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

"The Japanese branch has long maintained a high degree of autonomy, and over the years they have been trying to block the Kassel College from monitoring them, and they have indeed succeeded in doing so." Angers approached the first box. "We now know very little about the Japanese branch, and we cannot even be completely certain of their stance."

"So, you have no relatives or friends in Japan, and you can't trust anyone." Angers looked at Cheng Sui with a serious expression to emphasize the importance of his words.

Cheng Sui nodded, making the sentence a memory.

Angers patted Cheng Sui on the shoulder, his tone suddenly becoming more relaxed: "But among that pack of hyenas, there's one man who can almost be considered a lion. Hopefully, the geishas and sake over the years haven't worn down their claws."

"One and a half?" Cheng asked, puzzled.

Angers smiled, and the images of two men flashed through his mind.

One was eighteen-year-old Inuyama He. More than sixty years ago, when I landed, Inuyama He was on that shore. The boy was wearing a thin kimono and confronting me. Although his body was shivering from the sea breeze, his eyes were unexpectedly firm.

Another was nineteen-year-old Genjiro, an exchange student from Japan. He sat under the skylight in his office, drank a few glasses of wine, and asked in an extremely serious tone, "Principal, how much can a person pay for justice?" From that moment on, Angers remembered this young man with clear but bewildered eyes.

"You'll definitely meet Inuyama He and Genjiro when you get to Japan," Angers explained.

This was the second time Cheng Sui had heard the name Yuan Zhisheng. Before, Shu Deya had also mentioned this man and warned her to be careful of him.

"Let's not talk about that now. Let's look at the gift I've prepared for you."

Angers timely ended the conversation and opened the first box.

The matte black pistol lay still, its front and back anti-slip grooves sharply defined, with fin-shaped iron sights lying low on top, exuding an elegant yet deadly charm.

"The German HK P30 has undergone special modifications by the Equipment Department, resulting in a significant improvement in both power and accuracy. Some parts have been replaced with high-strength carbon fiber, optimizing the overall feel." Angers picked up the pistol, cocked it cleanly and crisply, and the mechanical parts made a clear, satisfying click.

"Bang!" Angers aimed at the wall with one hand and fired, the muzzle spitting fire as the bullet shot out at high speed, the resulting wind pressure blowing up Cheng Sui's bangs.

The area of ​​the wall that was hit glowed faintly red. Only then did Cheng Sui notice that the walls of the room were equipped with built-in LED lights that would turn red when impacted. The brighter the red light, the greater the power.

"This is the equipment department's testing room. All the walls are made of special building materials that can withstand the impact of cruise missiles head-on," Angers said, pointing to the wall that had just been hit by bullets.

The white wall was hit head-on by a large-caliber bullet, but only a shallow dent was left.

Cheng Sui was somewhat amazed by the technical capabilities of the Equipment Department; their materials science technology was more than a decade ahead of the outside world.

"I will take you to Japan by private plane later. There will be no security checks throughout the trip. Remember to take this pistol with you; it will be helpful for your trip to Japan." Angers walked up to the second box.

It was a long, narrow, black wooden box, and Cheng Sui had a vague idea of ​​what was inside.

Angers opened the box, inside was a katana with a vermilion scabbard. The blade was long and thin, and the spine was forged to be crimson, like a crimson blood moon.

"The alchemical swords crafted by the Equipment Department emit a blood-red light when drawn. They are a replica of the Japanese national treasure sword, Onimaru Kunitsuna, and are named Kirikage Maru, which means 'a sharp blade that cuts through darkness.'"

Angers drew his sword, a blood-red glint flashing as the sharp blade sliced ​​through the air with a hissing sound.

Angers deftly twirled his sword, then tossed the Kirikage Maru to Cheng Sui: "Do you know how to use a Japanese sword?"

Cheng Sui caught the unsheathed Kirikage Maru, shook his head, and realized that apart from copying Chu Zihang's moves, he knew absolutely nothing about swordsmanship.

Angers frowned, picked up the scabbard of Kirikage Maru with one hand, and assumed a drawing stance: "Japan is the home of kendo. How can you go to Japan without knowing kendo? It's a good time to brush up on it now."

Cheng Sui adjusted his grip on the Kirei Maru, turning the back of the blade towards Angers. After all, it was just a friendly spar, and accidentally injuring anyone with the blade would be bad for everyone.

Angers chuckled. "I'm not so old that I need my students to yield their swords with the backs of their blades." The scabbard pointed diagonally. "Attack."

Cheng Sui stepped forward and slashed!

The floor beneath his feet instantly turned deep red. The back of the blade sliced ​​through the air at such high speed that the blade itself bent unnaturally. The wind pressure generated by the swing of the blade caused Ang Re's silver hair to be combed back in unison.

Angers abandoned his idea of ​​showing off his swordsmanship skills in front of Cheng Sui and decisively chose to retreat.

Don't be ridiculous. In the face of absolute power, all skills seem pale and laughable.

Even with the most advanced techniques for dissipating force, facing Cheng Sui's strike, a dislocated wrist would be the least of one's worries. The most likely outcome would be the wrist being torn off the arm by the immense force and falling to the ground.

Cheng Sui's slash missed its mark, but he didn't stop his attack. He squatted down to gather strength, his waist and hip muscles suddenly tensed, and a powerful side kick struck Anger's chest.

"Bang!"

The wall that Angers said could withstand cruise missiles was kicked to pieces by Cheng Sui.

The walls suddenly turned an extremely dangerous blood red, and an alarm sounded in the room.

Angers had somehow teleported behind Cheng Sui, his back already drenched in cold sweat. If he had taken that kick from Cheng Sui, his glorious century-long dragon-slaying career would have ended there.

"Uh... I shouldn't have to pay for this, right?" Cheng Sui awkwardly pulled his leg out from behind the wall.

The principal made such a big show of it, I thought he was really tough, how come he couldn't last long?

Moreover, Cheng Sui discovered that he had just been able to capture Angers' figure moving within Time Zero.

My current absolute speed is estimated to be similar to, or even greater than, that of Angers when he has a zero-time limit.

But the greatest strength of Time Zero lies in the fact that within the realm of Time Zero, the caster can ignore the inertia brought about by high speed. Even if their absolute speed is not as fast as the opponent's, they can still maneuver around with their superior agility.

However, among all hybrid races, Cheng Sui is probably the only one who can achieve an absolute speed exceeding zero time.

But the fact that Cheng Sui was able to catch a glimpse of the figure means that Time Zero is no longer an unsolvable problem for him, and he can now counter it.

Angers tossed the scabbard to Cheng Sui, who deftly sheathed his sword.

Looking at the spirited young man before him, Angers' eyes revealed a smile of satisfaction.

Cheng Sui felt a little uneasy under Angers' gaze.

Damn it, it's really creepy that you, this flamboyant old madman, suddenly have such a "kind" expression.

"There's another box, what's inside?" Cheng Sui quickly changed the subject.