Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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Madara Uchiha was deeply imprinted in Danzo's mind, making it difficult for him to let go.

"Konoha where Madara Uchiha served as Hokage..."

Danzo muttered to himself, his withered face shifting between light and shadow in the dim light.

That was exactly the Konoha he had always dreamed of.

Tough and unshakeable!

He had fantasized countless times about how he would make a name for himself after becoming Hokage, and the Uchiha Madara in his dreams did exactly the same thing he had imagined.

Do not……

It could even be said that Madara Uchiha was far more outstanding than he imagined himself to be!

Thinking of this, Danzo suddenly had an extremely audacious idea.

Could it be that Konoha has chosen the wrong Hokage?

Could it be that Konoha would become stronger if it were led by the Uchiha?

Could Tobirama-sensei have also misjudged the situation?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Danzo snapped back to reality, his pupils contracting sharply.

"You bastard! What are you thinking?!"

Danzo let out a muffled shout, suddenly sat up, and slapped himself hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed loudly in the silent cell, the sound lingering for a long time.

A burning, stinging pain quickly spread along Danzo's cheek, turning half of his old face red and numb.

Wake up, Danzo Shimura!

You are not that hypocritical and cowardly Hiruzen Sarutobi, you must never betray the teachings of Tobirama Senju!

"Hmph! Danzo, what's gotten into you this time?"

A slightly hoarse, cold snort suddenly came from outside the cell door.

Danzo blushed upon hearing this.

He abruptly turned his head and looked towards the prison door, only to see a familiar figure standing outside the iron bars, staring at him with great interest.

Hiruzen Sarutobi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing intently at Danzo through the cold iron bars with a deep and complex expression.

In that gaze, weariness, confusion, and resentment at someone's perceived lack of progress were intertwined.

In an instant, Danzo, who had just been reflecting on his actions, regained his composure and transformed back into the gloomy and cold-faced prisoner.

He narrowed his one eye and glared back fiercely.

"Monkey, are you bored out of your mind so early in the morning?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi shook his head slightly, seemingly not taking Danzo's hostility seriously.

He stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Danzo, can you stop messing around? Every time you enter a dream, you keep staring at that ten-year-old child. Don't you feel ashamed? Have you no shame!"

Danzo, instead of showing any remorse, sneered, looking like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water. He shrugged and said with a forced smile, "Why should I be ashamed? It's your right to hit me. It would be a shame not to. I'll hit you again next time I go in! If you're so capable, let him hit you back!"

"you--!"

Hiruzen Sarutobi was speechless with rage. He pointed a trembling finger at Danzo, choking back a word.

……

Meanwhile, in Otogakure, deep within Orochimaru's underground base.

Kabuto the Pharmacist stood beside the operating table, skillfully operating various medical instruments to perform a routine examination on the young man lying on the bed.

Kimimaro lay quietly on the bed, his naked upper body covered with a thin white blanket, his chest rising and falling slightly, looking extremely weak.

A talisman covered with incantations was pasted on his handsome, pale face, obscuring his eyes and making his expression impossible to see.

After a series of checks, the data on the monitoring instruments gradually stabilized.

After recording the last indicator, the pharmacist turned off the scanning device.

The hum of the machinery gradually subsided, and the laboratory returned to silence.

"The situation is very good, and all the values ​​are stable." Pharmacist Kabuto pushed up his round-framed glasses and calmly turned to the side.

"Thank you for your help again, Mr. Kabuto," Kimimaro said in gratitude.

Kabuto smiled slightly and waved his hand, saying, "No need to be so polite, it's my duty."

After speaking, he switched the monitor back to standby mode, seemingly preparing to end the inspection.

However, after doing all this, Kabuto Yakushi did not leave the laboratory as usual.

He stood silently in place, his gaze fixed on Kimimaro, his expression somewhat dazed, as if his gaze pierced through the other's body and looked towards some uncertain distance.

In the dim light, only the faint blue glow of the monitoring screen illuminated Kabuto Yakushi's profile.

He remained motionless, and the atmosphere around him gradually became eerie.

In the stillness, only the sound of the medicine slowly dripping down the tube could be heard, which was particularly clear in the silence.

The prolonged silence made Kimimaro realize that something was amiss.

Although his eyes were covered by the talisman and he could not see, his other senses remained sharp. He clearly sensed that Yakushi Kabuto had not left, and there was an indescribable sense of oppression and hesitation in the air.

"Mr. Kabuto?" Kimimaro spoke softly, his voice hoarse and weak, "Are you... having some troubles?"

Kabuto suddenly snapped back to his senses, seemingly not expecting Kimimaro to notice his lapse in composure.

His body stiffened slightly, and his hand holding the medical record board froze in mid-air.

"Ah, it's nothing." Kabuto quickly pushed up his glasses, forcing a smile. "Just rest and recover, don't worry about it..."

Even so, his expression remained solemn, and his eyes flickered uncertainly, clearly indicating that he still had lingering doubts.

Kimimaro remained silent, simply waiting quietly.

The atmosphere inside the room fell into a somber mood once again.

After a moment, Kabuto Yakushi seemed to have made up his mind, took a light breath, and then pulled up a chair and sat down next to Kimimaro's bed.

"Kimimaro..." He hesitated for a long time before finally speaking in a low voice, his voice carrying an inexplicable heaviness, "I have a question... I want to ask you. Don't be nervous, this is just a hypothetical question."

Kimimaro listened quietly, and though he didn't understand, he weakly replied, "Please speak."

Kabuto lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on his slightly trembling hands.

"If... I mean if, one day Orochimaru-sama abandons us and leaves on his own..."

He paused here, as if even such a hypothesis was difficult for him.

"What will you do then?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze, with only the slight swaying of the instrument needle remaining.

Kimimaro was stunned at first, then his expression changed drastically: "What—How could Lord Orochimaru abandon us! This is absolutely impossible!"

In his excitement, he jerked his upper body up, as if trying to sit up directly from the bed: "Lord Orochimaru would never—cough, cough cough..."

The violent movement affected his internal organs, and before Kimimaro could fully stand up, he couldn't help but lower his head and cough.

"Don't move!" Kabuto exclaimed in alarm, quickly getting up and pressing Kimimaro's shoulders down, forcibly pushing him back onto the bed. "Calm down! I was just giving an example... Don't get agitated!"

Kimimaro fell silent upon hearing this.

In the quiet laboratory, time seemed to stand still. He didn't answer immediately, but lay there silently, as if seriously considering this almost absurd question.

Yakushi Kabuto gazed at the thin, determined figure on the hospital bed, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

In fact, ever since Orochimaru suddenly left yesterday, this thought had been lingering in his mind.

However, even now, Kabuto Yakushi still cannot give himself a clear answer.

He secretly hoped that the person in front of him, who had completely dedicated his life to Orochimaru, would say something that would put him at ease.

After a long silence, Kimimaro finally spoke, breaking the stillness.

He exhaled slowly, his expression calm and unreadable, and solemnly said, "If... that day really comes..."

"That must be because Lord Orochimaru has found a more important goal and embarked on a greater path. And we... have become a burden to him, unable to provide him with any more help."

Upon hearing this, Kabuto's pupils dilated slightly, and he held his breath, staring intently at Kimimaro, waiting for what he would say next.

"When that time comes... I will never become a stumbling block on Lord Orochimaru's path."

"I will quietly disappear from this world, without causing him any trouble. As long as I can witness Lord Orochimaru achieve his great dream... even if it's just watching from afar, I will be content."

After he finished speaking, the laboratory fell silent again.

Kabuto was completely stunned.

Through the glasses, he stared blankly at the pure white-haired youth on the bed, feeling a surge of powerlessness and irritability in his chest.

A bitter feeling welled up in Kabuto's heart, and he slowly loosened his clenched fists.

He sighed dejectedly, a mixture of annoyance and helplessness in his voice: "You... really..."

But at this moment...

"Squeak..."

The sound of a mechanism turning suddenly broke the silence in the laboratory.

The metal door was slowly pushed open from the outside, and a tall, thin figure appeared unhurriedly in the doorway.

The dim light from the corridor outside the door shone into the room, outlining the contours of his disheveled black hair and pale profile.

"Lord Orochimaru?" Kabuto Yakushi's eyes widened slightly, and he blurted out in surprise.

Upon seeing who it was, a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

"You...how come you're back so soon?"

He shouldn't have stayed in Konoha, or...

At the doorway, Orochimaru's golden snake eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Hehe, Kabuto, so you're here."

As he spoke, he glanced around the laboratory, finally fixing his gaze on Kabuto, the pharmacist, beside Kimimaro's bed.