Rasa watched the emotion points flood in and convert instantly. The counter on his system panel smashed through the 3,000 mark like it had been waiting for this moment.
No hesitation.
"Thirty consecutive draws. Start."
The invisible wheel spun.
Gold. A forged suicide note—Konoha Chunin edition. A one-day ninja experience card—Mist Chunin version. Then the pity reward hit.
S-rank ninjutsu: Arc-Moon Sand Dune.
Rasa's eyes lit up. The image that flashed in his mind was Crocodile from that other world—his arm turning into a massive, curving sand blade that sucked every drop of moisture from whatever it touched. In this world, where almost nobody could survive total dehydration, that move was lethal.
Pakura's Scorch Release already proved how deadly removing water could be. This was the same idea, minus the fire, and it landed at the perfect time.
With Sand Soldier Emergence and Shifting Sands, Rasa's defense and mobility were already top-tier. What he needed now was raw killing power. Arc-Moon Sand Dune delivered exactly that.
He stepped onto the rooftop.
"Arc-Moon Sand Dune."
Sand surged from the ground and wrapped around his right arm, forming a long, gleaming crescent blade. It wasn't stiff like a normal weapon—it flexed, extended, and reshaped on command. Rasa swung once. The blade stretched twenty feet, then snapped back into a compact, deadly arc.
A grin spread across his face.
"Even better than the original. Way more unpredictable."
No live targets in the village—he wasn't Orochimaru, experimenting on his own people. But the Land of Wind still had plenty of sand bandits. Murderers. Rapists. The kind of scum that made honest travelers disappear. Perfect test subjects.
Back in his office, Rasa glanced at the other two prizes.
The forged suicide note was rare and extremely useful. This Konoha Chunin version would fit perfectly into the third rumor he was already building. The one-day experience card—Mist Chunin—would let him slip into Kirigakure, gather fresh intel, and keep the rumor mill spinning at the same time.
By late afternoon the last stack of paperwork was done. War might be over, but the real work had only just begun: rewards, compensation for the wounded, pensions for the dead, and the massive Sun Disk project that was eating resources like crazy.
Home.
"I'm back."
Two voices answered at once.
"Lord Husband!"
"Lord Husband!"
Karura and Pakura stood in the courtyard, both flushing the second their eyes met. The air turned thick and awkward.
Before anyone could speak, the door burst open.
"I'm home!"
Temari charged straight at Rasa and wrapped both arms around his leg.
"Father!"
Yashamaru followed with Kankuro in tow. The boy shot his sister a quick glare of pure jealousy, then wiped it off his face the instant she turned around. Rasa caught the whole thing and almost laughed.
Kid's got talent. Just not the kind that shows up on paper yet.
" Dinner's ready," Karura called.
The table was loaded—roast meat, fresh bread, desert fruits, everything they hadn't had time for during the war. For the first time in months, the house felt like a home again.
Later that night, after the kids were asleep, Karura leaned against Rasa's chest.
"Go to Pakura tonight, husband. She's only been back a few days. She deserves you."
Rasa pulled her closer, voice low.
"You're too good to me, Karura."
He crossed the short hallway to Pakura's room. She lay on the bed pretending to sleep, but the pink in her cheeks gave her away. Rasa slipped under the sheets. The moment his hand touched her waist, she stopped pretending.
The bed creaked. Soft gasps filled the dark room. Pakura's nails dug into his back as he moved inside her—slow at first, then harder, deeper, the way she liked it after weeks apart. She came with a sharp cry, body trembling, and Rasa followed seconds later, burying his face in her neck.
Midnight.
Rasa left the warm bed, pulled on a robe, and walked to his study. A new sheet of aged paper had already appeared on the desk.
Forged Suicide Note – Cloud Village Chunin Edition.
Rasa picked up the pen.
"Danzo-sama… even for the sake of the village, I can no longer agree with the act of killing our own comrades."