I'm in the Dragon Clan, bound to the Naruto Counterattack System

Chapter 100 Acquaintance

Naruto Uzumaki's Japanese name is うずまきナ儿卜, which is pronounced UzumakiNaruto in Romanization.

Masashi Kishimoto named this globally acclaimed manga after its protagonist, "Naruto."

When the Traditional Chinese version was introduced, it was named "Naruto," and the name has remained unchanged ever since.

The problem is that there is no Naruto in this world, and you can't even find any information about Masashi Kishimoto online.

So where did this girl learn about the special term Naruto? Cheng Sui didn't think there were any other Narutos in the world.

His gaze refocused on the girl's face. She was still staring at him without blinking, and her previously emotionless crimson eyes now flickered with an indescribable expectation.

Cheng Sui suddenly remembered that, besides himself, the only person in the world who knew the name Naruto was... "You are—" Cheng Sui's voice was tinged with uncertainty as he carefully examined the girl's delicate yet pale face, her skin so white it seemed unreal. "Eri?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a sparkle appeared in the girl's eyes.

Cheng Suineng could clearly feel that this girl, who had always been expressionless, was like a doll that had been injected with life, and her whole aura had become vibrant.

She quickly squatted down, took out a small notebook from her wide sleeve, placed it flat on her knees, and then picked up a pen to write carefully, stroke by stroke.

This action made Cheng Sui look away uncomfortably.

The design of the shrine maiden's outfit was supposed to be solemn and dignified, with the neckline supposed to be close to the skin. However, perhaps because she felt uncomfortable while blow-drying her hair, the girl unconsciously pulled the neckline open a little.

From his angle at that moment, one could just catch a glimpse of a youthful yet already well-developed curve.

However, Erii was completely unaware of this. She quickly finished writing, held the notebook high, and handed it to Cheng Sui.

"Eri Uesugi, that's my name."

That was a name written neatly in Chinese.

She pointed to the words in the notebook, then to herself, her movements carrying a naive solemnity.

Cheng Sui stared at the young girl in front of him, momentarily stunned.

He never imagined that he would meet that "online friend" in Tokyo in this way.

He had always thought Erii was a child, and judging from their previous conversations, she lacked a lot of basic common sense.

But he never imagined that Erii was a girl about his age.

But why does she act so naive and ignorant? Why does she never speak and only communicate through writing?

Could it be that he has some hidden illness?

But seeing that she can understand Chinese and even write beautiful, delicate characters, she doesn't seem to have any intellectual disabilities.

Cheng Sui suppressed his doubts, squatted down, and gestured with his eyes to indicate whether he could borrow her pen.

Erii nodded obediently and handed him the pen.

The notebook was hidden in my sleeve, and the paper was a little damp and wrinkled.

Cheng Sui carefully wrote his name in the blank space of the notebook.

After finishing writing, he looked at his crooked handwriting and compared it with Erii's neat and elegant handwriting next to him. He couldn't help but feel ashamed. He had been writing Chinese for more than 20 years, but his handwriting was not as good as that of a girl who had been learning Chinese for less than a month.

Compared to Erii's delicate handwriting, calling Cheng Sui's handwriting "dog scratch" is an understatement.

Erii looked down at the two words "Cheng Sui" on the notebook, and her eyes suddenly lit up, as if stars had fallen into her crimson eyes.

Cheng Sui suddenly remembered what Leonardo da Vinci had said in his junior high school textbook: "The eyes are the windows to the soul."

If Erii before was like a delicate yet empty doll, then now, she seemed to have been infused with a soul by the Creator. This was the first time Cheng Sui had seen such vivid and lively emotions on her face.

But the next second, Erii looked at her wet, clinging shrine maiden outfit, silently lowered her head, and was somewhat afraid to look Cheng Sui in the eye.

Everyone thinks Erii is dull and unresponsive, but deep down she's also a sensitive young girl. She's not stupid, she just doesn't know how to handle many things. But she knows that she should dress up nicely when meeting her friends...

It should be clean and tidy.

Looking at her disheveled appearance, her toes under her white socks curled up involuntarily, gripping the straps of her wooden clogs tightly, and an indescribable sense of loss enveloped her.

"Let's go buy clothes."

Cheng Sui's gentle voice broke the silence. Erii looked up and saw his outstretched hand.

"Mmm," she responded very softly, her voice barely audible and almost drowned out by the sound of the rain.

She reached out, ready to grasp that warm hand.

"?"

The change happened in an instant.

Erii felt her foot slip, and the fluorescent ceiling of the convenience store in front of her suddenly spun, causing her to lean backward uncontrollably.

She stepped into a small puddle next to her wooden clogs, and the slippery tiles caused her to completely lose her balance.

Cheng Sui's reaction was astonishingly fast.

Almost instinctively, he wrapped his arm around the girl's slender waist and pulled her back from the brink of falling.

A delicate fragrance, unique to young girls, mixed with the freshness of rain and a faint woody scent, instantly enveloped his nose.

The touch in my arms was incredibly soft, and even through my soaked clothes, I could feel the warmth of her body. Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Cheng Sui looked down at the girl in his arms, who still had no expression but was staring at him with wide eyes. A blush involuntarily rose on his face.

Erii looked up at Cheng Sui's face, which was so close to hers, and a strange feeling she had never experienced before quietly spread through her heart.

She couldn't quite describe the feeling; she only felt a sour and astringent sensation in her chest, mixed with a faint sweetness, which left her somewhat at a loss.

Meanwhile, the top floor and interior of Genji Heavy Industries.

Looking at the mess in the room, Tachibana Masamune sighed helplessly, got up, and prepared to take the elevator to leave this place of trouble.

As for Cheng Sui, he had just secretly contacted Kazama Ruri, demanding that he spare no effort, use any means necessary, and even be allowed to mobilize some of the assassins he had privately trained, to force that boy into a corner.

He can defeat hundreds of dangerous hybrids by himself, but what if there are hundreds of Deadpools? If hundreds aren't enough, what if there are thousands?

Even Tachibana Masamune himself didn't realize that since Cheng Sui came to Japan, his originally meticulous thinking had gradually become crazy, almost to the point of being reckless.

When Tachibana Masamune arrived at the elevator, he saw an unexpected person.

"Children?"

Upon seeing Genjiro, all the gloom and madness on Tachibana Masamune's face vanished instantly, and he returned to his usual calm, composed, and kind-looking demeanor.

"I thought you went to rest. You've worked hard these past few days. Take a good vacation after everything is over."

Genji forced a smile: "Eri has run away from home, but we've already assigned people to monitor her via CCTV, and so far nothing unexpected has happened."

His tone carried a barely perceptible weariness.

Masamune Tachibana nodded, stepped forward, and affectionately put his arm around his shoulder: "Let's not talk about that now. How about we talk about where you want to go after this is over? I heard you mentioned you were interested in the beaches of France?"

Yuan Zhisheng took out a cigarette from his pocket, hesitated for a moment, and did not choose to light it.

He really wanted to say, "Dad, I'm tired."

But under Tachibana Masamune's earnest gaze, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to say those words.

Just then, hurried and heavy footsteps came from the stairwell.

Despite being a dignified A-level hybrid, Crow was panting heavily, clearly because the elevator was congested and he had to climb more than ten floors in one go.

"What happened?" Tachibana Masamune looked at the panting crow and had a bad feeling.

The crow disregarded etiquette, its gaze fixed directly on Genji, and it strained to speak clearly: "Young Master! The... the young lady—the head of the Uesugi family—she—she's been kidnapped!"

(I'm late, I've been busy with CS and other tournaments these past few days, which has delayed the author's progress.)