Rasa looked at the S-Rank Ninjutsu Enhancement Card first.
Last time he'd used one, Sand Substitution turned into the Anubis God technique. The upgrade had been massive. He was curious what this one would do.
"Use it."
Three names flashed across the card.
Wind Release: Vacuum Wave.
Wind Release: Vacuum Jade.
Wind Release: Vacuum Blade.
Rasa stared.
"All three are Wind Release? Well, that makes the choice easy."
He picked the first one without hesitation.
A streak of light flashed. The names vanished. Fresh knowledge poured straight into his mind.
[God's Vacuum Hand]
—Lock onto a target. Spend chakra. The jutsu targets their clothes and forces them into a vacuum state.
Rasa's eyes widened.
"What the actual fuck?"
He read the description again, half in disbelief.
This was basically a hentai move. It stripped the inner layers of someone's clothing in an instant.
"Not that the ability is weak," he muttered, "but we're in a ninja world. This feels more like a B-rank prank than an S-rank technique. What does it even accomplish? You strip their underwear and… what? They get embarrassed?"
He thought about Naruto's Sexy Jutsu. It worked sometimes, but it was never S-rank material.
"Maybe the conceptual nature pushes it to S-rank," he said. "Against normal people it's useless. But against an Otsutsuki? One second of distraction could be worth it."
Rasa glanced at a small kid playing nearby.
"God's Vacuum Hand."
The boy suddenly yelped and burst into tears. A woman rushed out, scooped him up, and carried him inside.
Rasa watched with his Byakugan.
For one split second the kid's clothes had vanished completely—then reappeared. No trace left behind.
"Clean removal. No residue. Chakra cost is low too."
He moved on to the Versus Points Exchange Card.
This thing had been a goldmine. Pick a target and farm points fast.
"Let's see if Danzo shows up again. That guy's so easy to piss off."
He activated the card.
Six names appeared:
Ōnoki.
Chojuro.
A.
Rasa.
Hiruzen Sarutobi.
Kakashi Hatake.
Rasa raised an eyebrow.
"My own name? Yeah, no thanks. Fighting myself would just give me a headache."
He crossed off the others quickly.
"Ōnoki's too far away. Chojuro's village is already finished. A's not on my radar yet. Kakashi's complicated."
That left Hiruzen.
"No Danzo this time. Shame. But the Leaf and Sand are already at each other's throats, and Hiruzen just stuck his neck out with that fake Kakashi stunt. Perfect timing."
He'd planned to run a debate in the Weekly about the real versus fake Kakashi anyway. That should sting Hiruzen hard.
The One-Night Dream Fabrication Card could wait.
Rasa grabbed paper and pen and wrote three clear points:
1. The real Kakashi always uses Chidori.
2. The real Kakashi copies techniques with his Sharingan.
3. The real Kakashi can summon the Eight Ninja Hounds.
Using Transformation Technique to copy someone's appearance was easy. Copying everything else? That was a different story. Even Water Mirror Technique couldn't do it perfectly.
Far away in Amegakure, Kakashi read the Leaf's latest announcement and felt his blood boil.
"Shameless. Completely shameless."
He clenched his fists until his knuckles went white.
"Now I'm the fake one? After everything I gave that village?"
His voice cracked.
"Hokage-sama… no. Hiruzen Sarutobi. I never thought you were this kind of man. You betrayed my father. You betrayed me. Maybe Minato-sensei really was set up by you too. Maybe the Uchiha were innocent all along."
Tears stung his eyes.
"Everything I believed in was a lie."
A heavy presence filled the room. Pain stood across from him, orange hair and Rinnegan eyes giving off that overwhelming pressure.
"Kakashi. We've worked out a solution for your strength problem."
Kakashi looked up.
"Leader."
Pain's voice was calm but absolute.
"That Sharingan from your teammate helped you, but it's also holding you back. Remove it and your own potential can finally surface. You might even reach the level your father, the White Fang, once had. After all, you're his son."
"I can arrange the surgery. We'll take out the Sharingan and heal your injuries at the same time. Your power will rise."
Kakashi didn't argue. He could feel the eye's side effects every day. It was a double-edged sword.
"What happens to the Sharingan?" he asked.
Pain answered without hesitation.
"I'll keep it safe."
In truth, Obito had already made his decision. Transplanting Hashirama cells into Kakashi while keeping the Sharingan was too risky. Kakashi might figure out who he really was. The Moon's Eye plan came first.
Obito's voice came through the mask, steady.
"Don't worry. I'll store it at the Akatsuki base. It'll be waiting for you whenever you want it—completely unharmed."
Kakashi took a deep breath.
"All right. I'll do it. Set up the surgery, Leader."