From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 285 Inuyama He

In an instant, the battlefield was divided into two parts.

Genjiro and Kazama Ruri, this duo with an ambiguous and unclear relationship, passionately slashed each other under the cover of night.

Both wielded ancient alchemical swords, and each clash produced dazzling sparks. Their all-out attacks were like a relentless downpour or a raging torrent.

With each swing of their swords, they were determined to kill each other.

Like two bloodthirsty beasts in the jungle, they disregarded the severity of their own injuries in order to hunt and kill each other, tearing apart each other's fur with their sharp teeth, biting off their flesh and blood, chewing up their bones, and then swallowing them bit by bit, completely erasing any trace of their existence.

To onlookers, they might have thought the two had some deep-seated grudge.

However, Sakura, who was helping Genji, knew that the two should have been the closest brothers, but due to certain reasons, they went down completely opposite paths.

"Original girl!"

"I already told you my name is Kazama Ruri!"

when!
The blades clashed once more.

Their golden eyes reflected each other's images.

Genji gripped the hilt of the sword and slashed upwards at an angle, the blade tearing through the air with a piercing whistle.

Ruri Kazama parried with her sword, but the powerful slash sent her staggering back several steps. Her wrist trembled uncontrollably, as if she were being run over by a steamroller; the force was astonishing.

The sharp sword energy scattered, cutting through the hard road surface with crisscrossing cracks resembling a spider web.

Meanwhile, Caesar and Chu Zihang faced off against those who had been modified by the Fierce Ghosts, resulting in a one-sided situation.

Blazing flames roared past, the scorching sea of ​​fire engulfing the distorted figures. Chu Zihang

Caesar pulled the trigger, and his beloved Desert Eagle burst into flames in the darkness. Kinetic energy surged from the barrel, and the spinning brass bullet shot out, guided by the Word of Power: Kamaitachi, hitting the lurking demons with pinpoint accuracy every time.

Although it was their first time working together, their chemistry was excellent, and there was no sense of unfamiliarity between them.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Kazama Ruri abruptly looked up to the side.

At the end of the inky night, on the asphalt highway, the pale moonlight cast a long shadow.

The overwhelming momentum swept in like a landslide and a tsunami. In an instant, everyone present felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their hearts, as if they were in the deep sea, the air was like a thick gel, and as the figure approached, the smooth asphalt road surface continued to crack and groan under the weight.

Click! Click! Click!

The asphalt road surface, cracked and crumbling inch by inch, looked as if it had been trampled by a giant beast.

Soon, with the help of a sliver of moonlight peeking through the dark clouds, everyone was able to see the newcomer clearly. He was an elderly man with gray hair, not particularly tall or strong, wearing a simple black haori, white socks, and wooden clogs, looking like an ordinary Japanese old man.

However, this seemingly ordinary old man, who appeared unremarkable, made Kazama Ruri feel as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

Kazama Ruri's tyrannical golden eyes instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

When they were about ten meters apart, the old man stopped. His eyes seemed to burn with an inextinguishable flame, pure gold flowing within them, containing unimaginable savagery and power. Despite his seemingly frail appearance, a single glance from him brought the chaotic battlefield to a standstill.

"I'm not in the mood for your nonsense today."

The old man's tone was calm, without the slightest fluctuation, as if he were recounting everyday matters: "Thirty seconds, disappear from my sight, or you can all stay here." "I didn't expect it to be the Inuyama family head." Kazama Ruri sheathed her crimson longsword, sighed with a hint of regret, glanced at Adam hiding behind the crowd with amusement, and chuckled: "It seems I can't ask you to go back today, but it's alright, the king said you'll come sooner or later."

"Ten seconds left."

The head of the Inuyama family lifted his haori, revealing the scabbard beneath his robe.

His voice was like a vengeful ghost at midnight, filled with chilling killing intent, and the temperature on the entire street plummeted.

Seeing this, Kazama Ruri no longer hesitated; he knew what would happen if he stayed any longer.

"Adam Angelweid, you'll understand next time we meet."

Before leaving, Kazama Ruri didn't forget to leave behind these words before retreating into the night.

"One second."

As the countdown ended, the Inuyama family head's aura changed dramatically, like the awakening of Mount Fuji.

That extremely violent aura was like that of an ancient beast; his ferocious golden pupils shone brightly. Then he gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist and exhaled a stream of turbid air from his mouth.

The next moment, a piercing sonic boom suddenly rang out, tearing apart the silent night.

Everything within a street stretching dozens of meters seemed to have been swept by a tornado, with raging and terrifying winds whipping up a storm visible to the naked eye.

The dense blade light, invisible to the naked eye, resembled a mighty, raging river, pouring out in dazzling silver light. It was as pervasive as mercury spilling onto the ground, carrying an extremely terrifying momentum that swallowed up the 'ghosts' that were still surrounding them.

In the blink of an eye—no, almost in the blink of an eye—those people had been reduced to countless tiny bits of minced meat.

Large amounts of blood were splattered on the asphalt road, while the old man in the black haori slowly sheathed the knife in his hand, his eyelids lowered, his face expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

Of course, this is on the premise that we need to ignore the hundreds of clear knife marks that extend forward from the old man, deeply engraved on the asphalt road.

"Head of the Inuyama family, what brings you here?"

Yuan Zhisheng spat out a mouthful of blood, his already effeminate face appearing somewhat pale.

Clearly, the battle with Kazama Ruri just now was not easy for him.

“It was Mr. Masamune who sent me.”

The head of the Inuyama family explained the reason, then looked at the three people from Kassel and said calmly, "On behalf of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, I apologize for what happened tonight. The Snake-Headed Eight Families will give you three a satisfactory explanation and answer regarding this matter soon."

"Who is this?"

Caesar put away his joking expression; he still held elders in high esteem, especially the strong.

"Excuse me, let me introduce myself."

Genji tidied his appearance and then said seriously, "This is Mr. Inuyama He, the current head of the Inuyama family, one of the Eight Families of the Snake Clan, and the first Director of the Executive Department of Japan."

"Everyone, please."

Inuyama He glanced at the blond youth with glasses, his eyes flickering with an inexplicable meaning, before continuing, "The representatives of the Snake-Headed Eight Families have already prepared a formal welcoming ceremony for the three special envoys who have just arrived in Japan in Takamagahara. Please take your place."

(End of this chapter)