Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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A figure tumbled out of the rising dust and crashed to the ground, looking extremely disheveled.

He was covered in dust, his once neatly tied white hair was now disheveled, and his clothes were charred and torn in many places, as if he had just gone through a fierce battle.

"Phew—that was close!" Jiraiya lay on the ground catching his breath before looking up at Fukasaku, a relieved smile on his face. "Boss! Just in time!"

"Jiraiya, what happened to you? I summoned you as soon as I received the message, how come you're still in such a sorry state?!"

When the hermit Fukasaku saw him like this, he was greatly surprised and quickly jumped to his side, looking him up and down. "Who did you run into that could beat you up like this?"

Upon hearing this, Jiraiya struggled to sit up, wiping the dust off his face as he chuckled sheepishly, "Haha, don't worry, these are just superficial injuries, I'm fine."

He stood up, supporting his lower back, and shook his slightly numb right arm. "It was just a little unexpected situation. I had a minor sparring session with someone and put on a little show."

"Acting?" Fukasaku was completely confused, but seeing the charred burn marks on Jiraiya's arms and shoulders, he couldn't hide his worry and asked seriously, "A 'sparring' that could injure you like this doesn't look like you're alright at all! Who did this?"

Jiraiya stretched his stiff limbs, forced a relaxed smile, and reassured everyone, "It's nothing, don't worry, boss. I escaped safely, didn't I?"

He downplayed the incident, seemingly unwilling to elaborate on the harrowing experience.

Jiraiya glanced down at the scorch marks on his left arm, muttering with lingering fear, "Speaking of which, that brat really went all out, showing no mercy whatsoever..."

Although there was an element of acting involved, he felt that Itachi hadn't held back at all.

Moreover, Jiraiya had to admit that Itachi's current strength was somewhat terrifying; he was actually at a disadvantage without activating Sage Mode.

Fukasaku said with some concern, "Jiraiya, this doesn't look like everything's alright!"

Jiraiya laughed heartily: "Don't worry! No problem!"

Before Fukasaku could offer further persuasion, the wooden cabin door creaked open.

Wearing an apron, Master Shima came out carrying a large wooden basin and greeted her with a smile, "Oh ho, Jiraiya's here too! Perfect, stay for lunch before you go!"

"Shima-sama..." Jiraiya looked in the direction of the voice and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The wooden basin that Shima was holding was piled high with colorful and strangely shaped insect noodles!

The wriggling, tumbling insects mixed in with the greenish-blue soup, some even poking their heads out and blowing bubbles, were enough to make one's scalp tingle!

On a stone table not far behind her, several large platters of "delicacies" were already laid out: huge deep-fried centipedes curled up in circles, plump gray-black maggots oozing juice, and plates of bright red boiled beetles neatly arranged...

This scene shocked Jiraiya so much that his face turned pale and his stomach churned.

"Hehe, what a coincidence today."

Shima cheerfully carried the wooden basin towards the stone table, saying happily as she went, "Little Jiraiya, you've arrived just in time for lunch! I specially prepared your favorite fried scorpion and insect noodles~"

She waved enthusiastically, gesturing for Jiraiya to come and sit down.

Jiraiya's smile froze on his face, and a bead of cold sweat quietly slid down his forehead.

He then realized that the sun had risen to its zenith and it was already lunchtime!

"Is it already lunchtime?!" he thought to himself, "I was careless!"

I was so focused on escaping that I completely forgot about this whole thing.

Seeing Shima-sensei place the bowl of fresh insect noodles heavily on the table, causing the various insects to wriggle and squirm, Jiraiya felt a chill run down his spine.

"If I actually ate this, would I even survive to get back to Konoha?!" He swallowed hard, suppressing his urge to run for his life, and forced a smile, saying awkwardly, "Haha, I appreciate your kindness, Big Sister. But... let's skip it today!"

As Jiraiya spoke, he subtly moved towards the door. "To be honest, I have some very urgent and important information to report back to Konoha as soon as possible! I really don't have time to stay here any longer. Next time! Next time for sure!"

"Oh? It's very important information..." Shima turned around with a hint of doubt, blinking as she stared at Jiraiya. "That's such a shame. I came all this way specifically for you—"

"Big Sister! Please don't mind!" Before Shima could finish speaking, Jiraiya had already darted to the gate of the small courtyard fence.

Before he finished speaking, Jiraiya quickly opened the small gate in the fence and darted out like a rabbit, running faster than a rabbit, afraid that if he stayed even a second longer he would be forcibly pressed into a chair and fed to the insects.

"Little Jiraiya? Ah—this child!" Shima was stunned for a moment, and before he could stop him, Jiraiya's figure had already disappeared into the woods not far away.

Shima stood there helplessly, gazing wistfully at the empty courtyard gate, and couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, little Jiraiya really has no luck with food! I put a lot of thought into preparing today's insect feast..."

Fukasaku patted his wife on the shoulder reassuringly: "Haha, next time, let him eat more next time."

He looked in the direction Jiraiya had left, his eyes filled with worry.

……

As time passed, the sun gradually sank in the west, its afterglow painting the clouds on the horizon red.

Before I knew it, it was getting dark.

It's late at night and people are quiet.

In a mansion somewhere in Konoha Village, Kakashi lay alone on his bed.

He had turned off the dim bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

A slight dizziness rose from the depths of my mind!

Kakashi instinctively opened his eyes—

The blinding dawn light came into view.

The golden morning light was warm and bright, a stark contrast to the darkness in the room before I fell asleep.

Kakashi reflexively raised his hand to block out the light, and suddenly everything became clear.

The air was filled with the crisp chirping of birds, the babbling of flowing water, and the rustling of the wind through the treetops…

Kakashi looked around and found himself in a familiar little park.

The sky was already turning white, it was probably early morning, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of grass and trees and the smell of earth.

Not far away, three practice stakes stood quietly in the center of the lawn.

Kakashi found himself leaning against one of the wooden stakes, in a casual and lazy posture, as if he had been standing there waiting for a long time.

Not far from him, Obito and Rin were standing side by side on the grass.

One of them sat cross-legged on the ground, hands behind him, and lazily yawned: "Ugh—what's up with Minato-sensei! He always makes us assemble so early, I haven't even had enough sleep!"

His voice was full of dissatisfaction and weariness.

The boy who spoke had messy short black hair, half his face was buried behind goggles, and he was muttering in dissatisfaction.

In the morning light, the lenses of his orange goggles reflected a little light, and his young, innocent face was filled with resentment and complaints.

Beside Obito, Rin smiled and comforted him, "Obito, don't complain. Minato-sensei must have something important to do, which is why he summoned us so early in the morning."

"Hmph... I was just saying." Obito pouted, but when he saw Rin's smiling face, his previously irritated expression softened visibly.

He scratched his head, muttering somewhat embarrassedly, "It's always this early... Ugh, I'm just so sleepy."

Even so, his tone was no longer as sharp as before, but he still rubbed his sleepy eyes, unable to hide his weariness.

Kakashi glanced at Obito in front of him discreetly.

This time, Obito didn't cling to Rin, and his attitude towards Minato was quite normal.

Kakashi nodded. It seemed that Obito hadn't come in today; only he had.

After all, the two Obitos had completely different attitudes toward Rin.

It's still quite easy to tell them apart.

Although Obito also admired Rin, he was rather shy and wouldn't openly cling to her or fawn over her.

Just then, a faint chirping sound suddenly came from the air.

The next second, a golden light flashed!

Accompanied by golden light, a tall figure suddenly appeared beside the three wooden stakes.

The newcomer had striking short blond hair, which seemed to be coated with a dazzling luster in the morning light.

He was wearing a standard Konoha Jonin uniform, his profile was soft yet resolute, and a warm smile played on his lips.

"Minato-sensei!" Rin, with her sharp eyes, recognized the person at a glance and happily raised her arm to greet him.

Kakashi and Obito also stood up straight.

As the golden light faded, the familiar figure was fully revealed.

It was none other than Konoha's "Yellow Flash," Minato Namikaze!

He smiled and looked around at his three students, scratching the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly...

"Am I late?"

Chapter 194 Runtu Breaks Down Defenses While Watching Movies

The atmosphere in the audience was completely different from the dreamlike scenes on the screen.

The atmosphere in the dark theater was tense.

The reason is that, besides Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto, there was an uninvited guest in the audience today.

Mysterious masked man.

Naruto and Sasuke stood on either side of the front row, protecting Sakura behind them, the three of them warily watching the masked man not far away.

Naruto gritted his teeth, his blue eyes burning with fury, wishing he could rush up and tear the other person to pieces on the spot.

[Ding! Naruto's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +500!]

But from the very beginning, the other party always wore a mask to conceal his identity, and Naruto had no idea who this enemy was.

On the other hand, the masked man seemed to completely disregard the hostility of the three men.

He was sitting casually in the back row of chairs, his arms draped over the back of the chair, his posture lazy and relaxed.

He even crossed his legs and swung his toes leisurely, showing no sign of tension.

This attitude further enraged Naruto.

"You bastard, you've shown up again!"

Naruto roared furiously at the masked man, his knuckles turning white from clenching his fists.

The masked man scoffed, "Why are you so nervous?"

He spread his hands, casually mocking, "You all know what the rules are in this godforsaken place. What can I do? Wouldn't it be better if we all just sat down and watched Kakashi's dream?"

Hearing the other person's nonchalant tone, Sakura's unease intensified.