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

Chapter 98 Not as good as the first time he met you

Date: October 15, 2008 Location: Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo, downstairs from Genji Heavy Industries Erii's seventh runaway.

The weather in Tokyo is always unpredictable; the sky, which was just bright a moment ago, is now covered by dark clouds that have gathered from all directions.

The air was heavy and humid, foreshadowing an impending downpour of autumn rain.

Erii stood on the bustling sidewalk, tilting her head slightly. Her graceful neck appeared exceptionally fair against the backdrop of her red and white shrine maiden outfit.

Her eyes, as pure and clear as glass, were now reflecting the increasingly dark and oppressive sky without blinking.

People around saw the pretty girl dressed as a shrine maiden and assumed she was a cosplayer out for a stroll. Although they didn't understand why she would choose to go out on such a gloomy day, not many people cared.

But this is Tokyo, the fastest-paced and most indifferent city in all of Japan.

Everyone is busy making a living, and even if a girl who is unrealistically beautiful appears on the street, few people will actually stop to look.

Even if someone commits suicide in the street, the crowd will silently avoid them like they would avoid a reef, for fear of getting involved in unnecessary trouble.

Why are the protagonists who save the world in Japanese anime always high school students?

Perhaps it's because the cartoonists themselves are already adults crushed by reality, and can only place their last fearless fantasies in their youth that can never be returned to.

But some passersby were curious about what this girl, who was even prettier than the female lead in a late-night Tokyo TV drama, was looking up at.

They looked up following Erii's gaze, but all they saw were endless, dull, and dreary dark clouds. Disappointed, they smacked their lips and hurried away.

This was Erii's seventh time running away from home, and the seventh time she had seen the sky. For her, even a sky filled with dark clouds was a precious and miraculous sight.

This was the first time she had ever seen a cloudy day; the previous times she had run away from home, it had always been a sunny day.

She stood quietly on the street, like a steadfast pebble in a river, surrounded by a constant stream of people.

She maintained this posture, which was incomprehensible to ordinary people, as if she wanted to engrave the changes of the entire sky into her heart.

Many people have had the experience of looking up at the sky and spacing out when they were young. At that time, you didn't have to think about many things. The biggest trouble was just homework at night. In your spare time, you could sit by the roadside with your friends, point at the white clouds that slowly drifted across the sky, and argue with your friends about whether the cloud looked like a dragon or a tiger.

But as you grew up, the pressure on your shoulders increased. You used to think that being able to sit with your friends and play Journey to the West for a day was the happiest thing. But now that you have your own computer, you can rarely find that pure joy again. And how long has it been since you looked up at the sky?

The crow once said that Erii's attitude towards things was like that of a little girl who had just started elementary school, and she seemed so curious about everything.

Yasha immediately retorted that if the crow had never left the small house of a few dozen square meters in his entire life, he would definitely be just like the head of the Uesugi family, maybe even less composed, just like a boy who has been single for over twenty years can't resist the temptation of an older woman.

Crow chuckled and proudly said that he didn't need a mature woman; he had mastered a "must-have" skill for men when he was in junior high school.

Then, the two idiots were grabbed by the back of their collars by Genjiro, whose face was ashen, and thrown out of the room.

The clouds in the sky grew thicker and thicker, and finally, a light drizzle began to fall, wetting the streets of Tokyo.

The flow of people suddenly quickened, and everyone was in a hurry.

Erii raised a slender hand, trying to catch or block a few cold raindrops with her palm.

But the rain intensified rapidly, soon becoming a downpour. Erii's thin shrine maiden outfit was instantly soaked through. Somewhat helpless, she stood there, looking around for a place to take shelter.

Erii didn't dare go to those large shopping malls with lots of people.

Her gaze swept anxiously across the street corner, finally settling on a small convenience store that looked quiet and warmly lit.

Under almost the same rain curtain, Cheng Sui looked helplessly at the gloomy sky.

The weather in Tokyo is so unpredictable. It was sunny and clear when I came here this morning, but now it's cloudy when I go out.

In the original Naruto manga, Nagato was able to combine sensory perception with rain, allowing all rainy areas to be covered within his sensory range. This kind of sensory perception, capable of covering an entire country, is so powerful that it's astonishing.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Although he possessed the Uzumaki physique as a system reward, compared to the characters in the original Naruto manga, he had not yet fully developed the power of the Uzumaki physique.

However, it's understandable. After all, Cheng Sui is the only "ninja" in this world, and there are no predecessors to provide him with experience to refer to. All his secondary development of ninjutsu relies on the memories provided by the system and his own imagination from watching Naruto in his previous life.

However, having a creative idea doesn't mean you can successfully develop it. Although chakra abilities are much gentler than dragon energy, they can still backfire on Cheng Sui if not handled carefully.

As the dark clouds gradually pressed in, Cheng Sui felt somewhat lost.

My purpose in coming to Japan is to investigate the source of that reagent and, at the same time, to intimidate Japanese people of mixed race.

The source of the reagent has been confirmed as the Demon Clan, as for the threat to the Japanese hybrids—

He killed hundreds of members of the Fierce Demon Clan in one go, and then went straight to the headquarters of the Snake-Headed Eight Families. If he wanted to, he could have killed the head of the Snake-Headed Eight Families ten minutes ago.

There's probably no threat more effective than this.

It's unclear where Fingel went, but Cheng Sui isn't too worried about him. Others might think Fingel is a good-for-nothing who's always failed a grade, but Cheng Sui, who's seen Dragon One and Dragon Two, knows just how strong Fingel is.

Maybe Fingel has already appeared at the maid café in Akihabara, enjoying a bunny girl omelet rice dish.

He suddenly felt that he didn't have anything he absolutely had to do anymore; it seemed like he'd already done everything he needed to do.

As for the investigation into the truth behind the attack on him and Fingel that he mentioned to Tachibana Masamune, unless Tachibana Masamune is a complete idiot, all relevant clues have surely been wiped clean long ago.

Instead of wasting time searching for clues that may not even exist, it's better to make good use of the remaining week or so and enjoy some rare leisure time in Japan.

The raindrops in the sky began to become denser. Cheng Sui stretched out his hand, and the icy raindrops fell into his palm. The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

He looked around and his eyes quickly settled on a decent-looking convenience store on the street corner, so he decided to go in and buy an umbrella.

Stepping into the convenience store, the warm air and bright lights instantly dispelled the cold and dampness outside.

Cheng Sui easily found the shelf selling rain gear; however, when he saw the goods displayed on the shelf, his eyes twitched a few times.

The shelves were filled with all sorts of umbrellas, without exception, all printed with brightly colored cartoon patterns—the kind of designs that elementary school students love but would make adults feel incredibly ashamed. Cheng Sui vaguely remembered that she seemed to have owned a similar one when she was in elementary school.

After a fierce internal struggle, Cheng Sui finally succumbed to reality, chose an umbrella with the original Ultraman pattern printed on it, and walked towards the cashier with a stiff upper lip.

When the cashier behind the counter saw the umbrella in his hand, a kind but incredibly awkward smile immediately appeared on her face.

Cheng Sui silently looked away, hoping that the old woman would hurry up and end this public execution-like process.

The rain outside the window grew increasingly loud, now pouring down.

Cheng Sui stood in front of the brightly lit convenience store window, gazing at the raindrops dripping from the eaves like a beaded curtain, his thoughts drifting into the distance.

"Ding-dong."

A crisp electronic notification sound rang out, and the convenience store's automatic door slid open in response.

Cheng instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

At the doorway, a girl dressed in a soaking wet red and white shrine maiden's outfit carefully stepped over the threshold, her movements as light as a stray kitten that had wandered into the human world.

Rainwater slid down her wet, dark red hair, leaving a small puddle at her feet.

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