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

Chapter 92 The Mob

"You think you can just start a war whenever you want?" Kotaro Fuma scoffed. "Since when has it become the point for a mere brat like me to decide the fate of Kassel College?"

Inuyama He's five fingers were already tightly gripping the hilt of Onimaru Kunitsuna's sword, veins bulging on the back of his hand. He said in a deep voice, "Cheng Sui-kun, do you understand what you're saying? If this triggers a war between the main clan and the headquarters, can you bear the consequences?!"

Yuan Zhisheng stood there, his mind in turmoil.

He is not yet the iron-fisted director of the executive bureau he will become; right now, he is just a twenty-three-year-old youth.

Although family and fate have already weighed on him to some extent, he still wants to believe that what happened to his younger brother was just an accident. The grand theme of family and fate seems to be very far away from him.

Tachibana Masamune sat quietly at the head of the table, his eyes lowered, as if he were detached from the matter.

No one expected that this specialist from headquarters had unintentionally caused such a big commotion in Tokyo, while he, at the center of the storm, seemed completely unaware.

Should we call him fearless, or should we call him ignorant?

Tachibana Masamune looked up at the boy, trying to find a flaw in his young face. Even the slightest wavering was enough for him to magnify.

But the boy's dark eyes were clear and calm, like a still, ancient pool.

There was no fear, no hesitation, not even the slightest ripple.

He had initially thought the boy's earlier words were just a show of bravado, but now he realized he was wrong, terribly wrong.

This boy, who is a few years younger than Genjiro, not only has amazing strength, but also the courage and boldness to draw his sword in dangerous situations.

It seems Angers has found a good successor.

Even with murderous intent surging within him, Tachibana Masamune couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing feelings, emotions, and reflections).

"Why can't I bear the consequences?" Cheng Sui noticed Inuyama He's grip on the knife and raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you overestimating yourselves a bit? Sixty years ago, Principal Angers single-handedly turned the Snake Clan into the Japanese branch of Kassel College. Why can't I do the same today?"

His gaze shifted to Inuyama He, his words like poisoned daggers, precisely piercing the deepest scars in the old man's heart.

"I heard you were the first person the principal disciplined back in the day. What, you want to be the first one to get beaten up again this time?"

Inuyama He didn't speak, but the bulging veins on his forehead revealed his raging anger.

Cheng Sui ignored the old man's expression and continued, "Mr. Inuyama, on the way from the airport to the Tamamo-no-Mae Club, you asked me about my impression of the Japanese branch. I couldn't answer you then, but now I think I can."

Cheng Sui spoke slowly and deliberately, each word like a knife piercing Inuyama He's heart.

"mob!"

"Buzz—!"

Before he could finish speaking, a blade of light even more crimson and dazzling than Kiriemaru suddenly erupted from Inuyama He's waist!

Onimaru Kunitsuna is drawn! The shrill sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard tears through the air, and the light of the blade is like a blood-red rainbow piercing the sun!

Inuyama He's stance is "Iai," also known as drawing sword technique, a lightning-fast slash in Japanese swordsmanship.

The longsword reaches an invisible speed the moment it leaves its sheath, and the opponent often doesn't even understand what happened after being struck. This is the ultimate sword technique, with no defense or parry, only an all-out attack.

This is also the sword technique most suitable for the instantaneous use of the power of words.

Without the slightest hesitation, Inuyama He activated his sixth-tier technique!

In an instant, it can multiply the caster's own movement speed, with the acceleration effect increasing by a factor of 2.

The initial stage of the Instantaneous Strike can only increase speed by 2 times, the second stage by 4 times, the third stage by 8 times, the fourth stage by 16 times — and the seventh stage can break through to 128 times speed.

Inuyama He's Word of Power is "Moment," and at his peak when he could reach 128 times the speed, he was once known as the Sword Saint of the Snake Clan.

If he swings his iaido sword at lightning speed, no opponent can see his blade; to them, it is merely a faint flash of air.

No one knows exactly how many levels one can reach in a moment. The one who became famous for "moment" in history was Viscount Charlotte of the Secret Society of the Secret Service, who was also Angers' teacher.

Viscount Charlotte wields a specially designed six-barreled revolver, firing two bullets simultaneously with both hands. The gunshot is sparse, but it creates twelve trajectories, covering all of space. It is said that his instantaneous power can reach the eighth level, the highest level of instantaneous power ever achieved by a hybrid.

The moment Onimaru Kunitsuna drew his sword, the porcelain cup and teapot on the table were cleaved in two. The long sword, like a blood-red dragon, passed over Fuma Kotaro and headed straight for Cheng Sui.

The blade flashed and arrived in front of Cheng Sui in an instant, as if it could kill the arrogant young man on the spot in the next second.

But Cheng Sui didn't panic at all; instead, a smug smile appeared on his lips.

He was certainly not the kind of fool who would provoke others for no reason; all his previous mockery was just to get Inuyama He to make a move at this moment.

Kirikage Maru is undoubtedly an excellent knife, but it can only be considered excellent. After several days of intense fighting, Cheng Sui clearly felt that Kirikage Maru was starting to wear out, and he urgently needed a knife that was more suitable for him.

Just as Onimaru Kunitsuna was pressing his neck, Cheng Suicai calmly swung his sword, precisely intercepting Inuyama He's slash.

Inuyama He looked furious, Cheng Sui's words piercing his heart like poisonous bees. It was the most vulnerable spot in the old man's heart, a humiliation he could never forget in his life, which Cheng Sui had now exposed to everyone.

"clang!"

The two blades clashed, producing a clear and crisp sound.

But with the power of Inuyama Kazeno in his possession, Onimaru Kunitsuna retreated rapidly, smashing open the door to the Japanese-style room.

Onimaru Kunitsuna's blood-red sword light followed Cheng Sui closely, never getting more than half a foot away, but never able to break through to within half a foot.

To ordinary people, their actions completely defy the laws of physics; their hands are so fast that you can't even see afterimages.

Inuyama He was like a furious tiger, constantly pouncing on Cheng Sui, each step causing the floor to tremble violently.

Outside was a long corridor with pine wood walls, and clumps of thin bamboo were placed on both sides as a screen. In the flash of Onimaru Kunitsuna's sword, bamboo branches and leaves flew away, and everything along the way was crushed by Onimaru Kunitsuna. Once that sword was unsheathed, it was like a raging dragon breaking free of its reins.

Onimaru Kunitsuna was completely submerged in the floor, while Inuyama He knelt on the ground, bamboo leaves drifting down onto his shoulders.

He reversed his grip on the knife and flicked it to the right, the motion like shaking water off an umbrella.

This is the finishing move of the Iaido sword technique, known as "Blood Shake," which means shaking off the accumulated blood on the blade after slaying an enemy. Cheng Sui prefers to use the Blood Shake with one hand, using the momentum of swinging the sword to shake off the accumulated blood.

Sure enough, a drop of blood flew from Onimaru Kunitsuna's blade and landed on the fluttering bamboo leaves. The scene was a perfect blend of murderous intent and poetic beauty, reminiscent of ukiyo-e prints depicting samurai.

Cheng Sui lightly swung his long sword, and the resulting wind pressure scattered the fallen leaves around him.

however.

A soft, crisp sound, like a snapping string.

The Kirikage Maru in his hand, the fine sword that had accompanied him through numerous fierce battles, could no longer withstand the clash of these extreme forces and quietly broke apart with this swing!

The front half of the blade spun out and, with a "thud," embedded itself deeply into the wooden floor not far away, where it continued to tremble.

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