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

Chapter 78 Ramen Making Techniques

"Junior, is your tooth hurting?" Fingel looked at Cheng Sui, who was grimacing, picked up the bowl, took a sip of noodle soup, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Go away, I genuinely think the master chef's skills are superb." Cheng Sui rolled his eyes at Fingel. He had just tried it casually to see if he could win the ramen chef's favor.

After all, it's just a ramen-making skill; it's best if you can get it, but if you can't, so be it.

"I found this at the scene."

Cheng Sui took out the business card he had obtained from the Asahi Group leader and placed it on the folding table next to the ramen cart.

"Kazama Ruri—" the crow read aloud the name, "Have you heard of this name before?"

"It sounds like the stage name of a male escort in a brothel, like 'Little Sakura' or 'Flowing Moon'," Yasha commented maliciously.

As if suddenly remembering something, the crow and the yaksha exchanged a glance and simultaneously let out a low, knowing, lewd laugh.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't say anything, he just ate his noodles quietly.

Many times I don't know what my two subordinates are laughing about, but it probably isn't anything serious.

Uesugi Koshi handed her a cup of green tea. Sakura smiled and nodded her thanks, then held the cup with both hands and took a small sip.

"Kazama Ruri is the name of a male host, who held the title of Japan's number one male host for several consecutive years," Sakura said. "Moreover, his actions are unpredictable, and there are many legends about him, such as him getting a high school girl to buy him a bowl of ramen, and then taking her to Tokyo Disneyland for a whole day. Some people on the internet call him a miracle who exists only for love."

"Sounds like a scumbag who's good at sweet-talking girls," Cheng Sui commented.

Fingel put the last bite of noodles into his mouth and let out a satisfied burp: "Junior, you don't understand. This is what male prostitutes do. They listen to heartbroken girls or women pour out their hearts."

"Sometimes boys aren't bad either," Yasha added with a wicked sense of humor.

"I didn't expect you, Sakura, to know about male escorts," Yasha whistled, raising his teacup in a gesture of feigned respect. "Congratulations on proving you're not frigid."

Sakura gave him a cold look and said indifferently, "It's just necessary information gathering. Unlike some people who are so fanatical about Ms. Hara Miki, not only staying up all night to watch 'Cutie Honey,' but also queuing up a day in advance to buy her photobook 'Angel's Love.'"

"I never expected you, Yasha, to like someone like Hara Mikie," Crow said, laughing so hard tears were almost streaming down his face. He patted Yasha's thigh and said, "I thought you'd definitely like a hot girl like Tsuchiya Anna. I never imagined you had the soul of a high school student hidden inside you."

Sakura glanced at the gloating crow, then continued to add insult to injury with a blank expression: "But it's still better than some people who love actresses. I remember someone bought a lot of Asuka Kirara's films in one go."

Now that he's become a demon, he starts laughing.

Cheng Sui looked at the two of them speechlessly. What was so glorious about this? Why were they laughing so happily?

Uesugi Koshi, standing to the side, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, because there were also several Asuka Kirara DVDs in the drawer of his ramen cart.

Genjiro coughed lightly, trying to steer the conversation back on track. He had been extremely weak since using the royal power, but after eating something, he had finally regained some strength.

"So we were attacked by a gigolo?" Cheng Sui tapped the table, his fingertips pressing against the plain white business card.

"He should be considered a male escort for the Oni Clan, and he didn't attack us. He probably killed the Asahi Clan members to frame us."

"So he's the mastermind?" Fingel picked up the business card and examined it, finding nothing amiss. "Then what was his purpose in leaving the card? To provoke me?"

"It's just a common trick of the Demon Clan. They always like to jump around in front of our main family." Crow lit a cigarette, his gaze fixed on the neon lights of the distant commercial street, lost in thought.

"Aren't you guys from the underworld? How come you can tolerate such provocation?" Fingel was surprised. His previous impression of the underworld was that they were ruthless characters like the Gattuso family who would seek revenge. He didn't expect the Japanese underworld to be so docile.

"A considerable number of people in our family are in favor of war, but the patriarch has been hesitant—" Crow didn't finish his sentence; the rest was beyond the scope of his discussion as a mere retainer.

"Father was worried that after the war with the Demon Clan, the main family would be severely weakened and the Secret Party would take advantage of the situation," Genjiro continued.

Cheng Sui raised an eyebrow. This so-called patriarch really thought highly of Japanese mixed-race people. He wondered what kind of interesting expression he would have when he found out that Angers didn't take Japanese mixed-race people seriously at all.

"Dad? He's your father?" Fingel asked curiously.

"An adopted son," Yuan Zhisheng replied calmly.

"Your Word of Power is Royal Authority. If I remember correctly, it's a high-risk Word of Power of Sequence 91. Is the patriarch's bloodline even higher than yours?" Cheng Sui asked.

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head: "The patriarch is not chosen based on bloodline."

"Then why do you listen to him so much?" Cheng Sui leaned back in his chair, finding a more comfortable position. "I see you always frowning, and you're probably not happy when you're on a mission. If you don't like it, just quit. Anyway, with your abilities, there aren't many people in all of Japan who can stop you."

A flicker of understanding crossed Genji's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper sense of confusion.

Cheng Sui patted Yuan Zhisheng on the shoulder: "I think strength is a gift, not a reason to bind you."

Uesugi Koshi, who was washing dishes in his car, paused slightly upon hearing this. It had taken him decades to understand this principle.

But by the time he figured it out, it was too late. He was already an old man, nearing death, and had resigned himself to his fate.

Uesugi Yue couldn't help but glance at Cheng Sui a few more times, his eyes revealing admiration.

[Mission Completed: Gained Uncle Ichiraku's favor]

[Reward for completing the mission: Uncle Ichiraku's ramen-making skills]

The moment the system notification appeared, a massive amount of memories flooded into Cheng Sui's mind like a burst dam!

The brain was being bombarded with a massive amount of information, causing him to feel sharp, needle-like pains. He couldn't help but cover his forehead and let out a muffled groan.

"Junior, what's wrong?" Fingel, who was sitting next to him, was the first to notice his unusual behavior.

"It's nothing—I just feel a little dizzy." Cheng Sui rubbed his throbbing temples, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

But he immediately realized that what the system had instilled in his brain was not a ramen recipe or kneading techniques at all.

Those were clearly fragments of the old man's memories of practicing swordsmanship in his youth. From ancient sword techniques to modern competitive kendo, the old man had mastered them all and reached a state of perfection.

His swordsmanship has completely surpassed the limits of human beings. Any so-called swordsmanship master is as laughable as a child waving a tree branch in front of him.

Why would an old man with such superb swordsmanship choose to make a living by selling ramen on the street?

Cheng Sui couldn't help but re-examine the old man who was working silently.

The moment he looked up, his gaze met Uesugi Kotsu's.

In the old man's originally cloudy eyes, a sharp glint of light seemed to flash, so sharp it was terrifying.