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

Chapter 153 Fenrir's Gift

Fenrir's mountain-like head lay quietly on the platform.

Its massive body was coiled in the shadow of the railway tracks, while its two ferocious dragon claws were carefully tucked under its jaws, its posture as docile as a gentle cat.

Cheng Sui leaned against Fenrir's cold dragon head, the metallic scales radiating a slightly chilly feel. Cheng Sui sat beside Fenrir, his height barely reaching a third of Fenrir's head, yet the scene appeared surprisingly harmonious.

Open your mouth.

Cheng Sui's gaze did not leave the old television set in front of him; he casually unscrewed a bottle of cola.

"ah----"

Fenrir let out a deep, slightly nauseating nasal sound, and his huge mouth obediently opened a perfectly sized slit.

The brown liquid of cola was precisely poured into it, producing a series of fine hissing sounds.

Fenrir's golden vertical pupils narrowed into slits with contentment, and a gurgling sound of incomprehensible meaning came from deep in his throat, as if he were savoring this strange, bubbly sensation he had never experienced before.

The man and the dragon stood quietly side by side.

The television screen in front of them was covered in static, the signal was terrible, and the picture quality was blurry.

Inside, Stephen Chow's "All for the Winner" was playing.

Fenrir seems to have a particular fondness for this film.

Perhaps this old television set has only ever shown this one movie from beginning to end.

This also explains why the Kamaitachi Queen would appear as a dealer, guarding the subway turnstiles.

This vast and solitary Nibelungen, its rules and inhabitants, all stem from a dragon's love for an old movie.

"Ah Fei, when are you coming back next time?"

Fenrir's voice came out in a muffled tone, filled with undisguised anticipation: "Will you bring me more delicious food?"

Afei is an identity that Cheng Sui fabricated for this shadow clone.

Fenrir was convinced of this.

This dragon king, who holds the power over the earth and mountains, is probably no more than six years old in terms of mental age, as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.

"I don't know."

Cheng Sui's answer was casual, his gaze still fixed on the young man named "A Xing" on the screen.

"It depends on your sister's permission for me to come again."

"Uh-huh!"

Fenrir completely missed the perfunctory tone in its words. It nodded its massive head seriously, causing the subway platform to shake violently.

"I'll wait for you here, Ah Fei. Remember to come find me!"

At that moment, a line of white virtual text quietly appeared below Cheng Sui's field of vision.

[Mission Completed: Teach Uchiha Ryu a lesson]

[Quest Reward: Magical Shackles Technique]

The system notification appeared like a silent signal.

Cheng Sui slowly stood up.

It seems that the main body has already made formal contact with Xia Mi.

It was time for my shadow clone to return; I had to pass on Fenrir's information to my main body.

"Okay, let's play together again next time."

Cheng Sui patted the dust off his trousers and prepared to activate the Flying Thunder God Technique.

He focused his mind, trying to sense the Flying Thunder God mark he had left in the capital beforehand.

However, the next second, Cheng Sui paused, a look of doubt appearing in his eyes.

He could only clearly sense the Flying Thunder God mark he left on the Fushouling subway platform when he got off the train.

In addition, all coordinates located outside this space are as if blocked by a thick fog, and there is no trace of them.

In the original Naruto manga, the Flying Thunder God Technique was indeed unable to travel between different time periods, and it was not until Boruto that it was improved.

Nibelungen is an independent alternate dimension constructed by the Dragon King using his own authority.

His own Flying Thunder God technique was also subject to this rule.

This discovery caused Cheng Sui to unconsciously furrow his brow.

"Ah Fei, what's wrong?"

Fenrir keenly sensed the subtle change in Cheng Sui's emotions. It cautiously leaned closer, its molten gold vertical pupils filled with concern.

Cheng Sui immediately suppressed his outward emotions and put on a gentle expression again.

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell."

He made up a reason on the spot.

"Ugh————"

Fenrir tilted his enormous head, seemingly deep in thought about the concept of "feeling unwell."

After a moment, it seemed to have come up with a good idea.

"Are you feeling unwell? Ah Fei, give me your hand."

Fenrir twitched the tip of his nose, gesturing for Cheng Sui to place his hand in that spot.

Cheng Sui's movements were tinged with hesitation.

He tentatively reached out and slowly approached the huge nose tip covered with fine scales.

Although Fenrir had been extremely friendly, even somewhat dull-witted, Cheng Sui never forgot that the creature before him was the true Dragon King.

With the Flying Thunder God Technique restricted, there is an insurmountable power gap between him and it.

The palm eventually touched Fenrir's nose.

It feels cool and hard to the touch, like touching a piece of natural obsidian.

The instant they made contact, a strange and gentle force surged into Cheng Sui's body from the point of contact.

The power was not violent; instead, it carried a gentle aura, flowing along his meridians and eventually converging on his shoulder.

Cheng Sui felt a slight burning sensation in his right shoulder, as if something was forming.

"This is my mark."

As Fenrir spoke, he clumsily stuffed a potato chip into his mouth with his paw, making his voice muffled.

"Next time, Afei can come in directly, and I'll be able to sense him directly."

Cheng Sui remained silent and reached out to touch his right shoulder.

Through his clothes, he could feel a mark that resembled a totem.

In the original Dragon Raja novels, there was very little information about Fenrir's abilities.

He had absolutely no idea what the specific purpose of this brand was.

But then he remembered Chu Zihang.

Odin also left a mark on Chu Zihang, a mark that was more like a coordinate.

Cheng Sui's intuition told him that the mark left by Fenrir was completely different in nature from that of Odin.

It is purer, stemming from the simplest good intentions of a childlike dragon king.

Of course, whether there is something else hidden in this remains to be seen and requires further investigation after returning to the main body.

Thank you.

Cheng Sui nodded to Fenrir in gratitude.

Then, under Fenrir's slightly bewildered golden vertical pupils, his body turned into a cloud of white smoke with a "pop".

The smoke exploded rapidly, then vanished without a trace in an instant.

Only Cheng Sui's lingering scent remained in the air.

Fenrir cautiously extended one of its massive claw tips and gently poked the spot where Cheng Sui had just been standing.

There was nothing there.

It scratched its huge head, puzzled, and the scales made a soft "rustling" sound as they rubbed together.

Then it lay down again and turned its gaze to the television set that was still flickering static.

Fenrir's enormous pupils reflected the static-filled image on the old-fashioned television set, and the entire underground space returned to silence.

Only Stephen Chow's infectious laughter echoed in the empty underground space, making Fenrir's massive dragon body seem somewhat lonely.