold Sand, as it stood, was one of the weakest forms of Magnetic Release.
Its only real advantage was panning gold by attracting the denser particles.
But so what?
When Rasa had checked the exchange page earlier, he'd seen countless other ways to earn money.
He didn't need to waste time like this.
He unclenched his hand, letting the golden sand drift gently to the ground.
It settled quietly, without a sound to disturb anyone nearby.
I still need to find something stronger. Something that can really help me.
Closing the window, he sat on the bed again, eyes fixed on the glowing interface before him as he began flipping through pages.
For now, his skill points were exhausted.
But, by his calculation, after another ten minutes—when midnight came—he'd regain nearly a thousand.
He needed something that could effectively counter that man, Aoki.
"Ding! Hanori, Karura, Ayame, and others' favorability has reached 200, the upper limit of the high-grade favorability-doubling fruit!"
"Pakura's favorability doubled to 58 points!"
"Yasha Rei's favorability doubled to 36 points!"
"You've obtained a total of 994 skill points!"
Ten minutes later, the system voice rang in his head.
Rasa's eyes paused briefly, then he resumed flipping through the exchange pages.
The number matched his expectations, so he didn't dwell on it.
What mattered now was finding something useful.
By then, he had already reached page 200.
Anything that caught his interest, he marked down.
But so far, nothing truly improved his strength.
The system was undeniably powerful—
Yet it lacked even the simplest functions, like category or keyword searches.
Rasa honestly didn't know how to feel about that.
After several minutes, he glanced at the screen again.
Just as he was about to turn to the next page, he froze—his eyes locking on the middle of the page.
He read it again and again, making sure he wasn't imagining it. His breathing grew heavier.
The exchange page displayed:
Page 213 (213/900,000,000,000)
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Bloodline Limit Upgrade (50 skill points): Each redemption strengthens your bloodline limit in all aspects. Cost doubles with each upgrade.
Rasa quickly calculated. The risk was worth it. He nodded firmly.
"Exchange!"
"Success. 50 skill points spent. Magnetic Release: Gold Dust upgraded. Control over finer particles improved, chakra efficiency increased."
Rasa took a deep breath. He knew he had made the right choice.
"Exchange!"
"Confirm: Spend 100 skill points to upgrade again?"
"Confirm!"
"Success. Magnetic Release: Gold Dust upgraded. Range increased, chakra efficiency improved."
"Again!"
"200 skill points spent. Upgrade complete…"
"Keep going!"
"400 skill points spent! Magnetic Release: Gold Sand advanced!"
"Ha…"
At that moment, even the system's mechanical voice sounded sweet, almost musical.
Although Rasa was confident this was the right path, he didn't know how many upgrades it would take to reach the result he wanted.
Fortunately, just before his skill points ran dry, the upgrade finally gave him what he needed.
Wiping sweat from his brow, Rasa sighed with relief.
"It always comes at the very last moment, doesn't it?"
After sighing, Rasa lifted his left hand slightly.
Immediately, dozens of kunai hanging on the wall flew to him.
A moment later, the air was filled with the sharp hiss of metal cutting through wind.
He reached out, grasped one kunai tightly, and pulled. It didn't budge.
He tried again, this time with more force—but still nothing.
Thinking for a moment, he extended his right index finger. At once, an iron sword hanging outside shot toward him.
Rasa caught it, released his magnetic control, and swung the blade hard against the kunai.
The iron shattered instantly, but the kunai remained unscathed—not even a scratch.
Satisfied, he nodded.
With this, he was certain of victory in tomorrow's match.
After all, the Magnetic Release he now wielded was one of the most powerful bloodline limits in existence.