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

Chapter 94 Kusanagi Sword

[Mission Completed: Defeat Orochimaru]

[Quest Completion Reward: Grass Sword]

The moment the system task notification sound came out, Cheng Sui felt a burning pain in his right wrist.

Under the Sharingan's vision, Cheng Sui clearly saw a spiral-shaped summoning formula imprinted on his wrist by the system.

Cheng Sui understood that this was the summoning spell of the Spirit Grass Sword. As long as he had a thought, the grass sword would be summoned and automatically appear in his hand.

Although he really wanted to summon his own grass sword and see what it looked like, Cheng Sui suppressed the urge. He didn't want to reveal the existence of his grass sword to the people in the Japanese branch for the time being.

Cheng Sui couldn't help but compare the grass sword to the "Seven Deadly Sins," the top-tier alchemical weapon in the Dragon Clan.

Regardless of the relative strength of the two sides, there is no doubt that the grass sword is the most suitable weapon for Cheng Sui.

Putting aside whether Cheng Sui's pitiful C-level bloodline can pull out the Seven Deadly Sins, the indestructible nature of the grass sword is a perfect match for Cheng Sui.

After all, Cheng Sui didn't need the fancy alchemical effects of the Seven Deadly Sins; as long as it couldn't cut, it was a good knife for him.

Walking to the front half of the Kirikagemaru that was nailed to the floor, Cheng Sui used one hand to pull the blade out of the floor and put it back into its sheath.

Although he would definitely not use this broken sword again, it was still his first sword, and if possible, Cheng Sui hoped to restore it and keep it as a keepsake.

With one hand supporting Inuyama He, Cheng Sui moved the unconscious old man to a position against the wall. In essence, he and Inuyama He had no conflict, but their positions were different and he desperately needed the Grass Sword, which led to this conflict.

With one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, Cheng Sui looked across the corridor at Tachibana Masamune inside the Japanese-style room. This was the man he had come here for.

The battle just now would take a long time to describe, but it actually only lasted a few dozen seconds.

All the people saw was Inuyama He suddenly leap up, Cheng Suifei fly out of the Japanese-style room, then the corridor was filled with flashing swords, and then they saw the Inuyama family head lying motionless on the ground.

Kotaro Fuma stood in front of Masamune Tachibana, his previous disdain gone, replaced by a serious look as if facing a formidable enemy.

Yuan Zhisheng sat still, wanting to light a mellow Seven Star cigarette and take a deep breath, but in the end it only turned into a sigh.

So he stood up, took out the boy-cutting knife and spider-cutting knife from his waist, and gently placed them on the table.

This represents his attitude. Yuan Zhisheng has no intention of being Cheng Sui's enemy, but the mission of his family outweighs his personal feelings. If Cheng Sui insists on taking action today, he will have no choice but to draw his sword against Cheng Sui.

Cheng Sui ignored the two of them as if they were nothing, walked straight back to the original spot of Inuyama He, picked up the teapot that Inuyama He had cut in half, and took a sip.

"Where were we?" Cheng Sui scratched his head, looking confused, and said to Fuma Kotaro, "Could this old gentleman remind me? I noticed you were the loudest one shouting just now."

Fuma Kotaro's face turned red, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, and he almost couldn't resist drawing his sword.

After a long silence, Tachibana Masamune finally spoke. The old man, whose features were as sharp as if carved by a knife, said in a deep voice, "Let's end this farce."

Cheng Sui remained silent, waiting for the patriarch to continue his remarks.

Kotaro Fuma stared at Masamune Tachibana, unable to accept the humiliation of the main family being suppressed by the headquarters once again.

He and Inuyama He were contemporaries, and he experienced almost everything Inuyama He went through. However, unlike Inuyama He, Fuma Kotaro remained a staunch member of the main family faction and fought for it his entire life.

Just as Inuyama He couldn't accept losing to Angers' student, Fuma Kotaro couldn't accept that the Snake-Headed Eight Family, which he had worked so hard to revitalize for so many years, was now bowing its head to a kid from the main headquarters.

So what if you defeat Inuyama He? He's a ninja; death has never been something he fears. What he fears is the humiliation that he can't wash away for sixty years.

"Patriarch!" Kotaro Fuma said in a deep voice, "We can't just give in like this; after all, he's only one person."

Cheng Sui looked at Fuma Kotaro with some surprise, somewhat unexpected that someone would dare to oppose him after he had decisively defeated Inuyama He.

It's hard to imagine the psychological trauma that Principal Angers inflicted on this group of people back then.

Even after sixty years, these people are far more sensitive than they imagined, and they are easily ignited by the slightest provocation.

Just as Nono said, these Japanese mixed-race dogs are just like Akita dogs that bite anyone they see.

Thinking of this, Cheng Sui couldn't help but look at Tachibana Masamune. Unlike most of the mixed-race people in the Japanese branch, this old man seemed unusually calm in the face of these things.

The impression they gave wasn't just calmness, but rather indifference.

He's clearly the head of the Snake-Headed Eight Family, yet he doesn't care at all about the humiliation the Snake-Headed Eight Family suffered?

"Family Head of the Fuma Clan, my mind is made up on this matter, and there is no need for further discussion." Tachibana Masamune's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Fuma Kotaro seemed about to object, but under Tachibana Masamune's gaze, he could only swallow back the words in his heart and whispered, "Yes."

"Alright, tell me your thoughts now—"

Before Cheng Sui could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a kunai slide out of Fuma Kotaro's sleeve, and at the same time, Fuma Kotaro sprinkled a cloud of white powder that hit Cheng Sui's eyes.

Fuma Kotaro noticed that Cheng Sui possessed exceptionally keen eyesight. He understood that destroying these eyes was key to victory, so he deliberately used a ninja-made poison to attack Cheng Sui. At this distance, such a stealthy attack would be impossible for anyone to react to.

too slow.

Cheng Sui didn't even glance at his attack at first, but instead looked at the other two people on the table.

Genji reached out to stop Fuma Kotaro the instant he made his move, but Fuma Kotaro's attack was so stealthy that even Genji was a beat too slow.

In the slow-motion footage of Cheng Sui's Sharingan, a barely perceptible smile of triumph appeared on Tachibana Masamune's righteous and awe-inspiring face.

So that's how it is. It was all Masamune Tachibana's scheme to deliberately provoke Kotaro Fuma into making a move.

What was his purpose? What good would it do him if he really died?

The more Cheng Sui thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She stopped exerting force, grabbed Fuma Kotaro by the collar, and flung him towards the end of the corridor.

"Bang!"

Uncontrollably, Kotaro Fuuma crashed into the wall at the end of the corridor, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out, collapsing side by side with Inuyama He at the end of the corridor.

The powerful wind whipped up Yuan Zhisheng's bangs, turning his thin, black hair into a slicked-back style.

Yuan Zhisheng silently put down the spider cutter in his hand, and couldn't help but laugh at himself, feeling that his concern for Cheng Sui's safety was completely unnecessary.