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

Japan, Osaka.

It was as if the curtain between heaven and earth had been torn open, and rain poured down like thousands of silver threads, while mist gradually spread through the deep mountains.

Deep in the mountains, there stands an ancient and imposing building that, from a distance, resembles the ancestral hall of a prominent family. The building is separated from the surrounding mountain stream, and a delicate vermilion bridge stands over the stream.

Girls in kimonos, holding red parasols, greeted and saw off guests with smiles. The guests' expressions varied, ranging from ecstatic joy to ashen-faced grief, creating a diverse tapestry of human emotions.

This is Gokurakukan, the most luxurious underground casino in all of Japan. Legend has it that if you can win enough money, all your wishes will be granted here.

Even more legendary than the fulfillment of wishes is the stunningly beautiful female owner of the Paradise Pavilion. It is said that she is as gentle as cherry blossoms and as captivating as autumn leaves, and many people spend a fortune just to catch a glimpse of her beauty.

On the second floor of the Paradise Pavilion, there was a rather simple room. The interior was divided by a white paper screen painted with cherry blossoms. On the white wooden table was a small table with a white porcelain vase containing red spider lilies. The room was filled with a faint fragrance.

On the tatami mat in the center of the room, Sakurai Kogure was wearing an elegant and expensive twelve-layered kimono, her snow-white chest partially exposed.

Sakurai Kogure's slender fingers held a white porcelain wine glass, her neckline was extremely low, revealing her fair and delicate back, and a peach blossom was tucked diagonally into her hair.

Without a doubt, she was an exceptionally beautiful woman. If she had lived during the Warring States period, she might have been a femme fatale who would have caused conflict between lords.

But in the arms of this beauty, there was another person lying there. It's hard to imagine what kind of person could lie in the arms of such a beauty.

This person was androgynous, with a slender and upright figure, a beautiful appearance like a woman, and eyes that sparkled, much like a soft and graceful woman.

But you can tell from his Adam's apple that he is indeed a man.

Searching and searching

Wandering through the mortal world, there is no trace of immortals.

Could it be a dream?

I ask the heavens, where is the Imperial Concubine Yang?

As the beautiful and melodious lyrics began to play, Sakurai Kogure held a sake cup and gently fed the man a glass of sake.

"Only with you do I feel relaxed." Kazama Ruri lay in Sakurai Kogure's arms, a slight smile on her lips.

Outside the window, the rain poured down, while inside, the candlelight flickered, creating an ambiguous scene.

Just as Sakurai Kogure was about to speak, a gust of wind blew in from outside the window, extinguishing the candlelight inside.

Thunder roared outside, and lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the room in an instant.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in the room. The figure was hunched over and hidden under a tattered black robe. The face was covered by a noble mask from Noh, which looked particularly eerie in the pale light of the lightning.

Sakurai Kogure flicked her wrist, and the sake cup in her hand fell to the ground, scattering the sake onto the tatami mat.

"Kogure, you may leave now," Kazama Ruri said calmly.

Sakurai Kogure nodded, lowered her head, and walked away quickly.

The figure in black robes watched Sakurai Kogure's graceful departing figure and let out a hoarse chuckle: "She really listens to you, doesn't she? Is she your girl?"

Kazama Ruri didn't speak. She took the cherry-red long sword from the wall, hugged it to her chest, and stared at the torrential rain outside the window, looking like a geisha from the Edo period holding a red umbrella.

But the murderous intent in his eyes was exceptionally sharp, leaving no doubt that he could draw his long sword at any moment, cleave through the rain in a flash, and behead his enemy.

"What is it, Your Majesty?" the young man, as beautiful as a woman, said coldly.

"Hehe, don't be so serious." Wang Jiang chuckled hoarsely. "I don't know if you know, but our people have taken samples of the evolution drug and sold them secretly. It seems that quite a few have already been leaked, and the Secret Party seems to have noticed it too."

"What are you worried about? Are you worried that the world will discover your conspiracy?" Kazama Ruri sneered. "Or are you afraid? Afraid of being discovered by the Secret Service, or Angers? Or perhaps your brother..."

When his brother was mentioned, the young man seemed lost in thought for a moment, his gaze wandering through the mountain mist.

"You and I both know that the Demon Clan is just a mob banding together for warmth. The only thing that has kept them from the main clan's purges all these years is their will to hate. Do you really expect us to be as united as the main clan?"

The king chuckled softly, and the Noh masks of the nobles looked particularly ferocious and eerie in the shadows.

"Even though they're a rabble, the Ghost Clan is your home, isn't it? Without them, where in this vast world do you think you'd find refuge?"

Kazama Ruri fell silent.

Outside the window, the rain was pouring down, and the world was shrouded in darkness.

"I'm leaving this matter to you. Find out the truth as soon as possible. If this is allowed to continue, you may lose your last home. How long do you think your girl can hold out against those madmen from the Snake Clan? Will she wither away like a red leaf in the wind and rain?"

A bewitching red light pierced the darkness inside the room, and the rain outside the window was parted by the glint of the blade. A cherry-red blade, carrying murderous intent, was pressed against the king's throat. Kazama Ruri's gaze followed the spine of the blade to the king's mask.

Seeing the sharp killing intent in the young man's eyes, Wang Jiang took two steps back to avoid the cherry-red blade, his voice remaining calm: "You decide everything yourself. I think you know what to do."

After saying this, the king disappeared into the darkness, leaving only Kazama Ruri standing by the window.

Fleeting dreams, three lifetimes in the blink of an eye, karmic connections vanish without a trace.

Though we cherish each other, why must we meet again?

The earth is ever-flowing, but who can stop the passing of time?

The eastward flow has no end.

Kazama Ruri picked up the half-empty cup of sake, gently swallowed it, and continued singing her poignant lyrics.

……

After Cheng finished the security check, he waited in the departure lounge with his boarding pass for his flight to land.

"Ding-dong!"

Cheng Sui took out his phone to see who had sent him the message.

The sender of the letter surprised Cheng Sui.

"Hello, Cheng Sui."

I am Chu Zihang.

Cheng Sui's lips twitched. This straightforward approach was truly befitting of Chu Zihang.

"I have an idea about bloodline refinement, which I've tentatively named 'Berserk Blood.' I think you'd be a great partner, and our ideas might complement each other."

Therefore, I invite you to conduct a systematic joint study with me on the triggering mechanism, physiological threshold, and psychological impact of bloodline refinement.

If you are interested, I will prepare a preliminary research framework for your reference.

Looking forward to your reply.

Chu Zihang.

The entire email was very much in Chu Zihang's style—concise and efficient.

Sasuke Uchiha considers you a trustworthy mentor and invites you to the Uchiha clan compound to research the Uchiha secret techniques hidden in the basement.

[Mission: Travel to the Uchiha clan territory and assist Uchiha Sasuke in researching Uchiha secret techniques]

[Mission Completion Reward: Three-Tomoe Sharingan, Uchiha Style Shuriken Throwing Technique]

Cheng Sui was somewhat surprised. He had been thinking about how to activate the Three-Tomoe skill, but the system directly issued a task and even gave him a throwing technique as a bonus.

With a light tap of his finger, Cheng Sui replied to an email; the email content was exceptionally concise.

"Wait for me to return to the academy"

Cheng Sui