Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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Orochimaru spoke coldly, revealing a mocking smile.

Hiruko sneered hatefully, "Hmph! Don't get too cocky. This is Amegakure, you can't escape here! Sooner or later, you'll fall into my hands, Orochimaru..."

He practically squeezed the last few words out between his teeth.

With these harsh words, Fei Liuhu slowly turned around, the steel spikes scraping the ground with a piercing sound.

Orochimaru watched through the iron bars as Sasori controlled the puppet and drove away. The smile in his golden eyes gradually faded, replaced by deeper doubt and gloom.

Why didn't Payne move him?

Does Payne really... intend to let me go like this?

"Impossible." Orochimaru's lips twitched. He closed his eyes, his thoughts returning to the scene when he first met Pain.

The orange-haired youth had an indifferent expression that seemed devoid of any emotion, and his purple Rinnegan eyes were cold, inorganic, and unfathomable.

Orochimaru never thought that such a person would be a soft-hearted person.

Orochimaru slowly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

He had always liked to be in control, but now he was trapped in enemy territory, completely unaware of the situation around him. This feeling of being lost in the fog of uncertainty was truly infuriating.

"If only it were here."

Upon realizing this, Orochimaru's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly exclaimed, "Kabuto... where's Kabuto?!"

His thoughts flashed back to the battle a few days earlier.

At that time, in order to obtain Itachi Uchiha's Sharingan, he led Kabuto in a surprise attack on Itachi Uchiha and Kisame Uchiha.

Where did they go after I was captured?

In the dimly lit cell, Orochimaru's eyes flickered uncertainly.

……

the other side.

Konoha Village, Hokage's office.

Tsunade sat behind her large desk, buried in piles of documents, her brush flying across the files as she added her signature.

Beside her, Shizune held a chubby little pig in her arms while flipping through and reviewing rolled-up documents, occasionally pointing out points that needed attention to Tsunade.

As time went by, the official documents on the table were finally all processed.

Tsunade put down her pen, let out a long sigh, and stretched her stiff neck and wrists.

Recently, she has deliberately made her official duties very tight so that she can have enough free time to prepare medicine for Uchiha Itachi.

Jiraiya then told her that Itachi's body had fully recovered and he no longer needed her to spend time making medicine every day.

Tsunade, suddenly relieved, felt a little out of sorts and found herself with nothing to do for a while.

Tsunade leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes slightly to rest.

However, after a moment, her mind drifted elsewhere.

That mysterious and unpredictable dream world that has kept her awake at night recently.

Thinking of her dream, Tsunade recalled the scenes she had witnessed a few days ago.

In particular, the familiar boy's face in Orochimaru's dream still makes her tremble and unable to calm down.

Rope Tree...

The younger brother, who only existed in memories and nightmares, reappeared vividly in my dream!

Even though she was just watching through a screen, Tsunade could still clearly feel the wound on her chest that had been buried for many years being torn open and stitched up again. Pain and ecstasy were intertwined, and she could hardly control herself.

“I must… enter that dream myself…” Tsunade opened her eyes, a hint of determination and longing flashing in them.

She longed to get closer to Rope Tree, even if it was just to say one more word to him...

Once this thought arises, it is difficult to suppress.

Tsunade knew very well that she could not just wait idly; she needed to actively find a way to enter the dream world.

Oh, right, Naruto!

Jiraiya once told her about a rather important rule.

To enter that bizarre dream world, building a good relationship with Naruto Uzumaki seems to be one of the key conditions.

At the time, Tsunade was skeptical of this, but later events proved the credibility of this inference.

She remembered that shortly after returning to the village, she took Xianglin as her disciple. Not long after, she unexpectedly appeared in the audience of a dream and personally experienced that strange movie-watching experience.

Therefore, looking back now, Tsunade has to admit that Jiraiya's guess made a lot of sense.

Perhaps if she can get Naruto closer to her and trust her more, she will be more likely to enter the dream the next time it opens.

Thinking of this, Tsunade could no longer sit still.

She suddenly stood up from her chair, her gaze fixed intently on the clear sky outside the window.

A moment later, she turned to Shizune and asked, "Shizune, is Naruto home at this time?"

Upon hearing this, Shizune recalled her schedule for the day and then nodded in reply, "Today is a day off, so there shouldn't be any missions. Naruto should be resting at home. Lady Tsunade, are you going to see him?"

"Yes." Tsunade nodded solemnly. "It's been a while since I've seen that kid, so I was thinking of going to see him."

Upon hearing this, Shizune smiled slightly and nodded knowingly, saying, "Okay. I'll prepare right away."

She knew in her heart that Lady Tsunade and Naruto had always had a good relationship, and it was common for her to visit her subordinates now that she had some free time.

However, Tsunade waved her hand to stop Shizune from retrieving the documents, adding in a deep voice, "Wait, don't go empty-handed. Bring some gifts; we can't let that brat think I, as Hokage, am too stingy."

"Yes." Shizune paused for a moment, then smiled knowingly. "Lady Tsunade is right. I remember Naruto likes the chashu at Ichiraku Ramen... Shall we bring some ingredients?"

Tsunade smiled and nodded, "You can prepare whatever you want, as long as it's not alcohol. That child is still a minor, we can't let him go astray."

As she spoke, she casually picked up her green coat from behind her desk, put it on, and straightened her collar.

"Alright, take your things and let's go now."

Shizune, holding the piglet, quickly packed up several portions of the nutritional potions and carefully selected ingredients to be given away, and then followed in Tsunade's footsteps.

The two people and the pig quickly left the Hokage Building and headed towards Naruto's residence in the village.

……

Meanwhile, in another secluded mansion in Konoha Village, in a dimly lit study.

Danzo Shimura closed the last scroll, slowly raised his head, and his eyes gleamed.

On the desk beside him lay a pile of scrolls, all of which were records related to Amegakure and Akatsuki that he had recently retrieved from the secret files of the Root organization.

After days of careful examination, Danzo's lips curled into an undisguised smile of satisfaction.

He hummed to himself, gathering the scrolls at hand one by one, a cold laugh running through his mind: "So that's how it is... I knew I wasn't mistaken. The original 'Akatsuki' was nothing but a rabble, just a handful of kittens."

This information confirmed Danzo's inner judgment and made him even more confident.

He put down the scroll, walked slowly to the study window, and pushed the window open a crack.

A ray of morning light pierced the room, illuminating half of Danzo's aged face hidden beneath bandages.

He gazed at the bustling village outside the window and murmured, "Now everything is ready... all that's needed is the right opportunity."

His eyes flashed with a cold light, but his thoughts were no longer in Konoha; instead, they drifted into that strange and unpredictable dream world.

Danzo raised a hand wrapped in bandages and slowly clenched it into a fist.

"Rinnegan... Hmph, a power even stronger than the Sharingan?" Danzo murmured to himself, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

The last time he entered the dream world, he was unprepared and unable to fully demonstrate his abilities.

But next time, I won't let the opportunity slip by so easily.

As long as he makes the first move, he can nip that so-called "lucky one with the Rinnegan" in the bud before he fully awakens his power!

At that time, the Rinnegan in the dream would naturally become his spoils of war, which he could use at will.

"As long as I possess those Rinnegan eyes..." Danzo's eyes flashed with fanatical light.

There was a time when he coveted the Sharingan and was even willing to pay a huge price to have it transplanted.

However, the Sharingan is ultimately just the power of the Uchiha clan, and it is far from being comparable to the Rinnegan, a legacy of the Sage of Six Paths.

If he could obtain and develop the Rinnegan and master its mysteries, his strength in dreams and even in reality would undergo a qualitative leap!

At that time, not only will Hiruzen Sarutobi be nothing but a clay chicken and a tile dog, but even Minato Namikaze will be nothing but a clay chicken and a tile dog!

A surge of excitement welled up inside Danzo, and he couldn't hide his emotions; a smile even appeared on his lips.

But the good times didn't last long. Before the smile had completely faded, Danzo's brows furrowed slightly again.

To truly achieve all of this, a crucial prerequisite is still needed—the opportunity to enter the dream world.

Thinking of this, Danzo frowned slightly; he hadn't entered that dream much.

Perhaps we do need some external help.

He had also read quite a bit of the record about dreams that Kakashi had given to Hiruzen Sarutobi.

Danzo narrowed his eyes.

He remembered the record that getting on good terms with Naruto Uzumaki would grant access to the dream world.

As Danzo recalled those words, his one eye narrowed dangerously, and a smile gradually appeared on his aged face.

"It seems it's time to try and win over the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki..."

He lowered his voice and chuckled softly, turning to walk towards the cabinet next to his desk as he muttered to himself.

When it comes to brainwashing techniques, Danzo and Orochimaru are evenly matched.

He was the head of the "Root" organization, and had trained and brainwashed countless assassins and elite members of the secret service throughout his life. Dealing with a mere brat was naturally a piece of cake for him.

Danzo was brimming with confidence.

He reached into the drawer of the cabinet, rummaged around for a moment, and pulled one out from a pile of scrolls.

Danzo patted the seal on the scroll with satisfaction and tucked it into the wide sleeve of his kimono.

"Anyway, that nine-tailed brat is ignorant and has never seen anything truly good."