Genkawa Uchiha suppressed his slightly excited emotions, then formed a thought in his mind.
Draw!
Everything about this system was great, except he could only draw once a year. It was seriously messing with his mindset.
If he could draw every day, he would have left Konoha long ago.
The moment the thought arose, the system panel before him suddenly erupted with a burst of colorful light visible only to him.
The light exploded from the center of the panel, scattering multicolored sparks in every direction before converging into a glowing mass that flowed across the panel, dazzlingly brilliant.
Red light, blue light, purple light, golden light—every color corresponded to an ability.
It could be a Kekkei Genkai, some secret technique, or perhaps an unusual ability he had never encountered before. The lights changed so quickly that he had no time to distinguish what each color represented.
He stared at the lights, his heartbeat slightly faster than usual. It was a draw, after all. Even with his temperament, he could not avoid feeling a little emotional whenever this happened.
Before long, the lights began to change more slowly.
From fast to slow, from frantic to gradual.
Those colors no longer leaped about wildly as they had before. Instead, it was as though someone were slowly turning a dial, clicking down one notch at a time.
The red faded.
The blue faded.
The purple faded.
The gold faded as well.
Until, in the end, it settled on a field of flowing white light.
The white light was not blinding. On the contrary, it was gentle, like a piece of warm jade emitting a glow. It rested quietly at the center of the panel, no longer changing.
Then, the light condensed.
The white glow slowly took shape on the panel. Lines formed,