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

Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo.

A tranquil Japanese garden is hidden in the heart of a bustling city, with the ancient tea room nestled among the green pines and cypresses.

The two elderly people sat facing each other. The young girl was wearing a light blue kimono and holding a teapot, ready to refill the tea for the elderly people at any time.

In the 1990s, Japan's total land assets were roughly four times that of the United States, leading the Japanese to boast that "selling Tokyo would allow them to buy the entire United States."

The fact that the owner has such a spacious garden in the heart of Shinjuku speaks volumes about his status and position.

Inuyama He held a red "Katsura" (a type of Go board) between his fingers, his brows furrowed as he stared intently at the situation on the board between the red and black sides.

On the chessboard, Black's forces surged in from all directions like a tidal wave. Layer upon layer of gold, silver, and rooks formed an impenetrable wall, trapping Red's king in the upper left corner. Red had very few pieces left, and every move was precarious, leaving them only able to defend passively.

Opposite Inuyama He was an old man with a straight nose, deep-set eyes, and facial features as clear as if carved by a knife. He didn't look like a typical Japanese old man at all.

Black's corner position is like a sword hanging overhead, firmly controlling both diagonals and cutting off all of Red's escape routes.

Tachibana Masamune's lips curled slightly, as if victory was assured, preparing to make the next move to completely seal off the last bit of opening.

"Inuyama-kun, your playing style has remained consistent for decades, sharp as a knife." Tachibana Masamune slowly placed his stone. "Such vigor doesn't seem like that of an old man, but rather like that of a spirited young man."

"I'm ashamed to say that I haven't made any progress in my chess skills over the years."

"No, this just shows that Inuyama-kun still has a heart that refuses to grow old." Tachibana Masamune smiled gently. "Unlike me, I'm becoming more and more cautious these days, almost turning into one of those annoying, scheming old men."

"As the head of the Snake Clan, your considerations are naturally more comprehensive than ours. It is our clan's good fortune to have a leader like you."

Tachibana Masamune smiled but did not speak. The tea room fell into a brief silence, with only the faint sound of tea being poured into the cup.

After a moment, Inuyama He spoke, breaking the silence.

"Angers just sent me an email." Inuyama He picked up the cup of sake and drank it all in one gulp.

Tachibana Masamune paused slightly in his cup, then casually took a sip of tea: "What is it?"

"One of his prized students is on his way to Japan and is expected to arrive tomorrow morning." Inuyama He downed his sake in one gulp. "When I sent the email, he was already on the plane."

"Act first, report later? It seems Angers has a lot of confidence in this student." Tachibana Masamune chuckled, taking a sip of his tea. "Is he the young master from the Gattuso family?"

Inuyama He shook his head: "A character I've never heard of before, named Cheng Sui."

"What is Inuyama-kun's opinion on this matter?"

"No one can understand what Angers is up to. He might be drinking and laughing with you today, and tomorrow he might be beating you up with a knife." Inuyama He looked at the chessboard. "He didn't explain in his letter why he was conducting this exchange. He just said that he wanted the Japanese branch to see the genius that has suddenly appeared in the headquarters."

"That's very much his speaking style," Tachibana Masamune commented casually, "arrogant as ever, though I wonder if it's truly fitting."

My advice boils down to two points.

Inuyama He did not answer Tachibana Masamune's assessment of Angers, but solemnly raised two fingers.

"First, use force to suppress them, just like we have treated our headquarters' commissioners in the past. Give them a hard time as soon as they get off the plane and let them see the power of our family."

"Second, let the glitz and glamour blind the newcomer, making him intoxicated by the geishas and fine wine of Shinjuku, so that he cannot discover the core of our family. Few young people can resist such temptation."

"Anyone who can make Angers so confident, even if they are just a paper tiger, should be treated with caution. Besides, Ichisei is currently preoccupied with the Ghost Clan and has no time to deal with this matter."

Perhaps Tachibana Masamune himself didn't realize that he had unintentionally placed Cheng Sui on the same level as Genjiro.

Tachibana Masamune slowly rose, his face regaining the sternness of a yakuza leader: "With the main family's major undertaking imminent, it's best not to create any unnecessary complications. Inuyama-kun has been in charge of the sex industry for many years, so the reception arrangements are entrusted to you."

"Hai!" Inuyama Ga bowed and accepted the order.

After watching Tachibana Masamune leave, Inuyama He's gaze returned to the Go board.

On the surface, it appears that the red side has been gradually devoured by the black side and is on the verge of defeat.

But hidden next to an inconspicuous gold general is a fatal "air gap".

In pursuit of a perfect encirclement, Black has created a tiny flaw in its defense deep on the right flank. If a piece is placed into this flaw at this moment, Black's defense will collapse instantly, and the once impenetrable wall will be reduced to dust.

Cheng Sui...

Inuyama He looked out the window; dark clouds churned in the sky, and the red maple leaves in the courtyard swayed violently in the gale.

A storm is brewing.

……

Osaka, second floor of Gokurakukan.

Kazama Ruri lay languidly in Sakurai Kogure's arms, her eyes half-closed, her long, thick black eyelashes trembling.

Sakurai Kogure gently kneaded the forehead of the man in her arms with her fingertips, which carried a faint warmth.

These are hands that seem to be a gift from God; their miraculous massage techniques can hypnotize anyone.

Aside from this man, all Sakurai Kogure could do was to make him relax a little, so that he wouldn't be so tense.

"According to our informant, a specialist has arrived at headquarters." Kazama Ruri took Sakurai Kogure's hand and gently kneaded her delicate fingertips.

"Headquarters? Don't they send a few exchange students every year? Without exception, they're all trained into useless cowards who bow down and offer cigarettes to the head of the headquarters' enforcement officers. This time will probably be the same..."

Kazama Ruri placed her slender fingers in front of Sakurai Kogure's lips, interrupting the woman's words.

"This time is different; our family has prepared a grand welcome for this envoy."

Kazama Ruri grabbed the strong liquor beside her and drank it all. She then wrapped her arms around Sakurai Kogure's neck, pulling the beauty in front of her into her embrace and inhaling the woman's faint fragrance.

Sakurai Kogure felt the man's warm breath on her neck, her body went limp, and her mind became somewhat hazy.

"And it was Inuyama He himself who greeted us. I haven't seen the head of the Inuyama family personally come down to greet us for many years."

Sakurai Kogure nestled in the man's arms, her breath sweet as orchids: "So what do you plan to do? The main family has already taken such action, I'm afraid this visit is not friendly. Could it be that they've come to investigate the circulation of the previous evolution drug samples?"

Ruri Kazama looked out the window; the mountain fog was growing thicker, indicating that a mountain rain was approaching.

"It doesn't matter why he came—whether he's investigating the evolution drug or trying to intimidate our family."

"What I'm curious about is, if the head office's specialist dies in Japan, what will Kassel College's reaction be? What will Angers' reaction be? Will the main family be purged again for angering Angers?"

Sakurai Kogure looked up at the man, her beautiful, willow-like eyes now revealing a murderous intent.