Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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The crow cawed and spat out a rolled-up tube.

Seeing this, Itachi solemnly took off the copper tube and pulled out a roll of paper from it, unfolding it.

As Itachi's gaze quickly swept over the contents, his brows furrowed slightly, and a clear look of confusion and hesitation appeared in his previously calm eyes.

He read the few lines of text with unusual slowness, as if every word was unbelievable to him.

A moment later, he had read all the contents of the note.

The weasel's fingers trembled slightly. Before he could even ponder the meaning behind it, the crow in his hand turned into a puff of green smoke with a "poof" and disappeared into the air.

"Protect Orochimaru? Why..."

What does it mean?

Everyone else is one thing, but Orochimaru...

That man was a Konoha rogue ninja who had always harbored ulterior motives towards Sasuke.

Rainwater dripped continuously from the eaves, making a monotonous pattering sound.

For a moment, his mind was in turmoil.

……

Time flies and night falls.

Konoha Village, Hatake Residence.

Kakashira turned off the bedside lamp, slowly closed his eyes in the darkness, and soon began to breathe evenly.

When his consciousness returned, Kakashi suddenly opened his eyes and found himself back in the audience.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared diagonally in front of them.

When Nagato arrived at the audience seats and saw Kakashi, his Rinnegan flickered slightly, and he nodded to Kakashi in a friendly manner.

Kakashi was slightly taken aback upon seeing this, then nodded in response.

Nagato smiled faintly, said nothing more, casually walked to a row of seats and sat down, turning his eyes back to the huge screen in front of him, and waited quietly.

"Oh? Kakashi, you're here too!"

As soon as Jiraiya appeared, he saw Kakashi in the arena and Nagato not far away.

Before he could finish speaking, Jiraiya's expression suddenly changed.

"Hmm?" Jiraiya suddenly realized something was wrong. He keenly sensed a strange aura coming from behind him.

Almost instinctively, he turned around quickly to look.

On the row of seats he had just passed, a dark, viscous substance was slowly wriggling.

The thing was the size of a watermelon, and it looked like a puddle of constantly twisting and deforming mud, with a strange dark sheen on its surface.

Even more bizarrely, on that pool of black mud-like substance, there were two black eyes and a gaping mouth!

"W-What the hell?!" Jiraiya gasped in shock.

Hearing his exclamation, Kakashi immediately looked over warily.

When he finally saw the eerie, swollen mass of "mud" in the darkness, his pupils constricted, and a chill ran through him: When did this monster appear here?!

Jiraiya stared intently at the dark, monstrous shape on the chair, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Or... what are you?"

The black mud continued to wriggle slightly in place, as if it hadn't heard Jiraiya's question, and just kept slowly twisting its shape.

Its mouth was half-open, but it didn't make a sound.

Kakashi and Jiraiya exchanged a glance, both seeing doubt and seriousness in each other's eyes.

The two dared not be careless and slowly separated, one on the left and one on the right, partially surrounding the strange, black, mud-like creature in the middle.

"Can you hear me?" Kakashi asked in a deep voice. "Judging from your expression, you should understand why you're here, right?"

Still, there was no response.

Jiraiya frowned, staring at the writhing mass of black mud, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes: "Strange... It doesn't look like a summoning beast. It has no biological aura; it's more like some kind of chakra aggregate..."

"Can you understand us?"

The black mud didn't respond at all, it just kept wriggling quietly, as if it really was just a lump of mud without any intelligence.

Kakashi and Jiraiya exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion and seriousness in each other's eyes.

The audience seating area has never seen any strange creatures since the beginning of time, so the sudden appearance of this clump of black mud is really strange.

"Could it be a creation of this dream space?" Kakashi murmured, guessing.

“Who knows…” Jiraiya shook his head, his expression grave.

He slowly extended a finger and carefully poked the surface of the black mud.

The cool, sticky sensation as his fingertips sank into it made Jiraiya frown slightly.

The black mud remained unresponsive, not even blinking, as if it truly had no consciousness.

Just then, the huge black screen lit up without anyone noticing.

Jiraiya and Kakashi also turned their attention back to the screen.

However, after Jiraiya sat down, he still glanced at the clump of black mud not far away.

He always felt there was something eerie about the place and couldn't completely relax for a while.

On the other side, the black mud that had just been pretending to be dead was actually already harboring hidden turmoil.

Black Zetsu snapped out of his daze, a tidal wave of emotions surging within him.

He had only closed his eyes for a short while in the outside world to meditate, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself in this strange place as if by some strange twist of fate!

Even more outrageous is that the White Zetsu he originally possessed has vanished, leaving him in his weakest and most helpless original form.

Let alone fighting, even normal movement is difficult!

Black Zetsu's gaze slowly swept across the surrounding audience seats.

In the dim and hazy environment, he immediately recognized the three figures not far away who were looking him over: Jiraiya, Kakashi, and Nagato!

what happened?

How come these three people are all here at the same time?

Jiraiya and Kakashi are one thing.

Since they both belong to Konoha, it's not impossible for them to appear together in any situation.

But wasn't Nagato hiding in Amegakure and manipulating the Six Paths of Pain all along?

How could he possibly end up with those two white-haired guys from Konoha?

Black Zetsu was filled with questions, finding it utterly unbelievable.

However, what shocked and alarmed him even more was the existence of this strange space itself.

Black Zetsu boasted that he had lived for over a thousand years, with experience spanning the entire ninja world, transcending time, and was confident that he knew every single shadow.

But now that he was here, he was completely bewildered and realized that he had no idea where he was!

There was no familiar chakra fluctuation around, nor could one sense any life force in reality.

It was as if he was isolated in a different dimension, separate from the ninja world.

Black Zetsu thought he knew everything about the ninja world, but in this instant, he realized that the situation before him was far beyond his comprehension.

[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Black Zetsu have been detected! Emotional value +500!]

"What the hell..."

Black Zetsu inwardly groaned.

He knew that his current situation was extremely dangerous. He was weak at the moment, but there were three powerful people around him.

Thinking of this, Black Zetsu quietly concealed his aura, continuing to maintain the illusion of a puddle of black mud, lying motionless in the corner of the seat.

Regardless, Black Zetsu decided to play dumb for now and observe the situation before making a decision.

Just as Black Zetsu was pondering this, the screen in front of the audience suddenly lit up, attracting everyone's attention.

Black Zetsu couldn't help but look up.

As the image gradually appeared on the screen, a familiar figure suddenly appeared—Uchiha Obito in his youth!

……

on the screen.

Inside a simple military tent, Obito suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly from the cot covered with a thin blanket.

He rubbed his slightly sleepy eyes, looked around, and saw that the tent was set up exactly the same as last time.

Under the dim light, two sets of bedding were neatly laid out on the other side, presumably his and Kakashi's beds.

Several military backpacks and some basic supplies were scattered in the corner of the tent.

The curtain door was slightly ajar, revealing the vast sky outside.

Obito blinked, fully waking up, and a knowing smile curved his lips: "Here we go again..."

He muttered as he put on his armor coat, fastened his headband, and then lifted the curtain and crawled out of the tent.

Outside the tent was a somewhat empty campsite, with a dozen or so similar simple military tents scattered around.

In the distance, sentry posts could be vaguely seen, with several Konoha ninja patrolling back and forth.

"Hey, Kakashi! Teach me how you did that last time!"

A young boy's voice came from not far away.

Upon hearing the sound, Obito turned his head and saw several figures gathered together in an open space in the center of the camp.

"You took down more than a dozen enemies with a single move that day, that was amazing! Tell me, what kind of ninjutsu was that? What's the principle behind it?"

Yahiko stared wide-eyed at Kakashi, his expression a mixture of admiration and curiosity.

Kakashi scratched his head helplessly and said, "Alright, alright, Yahiko, I'll demonstrate it for you one more time."

Upon hearing this, the boy named Yahiko beamed and nodded repeatedly, "Great! I knew Kakashi, you're the most reasonable one!"