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

Chapter 89 Four-Party Talks

Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo, Genji Heavy Industries.

Inside a meeting room on the top floor.

Three elderly people sat around a table. On the round table were four teacups, a pot of light tea, and a pot of sake.

"The head of the Minamoto family is in Erii's room. Please wait a moment," said the old man sitting at the head of the table.

Tachibana Masamune deliberately emphasized the title of "Head of the Minamoto Clan" instead of the more affectionate "Chisei" to indicate that this meeting was a formal meeting between the heads of the clan, rather than a discussion between elders and juniors.

"It's alright. We've all seen how hard the head of the Minamoto family has worked, especially dealing with such an important matter as the Uesugi family. Waiting a little longer won't hurt." Kotaro Fuma sat to the right of Masamune Tachibana and spoke with a serious expression.

This is an old man who looks somewhat thin, but he is the renowned King of Ninjas in Japan, the leader of the five lower clans, and usually manages the Snake-Headed Eight Families when the patriarch is not around, which shows how high his status is.

Inuyama He sat to the left of Tachibana Masamune, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and remained silent.

From the moment he saw Cheng Sui's arrest warrant appear on television, although he didn't know how his family had orchestrated it, he had a rough idea of ​​the purpose of this meeting.

He sighed inwardly. He fully supported the main family's revenge against the main branch, after all, this was a humiliation that had weighed on the main family's heart for more than half a century, and he was the one who felt it the most deeply.

But he understood that the reason for all this humiliation was the old man, and that a young boy should not bear the brunt of the anger. If Angers were here, Inuyama He would not hesitate to draw his sword and lead his men to surround him.

Although Inuyama He made his fortune in the sex industry, he still had his own inner pride, and he couldn't bring himself to wield a knife against an innocent boy.

"Master Fengmo, you flatter me. This is all I should do."

Genji pushed open the paper-covered wooden lattice door, strode over to the round table, and sat down opposite Tachibana Masamune.

"Now that everyone is here, let's begin the meeting." Tachibana Masamune said, cutting off the pleasantries.

He pulled a photograph from under the round table and placed it on the tabletop.

The other three looked at the photo curiously, and their breath caught in their throats when they saw what it contained.

It was a photo of a dilapidated warehouse, but unlike a normal warehouse, this warehouse had its roof pierced by countless grotesque giant trees. The gnarled branches were stained dark red, and blood was dripping from them. Twisted and broken corpses could be vaguely seen in the gaps between the branches.

"What is this??" Fuma Kotaro asked, frowning.

"Last night, Cheng Sui fought a group of ghosts in the outskirts of the port area. This is the scene of the battle. It is estimated that the ghosts suffered more than two hundred casualties."

Genjiro's hands, resting on his knees, clenched silently. "Cheng Sui is...?" Fuma Kotaro asked, unaware of the headquarters' assignment to Japan.

"A young man sent from headquarters," Inuyama He explained, then followed up, "Where's Cheng Suiren? We didn't find him at the scene?"

Upon hearing this, Genjiro also looked up at Tachibana Masamune, anxiously awaiting the result.

Tachibana Masamune shook his head: "No trace of him was found at the scene; he vanished like a ghost."

Fuma Kotaro frowned: "What about the surveillance cameras around the warehouse? This should be the port area, right? There are many surveillance cameras here. He can't just disappear into thin air."

"All the security cameras around the warehouse malfunctioned that night; it must have been done by the Oni Clan," said Masamune Tachibana.

With a snort, the renowned ninja king, Fuma Kotaro, revealed a murderous glint in his eyes: "Our clan has been inactive for too long, causing this rabble to forget our former glory."

"But how did the Ghost Clan know Cheng Sui's whereabouts? Even we couldn't completely pinpoint his location." Yuan Zhisheng asked in confusion. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Tachibana Masamune rose and bowed to the three of them, speaking sincerely: "It's all my fault. I haven't done anything all these years, allowing the Oni Clan to run rampant."

"There's no need for such formalities, patriarch. We've all seen your efforts over the years. The main family is currently at a critical juncture, and we're forced to do this by the circumstances," Inuyama He said.

"The Inuyama family head is right. If it weren't for the circumstances, the mere Oni Clan would be nothing to worry about," said Fuma Kotaro indignantly.

"What was the purpose of the Demon Gang's ambush of Cheng Sui?" Genji asked again, grasping the key point.

"They're just stirring up trouble." Tachibana Masamune sat back down, his voice low. "They're like insects hiding in the cracks; the more chaotic the situation, the more opportunities they have to suck blood and grow stronger."

"The main problem now is," Inuyama He said in a deep voice, looking at the horrific scene in the photo, which resembled a painting of hell, "does Cheng Sui know that all of this was done by the Demon Clan? What should we do if he mistakenly believes it was done by our own clan?"

"I told him about the Demon Clan," Genji changed his tune calmly.

These words, once spoken, were like a boulder falling into a still lake.

Fuma Kotaro stood up: "Head of the Minamoto family, how could you so easily reveal this kind of information to the people at headquarters?"

Inuyama He took a sip of tea without saying a word.

Tachibana Masamune looked at Genjiro, a shadow of gloom flashing deep in his calm eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

Yuan Zhisheng offered no explanation or reason; he was always a very lazy person, and he simply stated the facts.

"Well, they're young people of similar age, so it's inevitable that they'd have a lot to talk about," Tachibana Masamune said, trying to smooth things over. "Did Cheng Sui tell you anything about his secrets?"

Yuan Zhisheng hesitated for a moment, then sighed inwardly: "I've only spent two days with him, so I know very little about him. I only know that he can use a strange secret technique."

He tapped the photograph on the table lightly with his finger: "Including these towering tree branches, they're probably the result of his strange secret technique."

"This level of destruction is probably only possible for a high-order Word of Power. Is this his limit?" Tachibana Masamune pressed, his tone carrying a barely perceptible urgency.

"I don't know." Genji shook his head slightly. "He only used it twice in front of me. Once he breathed flames out of his mouth, and the first time he condensed lightning in his palm."

Realizing his lapse in decorum, Tachibana Masamune slowly leaned back in his chair.

"Since he knows about the Demon Clan, why don't we just explain it to him? In essence, our clan doesn't have any real conflict with him," Inuyama He suggested as a compromise.

Fuma Kotaro sneered, "Is the Inuyama family head still stuck in the past? The main family is no longer what it used to be. Why should we explain ourselves or show weakness to a mere headquarters brat? Angers' era is over!"

Upon hearing this, Inuyama He's brows furrowed slightly with anger: "What does the Fuuma Clan Head mean by this? I want to avenge the past humiliations more than anyone else, but is wielding a sword against a child the justice our clan should uphold?"

Just as the two were getting into an argument.

The red one is waiting, but ask a child about the strength, is this what you call justice?

Just as the two were getting into an argument.

"Bang!!!"

The door to the Japanese-style room, along with the exquisite paper grid, shattered in an instant!

Amidst the flying sawdust, a figure stood with a sword in hand, while behind him, family guards lay sprawled on the corridor floor.

Cheng Sui stepped over the threshold, his gaze sweeping over the four people in the room like a cold blade, and casually tossed a severed arm and a strange noble mask onto the center of the round table.

"No need for that."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power.

"I came by myself."

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