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

Kassel College, the headquarters of the Lionheart Society.

Training Course.

Chu Zihang was wearing a loose black training uniform and sat cross-legged on the ground.

The Village Rain sword lay horizontally on Chu Zihang's body, its long blade gleaming with a light, mirror-like surface.

Cheng Sui knew that Japanese samurai had a form of training called Zazen, which was a way for samurai to temper their "mind" and help them eliminate distracting thoughts so that they could accurately judge the situation in battle and face life and death with equanimity.

Chu Zihang now gives him the feeling of a Zen-like samurai, solemn like a sculpture.

Cheng Sui shifted his position, trying to relax his back a little, as sitting upright for a long time made him a bit uncomfortable.

Yesterday, Cheng Sui asked Norma for Chu Zihang's contact information. On a whim, he sent Chu Zihang an email asking him to spar with him.

Cheng Sui thought Chu Zihang would refuse or not even read the email, but to his surprise, Chu Zihang actually replied, inviting Cheng Sui to visit the Lionheart Society's training ground the next day.

Cheng Sui went to buy colored contact lenses early in the morning, and after putting them on, went straight to the Lionheart Club.

But when Cheng Sui arrived, he saw Chu Zihang sitting there, and he didn't want to disturb him, so he sat down opposite him.

Cheng Sui looked at the face that was less than half a meter away from him. He had heard gossip on the Night Watchers forum that Chu Zihang was once an absolute heartthrob in his high school days, with followers who could be lined up from the classroom to the school gate.

Cheng Sui once thought this was just an exaggeration, a legend fabricated by his followers.

Before him, Chu Zihang's eyes were closed, his face was clearly defined, with a broad forehead, a straight nose, dark and prominent eyebrows, and neat and thick eyelashes, exuding a cold and aloof aura.

Even at Kassel College, where handsome men are as common as dogs and beautiful women are everywhere, such a face would be considered one of the best, let alone at Chu Zihang's high school.

Now Cheng Sui is starting to believe the rumors about Chu Zihang circulating on the forum.

"Hey, how long do you think they're going to sit like this?"

"How should I know? This winner of the day of freedom looks so dazed and doesn't even call out to the chairman."

On the second floor of the training ground, Lancelot and Susie leaned over the railing watching this somewhat eerie scene, and couldn't help but complain.

Susie bit down on the straw in her mouth, flattening the tip, and took a big sip of the iced Coca-Cola in her hand.

Susie only put the Coke on the railing when the aluminum bottle made a "gurgling" sound, indicating that there was really no drop left.

With one hand supporting her cheek, Susie stared at Chu Zihang, who was sitting upright, and murmured, "Although the president seems indifferent, he actually cares more about yesterday's defeat than anyone else. Caesar was resentful because he was ambushed, so he chose to challenge Cheng Sui. Isn't the president the same?"

Susie's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible: "I really don't know what he was carrying that made him climb so desperately, like a drowning person grabbing at a straw."

Lancelot didn't hear Susie's words clearly. He glanced at the empty bottle on the railing, then at Susie, whose face was still flushed after her workout, and said kindly, "Drinking a beverage right after exercising will make you fat..."

"Mind your own business!"

Susie frowned slightly, snatched the Coke bottle, squeezing it so hard it made a cracking sound, glared at Lancelot, and turned to leave without looking back.

Lancelot scratched his head, wondering what he had done to upset Susie, since he had only meant well by reminding her.

Sigh, women are such a hassle.

Lancelot sighed.

Clearly, Lancelot did not inherit the romantic genes of French men.

On the first floor of the training ground, Chu Zihang slowly opened his eyes and saw Cheng Sui wiggling his buttocks in front of him. A hint of surprise flashed in his deep and clear eyes.

Why did you choose to ambush Caesar?

The first thing Chu Zihang said made Cheng Sui pause for a moment.

Senior Brother Chu, do you have to be so gossipy? You haven't been thinking about this question by yourself for ages, have you?

Cheng Sui gave a wry smile, shrugged, and spread his hands, saying, "I saw that people on the forum treated me like some kind of treacherous and cunning villain, but actually my motives at the time were very simple."

Chu Zihang's eyes flickered slightly, and he unconsciously leaned closer to Cheng Sui. His face remained expressionless, but his ears were already perked up.

"Caesar doesn't pay me, so I just lay down near the fountain pretending to be a corpse and doing nothing. I didn't expect you two to come up to me. I was afraid you two would accidentally hurt me, so I had no choice but to take the initiative," Cheng Sui said, making up a lie with a straight face. "As for why I ambushed Caesar, I was a 'corpse' and couldn't move. Only he exposed his back to me. If I didn't ambush him, who else could I ambush?"

In his previous life, Cheng Sui, while accumulating famous quotes to reach the word count for his essays, came across a famous quote by Benjamin Franklin: "Half the truth is often a giant lie."

This was indeed true; Chu Zihang was completely fooled and seemed to have genuinely believed his own lies.

Chu Zihang nodded, seemingly satisfied with his gossip. He then picked up Murasame, got up, walked to the weapon rack next to the training ground, placed Murasame on the rack, and slowly drew out a wooden sword.

"You said in the email that you wanted me to teach you swordsmanship, but to be honest, I'm not very good at teaching people," Chu Zihang said, already putting on protective gear, raising his wooden sword into a mid-stance, the blade perfectly level with the ground, the tip pointing directly at Cheng Sui's throat, "But my coach at the youth center once said that real combat is the best teaching."

Cheng Sui nodded. He also hoped for actual combat, as his Sharingan could only be used to its fullest potential in real combat.

"After a day of freedom, I watched the video of you defeating me several times. Your decision-making in the battle was perfect. You can't develop this kind of fighting instinct without going through battles again and again."

"So I'm curious, why would you, who have honed such a fighting instinct, want to learn swordsmanship from me? You should have already developed a fighting style that suits you."

Cheng Sui also put on protective gear and raised his wooden sword, but his posture was not as standard as Chu Zihang's.

Damn it, Cheng Sui had only ever seen how to wield a samurai sword in Japanese anime.

But I can't exactly carry my sword to my side like Kenshin Himura. It looks cool, but it's practically useless in actual combat.

Sasuke felt a bit resentful after seeing you sparring with Naruto, so he secretly approached you and asked you to coach him. Looking at the Uchiha genius before you, you decided to show off your skills in front of him.

Mission objective: Defeat Uchiha Sasuke.

[Reward for completing the mission: Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique]

Cheng Sui's lips twitched slightly. He was already used to the system's erratic behavior. He was the one who asked Chu Zihang for guidance, but the system made it seem like he was guiding Chu Zihang.

Taking a deep breath, Cheng Sui relaxed his shoulders, and his Sharingan quietly activated beneath his black contact lenses.

Chu Zihang also became serious, and did not underestimate Cheng Sui because of his clumsy starting stance.

The battle is imminent!