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

Chapter 142 Evolution Drug

As the pitch-black Sleipnir pierced the clouds and disappeared at the edge of the horizon, a torrential downpour began.

Large raindrops pounded against the glass curtain wall of the airport, making a series of dense raindrop sounds, instantly converging into a stream that blurred the entire world. Only then did Chisato belatedly realize that the weather forecast had reported this morning that the entire Tokyo Bay would be shrouded in storm due to the typhoon.

Only someone like Principal Angers would dare to attempt a takeoff and landing in such extremely harsh weather.

Erii tilted her head back until the last trace of black on Sleipnir's tail was completely swallowed by the thick clouds before slowly turning her gaze away.

The raindrops, whipped up by the gale, lashed against her at an angle.

Her hair was quickly soaked, and drops of water rolled down her dark red hair, tracing her fair cheeks, making the girl's already delicate temperament even more pitiful.

"Naruto is gone."

She held up her small notebook, the handwriting delicate yet revealing an undeniable sense of loss.

She also remembered her first encounter with Naruto, which was on a rainy day like this.

Genji opened a long-handled black umbrella, completely covering Erii and shielding her from the rain.

His movements were very light, and his gaze shifted from the ominous dark cloud to the girl's face.

"He will come back."

These words were spoken softly, more as a way of convincing Erii than of comforting her.

Genji reached out and used his fingertips to wipe away the water droplets from Erii's hair.

"So Erii needs to cooperate with the treatment these next few days and get well soon."

"That way, next time he comes, we can spend more time together."

Erii nodded vigorously.

She looked into the distance again; the thick fog brought by the rain cast a frosted filter over the bustling city.

The towering buildings, standing side by side, appeared and disappeared in the fog, losing their former sharp outlines and leaving only oppressive silhouettes.

Layer upon layer of dark clouds pressed down heavily, the low air pressure making it hard to breathe and causing a feeling of tightness in the chest.

The scenery was exactly the same as the day they first met, but Erii felt that Tokyo had lost its former appeal.

She suddenly missed Cheng Sui very much.

Under the same curtain of rain, the observation deck at the top of Tokyo Tower.

Ruri Kazama stood quietly by the window, looking down at the city shrouded in wind and rain.

He watched with his own eyes as the black Sleipnir, like a nimble raptor, pierced through the clouds and disappeared into the horizon.

His ear was wrapped in thick bandages, and the blood that had seeped out had been washed away by the rain.

The plain white kimono stained with blood from the battle had long been replaced by a gorgeous black kimono with red flowers.

His clothes were loosely open, revealing the man's delicate collarbone and a clearly visible knife wound on his neck, a mark left by Cheng Sui's fierce attack.

Kazama Ruri's expression was neither sad nor happy; she simply stared indifferently at the layers of dark clouds rolling in from the horizon.

Tokyo was called Edo during the Edo period.

Legend has it that after the anti-shogunate forces defeated the shogunate army at the Battle of Fushimi-Toba, their advance was directed towards Edo Castle.

The last shogun, Tokugawa Yoshinobu, stood atop the castle, watching the heavily armored, dark, and overwhelming anti-shogunate army pressing in from outside the city. His last shred of fighting spirit vanished.

So he chose to surrender.

Kazama Ruri subconsciously reached out and gently touched her ear, which had been severed at the root by lightning; all that remained were the bandages.

The phantom pain came in waves.

He can now somewhat understand how Tokugawa Yoshinobu felt back then.

What kind of profound helplessness and despair must have driven a general who held the reins of power to willingly relinquish all his honor and status?

A strong wind, carrying icy rain, poured in through the windows of the observation deck, soaking his clothes and long hair.

Kazama Ruri slowly closed her eyes, letting the chill seep into her skin.

He gently placed his hand on the hilt of the long sword at his waist, his back view appearing lonely and melancholy in the empty observation deck, like a wandering samurai about to embark on an unknown journey.

Even the rain that falls from the sky seems to have taken on a lonely hue.

"I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you had already returned to Osaka."

A hoarse voice suddenly rang out from behind, instantly shattering the lonely atmosphere.

The king appeared behind him at some unknown time, his wide black robe completely enveloping him, revealing only a strange white mask.

Kazama Ruri slowly turned around and looked at the ghostly man.

"You didn't manage to take that girl with you?"

His tone was calm, yet it struck at the other person's sore spot.

Wang Jiang chuckled, his face beneath the mask revealing no emotional fluctuations, seemingly unperturbed by Kazama Ruri's provocation.

"You didn't stop that monster either."

"And the price I paid was much less than yours."

The king's gaze fell on Kazama Ruri's bandaged ear, scrutinizing her with a mocking expression.

"What I'm more curious about is why he only removed one of your ears. To be honest, I was quite surprised to learn that you were still alive."

Ruri Kazama gazed at the dense rain outside the window, her voice so soft it seemed it might dissipate in the wind at any moment.

"Is it just surprise?"

"What kind of emotion do you want me to show?" the king asked in return.

"I thought I was important to you, just like that girl named Erii."

There was no trace of joy or anger in Kazama Ruri's voice.

"So, I'm just a pawn you discarded?"

"Of course not."

The king will spread his arms wide, and his black robe will unfurl, like a giant bat ready to embrace its prey.

"You are my most important pawn. No matter what happens, as long as you have a breath left, I will never give up on you."

His voice was filled with feigned warmth and care, as if he wanted to embrace this handsome man.

Kazama Ruri subtly turned to the side, avoiding the king's embrace.

He brought the topic back to the present.

"Did Cheng Sui's appearance exceed your expectations?"

"It's hard to imagine that there are things in this world that you can't expect."

"That's why we need to revise our plans. This is progress, isn't it?" Wang Jiang's voice was filled with fervor. "It means we're one step closer to success."

Ruri Kazama remained silent.

He didn't believe a single word of the king's nonsense.

But at this moment, all he wanted was to find someone to talk to, to relieve the inexplicable loneliness in his heart.

"But he's very strong."

Ruri Kazama spoke softly, her voice as hazy as the mist in the rain.

"He is so powerful that all schemes and plots are rendered completely ineffective in his presence."

"That's why I need you to become stronger."

The king's voice was filled with bewitching magic as he slowly pulled a small bottle containing a scarlet liquid from the wide sleeves of his black robe.

The liquid in the bottle emitted an eerie glow in the dim light of the observation deck, as if it were the blood of a living creature.

Come, my child.

Wang handed the bottle to Kazama Ruri, his eyes beneath the mask burning with an intense heat.

"Drink it."

Kazama Ruri froze, staring at the bottle of liquid that exuded an ominous aura, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

But the burning gaze of the king, the constant pain from the wound on his ear, and the crushing sense of humiliation were all urging him on.

Finally, he reached out and took the bottle from the king's hand.

Without further hesitation, he uncorked the bottle and drank the scarlet liquid in one gulp.

The moment the liquid entered my throat, an indescribable burning sensation spread from my stomach, instantly engulfing my entire body.

A violent and savage power surged and crashed wildly through his veins, as if countless awakened prehistoric beasts were roaring within him, trying to ignite his body from the inside out.

"Ugh!"

Kazama Ruri let out an uncontrollable roar of pain, her knees buckling as she collapsed heavily to the ground.

Tiny scales began to appear on his exposed skin.

His once clear eyes rapidly contracted, transforming into two cold, merciless golden vertical pupils that radiated a tyrannical light unique to the dragon race.

The air temperature around him rose sharply, and the rain that drifted in was instantly evaporated into puffs of white vapor as soon as it got close to him.

Kazama Ruri writhed in agony, her fingers digging deep into the hard floor, her nails cracking and bleeding, yet she remained oblivious.

His body is undergoing a radical transformation into a dragon.

Wang Jiang stood aside, watching all of this with indifference.

Watching Kazama Ruri writhe and struggle in agony on the ground, a satisfied smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

After a short while, the violent force seemed to finally subside.

Ruri Kazama slowly stood up from the ground.

The heat he felt had subsided, replaced by an unprecedentedly powerful sensation.

"Let's go."

Kazama Ruri spoke, her voice even more indifferent than before.

The king followed silently behind Kazama Ruri, keeping a step's distance.

The torrential rain continues outside Tokyo.