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

Chapter 96 Peace Talks

Tachibana Masamune's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably as he looked at the smiling boy in front of him.

He stared intently at the smiling young man before him, the murderous intent in his chest surging like magma, almost bursting through the refined exterior he had carefully maintained for so many years.

This is the first time in decades that someone has made him lose his composure like this.

He felt that the boy was playing a trick on him, deliberately using that terrifying aura to embarrass himself.

Tachibana Masamune hadn't experienced anything like this in years. He was used to being in control of everything and believed that everyone was just a pawn in his game.

He moved his pieces with elegance and composure, never imagining that one day he would be slapped hard by a single piece.

What angered him even more was that he had indeed felt fear just now, and the boy in front of him truly had the ability to take his life.

Being in a high position for a long time can indeed change a person's character. If it were Tachibana Masamune fifty years ago—no, back then he should have been called Herzog—faced with such humiliation, he would probably just smile indifferently, silently remember this disgrace, and wait for the day he could take revenge.

But now, having seized the supreme power of the Snake Clan, he has long since etched the arrogance of a superior into his very bones.

Even he himself was almost forgetting the figure that had once crawled forward in the shadows.

At that moment, the young man who had shamed him was sitting lazily opposite him, his fingertips lightly tapping the edge of the table, and a hint of impatience even showing between his brows.

"So what you mean by 'this is the end'?" Cheng Sui glanced at the old man who was full of malice towards him, speaking casually as his gaze lightly swept over the old man's gloomy face.

As he spoke, he had already quietly activated a modified version of the Chakra Sensing Technique.

During his time in Japan, Cheng Sui frequently used his improved chakra perception technique, and the radar map in his mind that could display hybrid races could now cover an area with a diameter of about one kilometer.

In the original Naruto manga, Karin's Kagura Mind's Eye has a coverage area of ​​nearly 30 kilometers in diameter. It seems I still need to train in this area.

The spiritual power spread rapidly like an invisible tide, instantly enveloping the entire Genji Heavy Industries building.

A three-dimensional map formed in Cheng Sui's mind, with countless red dots flashing within it.

A rough estimate suggested that nearly a thousand mixed-race individuals were gathered in this building, a scale that left him speechless with astonishment.

But two red dots stood out, one of which was right near him and was undoubtedly Genjiro, who had just left.

Another red dot shone brightly on the map. Cheng Sui had only seen this level of high bloodline in two other people: Principal Angers and the mysterious ramen chef.

Even Genjiro's younger brother, the one known as the most evil demon, was slightly inferior in terms of bloodline purity.

I wonder what Teacher Da Ye will look like in my map —

A bloodline of the Dragon King level would probably shine like a small sun, Cheng Sui thought to himself.

He planned to visit Natsumi in the capital after his trip to Japan.

Not only out of curiosity about Xia Mi, Cheng Sui also wanted to confirm what kind of judgment the system would make on this king of the earth and mountains.

However, he hasn't decided what identity to use to approach Xia Mi yet, but he's certain that he'll bring Chu Zihang along.

This was Cheng Sui's mischievous quirk; he really wanted to see what kind of expression Teacher Da Ye would have if he met his sweetheart two years earlier.

To Cheng Sui's surprise, the red dot he sensed, which was even brighter than Genji's, was not moving closer to him, but instead was gradually moving away from Genji Heavy Industries.

What does this mean? Are you no longer caring about the head of your family?

Just as he was pondering, Tachibana Masamune's voice interrupted his thoughts.

The deeply etched old man had suppressed his anger and regained his usual calm expression, though the faint blue veins on his forehead betrayed the turmoil within him.

"Naturally, I will assist the two specialists at headquarters in investigating the truth behind your attack." Tachibana Masamune's voice was so calm that it revealed no emotion. "I, Tachibana Masamune, can guarantee with my integrity that the attack on the headquarters specialists has nothing to do with our family."

Cheng Sui raised an eyebrow. He had been somewhat hesitant before, even wondering if he had wronged the Snake-Headed Eight Families, since Genjiro's attitude towards him had been quite friendly.

But upon hearing Tachibana Masamune's words, which he vouched for with his personal integrity, he was almost certain that this matter was related to the Snake-Headed Eight Families, or at the very least, to the extremely shrewd old man in front of him.

You say you vouch for it with your personal integrity? Who would believe that?

Cheng Sui's flippant expression remained unchanged as he rested his hands behind his head: "And then?"

Tachibana Masamune's temple throbbed twice uncontrollably. He had never seen such a presumptuous young man before; this boy seemed to have no idea of ​​the weight that the title "Head of the Snake-Headed Eight Families" represented.

What frustrated and angered Tachibana Masamune the most was that he really couldn't do anything to Cheng Sui. The difference in strength was like an insurmountable chasm between the two, making all his schemes and calculations seem so pale and powerless.

At one time, Tachibana Masamune thought the hatred of those elders from the Snake-Headed Eight Families towards Angers was laughable, nothing more than a ridiculous display of Bushido spirit.

But now, he seemed to understand those people's feelings; that deep-seated sense of humiliation was like the fires of hell, scorching his internal organs.

He almost had an urge to put on that terrifying nobleman's mask and transform into a demon to seek revenge.

But----

Tachibana Masamune's gaze involuntarily fell on Cheng Sui, and he suddenly remembered that it was this seemingly harmless boy who had defeated his shadow warrior avatar with an almost crushing defeat.

Seeing the fascinating mix of red and blue on Tachibana Masamune's face, Cheng Sui couldn't help but kindly remind him, "Patriarch, why do you look so pale? If your health isn't good, you should retire. I think the Inuyama family head is in better health than you; at least he can still wield a sword and swat around a bit."

Tachibana Masamune took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down: "I wonder if Commissioner Cheng Sui needs anything else? Our family will do our best to meet your requirements."

Cheng casually waved his hand, as if shooing away an annoying fly, and turned to walk outside.

"Forget it, your Japanese branch is so useless, I might as well do it myself. But my senior is still missing, so if you're still of any use, please help me look for him."

His voice was still the same relaxed and carefree one that made Tachibana Masamune grit his teeth.

Tachibana Masamune stared intently at Cheng Sui's departing figure, his resentment and anger no longer needing to be concealed.

He clenched his fist tightly, and the white porcelain teacup in his hand shattered with a crack. Sharp shards pierced deep into his palm, and blood dripped through his fingers, blooming into dark red flowers on the white porcelain floor.

Although risking killing Cheng Sui might incur retribution from headquarters, Cheng Sui is currently in Japan and appears to be quite close to Genji.

Weighing the two options, the threat posed by Cheng Sui while he was still alive was far greater than the threat posed by his death.

Thinking of this, Tachibana Masamune took out an old-fashioned flip phone from his pocket, his fingers moving quickly across the keys to compose a short message.

His movements were practiced and precise, as if he had repeated this operation countless times.

The moment he pressed the send button, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Outside the window, the sky over Tokyo had been filled with dark clouds, and a storm was about to break.