Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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He stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Why... did he see the young Inuzuka Jaw in Itachi's genjutsu?!

[Ding! Orochimaru's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +400!]

Chapter 190 Rope Tree! It's a rope tree!

In the audience, a figure flashed and Jiraiya suddenly appeared between a row of empty chairs.

He looked around and immediately spotted two familiar figures not far away.

Tsunade and Hiruzen Sarutobi.

The two were sitting side by side in the dimly lit theater, looking up at the huge, pitch-black screen in front of them.

"It's the two of you?" Jiraiya strode forward, raising an eyebrow, and teased, "So, it's not Kakashi's turn today, is it?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi nodded upon hearing this: "I think so."

Tsunade chuckled lightly, crossing her arms: "Hmph, maybe—"

She deliberately drew out her words, a meaningful smile playing on her lips, "Maybe it's Orochimaru!"

Jiraiya was taken aback for a moment, and was about to retort when suddenly, Hiruzen Sarutobi's gaze darkened: "Someone else has come in."

Before the words were finished, a ripple suddenly appeared in the air not far from the three people, and an unfamiliar figure slowly emerged from the void.

The light and shadow coalesced into a shape, and a young man appeared in the aisle of the audience seats.

The newcomer had a short, light gray ponytail, and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose bridge. Behind the lenses were a pair of cunning and gloomy eyes.

He was thin, wearing a beige turtleneck coat, without a headband, and his face was slightly pale, but there was a faint smile on his lips.

"Yakushi Kabuto?!" Jiraiya's pupils contracted, and his voice suddenly turned cold.

Tsunade recognized the newcomer and her gaze sharpened: "How could it be you!"

Jiraiya's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but smile wryly: "Looks like... you were right, Tsunade."

Kabuto was equally shocked to see three legendary Konoha ninjas gathered here.

[Ding! Kabuto's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +200!]

However, his shock was only momentary. He quickly calmed down and cautiously surveyed his surroundings.

The theater was dimly lit and silent, the seats were empty, and behind them was a huge, still-unlit black screen—

A glint flashed in Kabuto's eyes: Could this be the dream space that Lord Orochimaru spoke of?!

"Kabuto!" Hiruzen Sarutobi spoke in a deep voice, scrutinizing the former Konoha ninja before him. "If I remember correctly, you grew up in the Konoha orphanage, right?"

Upon hearing this, Kabuto was slightly taken aback, then chuckled softly.

He raised his hand to adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the mocking expression was clearly visible in the reflection of the lenses: "Heh, I didn't expect that the Third Hokage would still remember a nobody like me."

Hiruzen Sarutobi stared at him, his expression complex: "I remember every ninja from Konoha."

He paused, his expression hardening, "Konoha raised you, taught you ninjutsu, and yet why did you assist Orochimaru, that rogue ninja, in attacking the village?!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense after these words were spoken.

The smile on the Pharmacist's face instantly turned cold.

He gave a gloomy snort: "Hmph! This is nothing but your own fault!"

"What?!" Tsunade was furious upon hearing this. Her pretty face darkened, and veins throbbed on her forehead. She took a step forward, ready to lash out.

[Ding! Tsunade's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +400!]

If Jiraiya hadn't raised his hand to stop her in time, she would have punched this arrogant traitor.

"Calm down, Tsunade," Jiraiya whispered, while glaring sternly at Kabuto.

Hiruzen Sarutobi also frowned.

It's understandable that he harbors resentment towards Orochimaru, given the many grievances he has against his disciple.

But Yakushi Kabuto...

Konoha had treated him well, so why did he harbor such strong resentment towards the village?

Just as the group was facing off, the huge black screen in front of the theater suddenly lit up with a "whoosh".

"coming!"

Jiraiya was startled and quickly turned to look at the screen.

Tsunade also temporarily suppressed her anger and looked on, holding her breath.

The image shows a simple military tent.

The dim light of the oil lamp cast a play of light and shadow inside the tent, as if it bore the marks of bygone years.

A tall man stood at the table, looking down at an open map.

That familiar pale profile and golden vertical pupils were clearly visible—it was none other than Orochimaru in his youth!

"This...this is!!!" When Tsunade saw the scene on the screen, her mind went blank and she couldn't breathe.

What came into view was a scene that she was extremely familiar with, yet one that she never wanted to recall, even in her wildest dreams.

Military tents, maps...

All of this deeply pierced her most painful memories!

"No...it's impossible—" Tsunade trembled violently, her pupils suddenly contracting, "Where am I—!!"

[Ding! Tsunade's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value: 1000!]

Under intense emotional turmoil, her face turned ashen, her body swayed slightly, and she almost lost her balance.

"Tsunade? What's wrong with you!"

Jiraiya was startled and quickly reached out to support her shoulder, his face full of worry.

Hiruzen Sarutobi ignored Kabuto Yakushi and quickly walked up to Tsunade, asking with concern, "Tsunade, are you alright?"

Tsunade stared intently at the screen, her eyes filled with a mixture of shock, fear, and grief, as if she had lost her soul.

Jiraiya, supporting her hand, could feel her trembling.

He frowned, his mind filled with doubt.

Tsunade's current reaction is clearly like a hemophobia attack when she sees blood.

But the problem is... there's no blood here at all!

After a long silence, Tsunade finally managed to squeeze out a hoarse voice: "This was...during the Second Shinobi World War..."

Jiraiya was taken aback at first, but then he realized what was going on.

He stared at the young Orochimaru's back on the screen, muttering incredulously, "Could it be... that tonight's dream was Orochimaru's dream from back then...?"

Tsunade closed her eyes briefly, her breathing rapid: "Nawaki...Nawaki died around that time..."

As she spoke the last few words, her voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

Just standing here and watching, she felt as if she had returned to that era filled with blood and pain.

[Ding! Tsunade's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +400!]

……

The scene on the screen continued to unfold.

Inuzuka Jaw knelt on one knee, presented a scroll he was clutching tightly, and reported loudly, "Reporting to Lord Orochimaru! Urgent report from the reconnaissance team: a supply convoy from Kumogakure has been spotted near the front lines!"

"A supply convoy?" Orochimaru raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, took the scroll, and quickly unfurled it.

Inuzuka Jacques nodded solemnly, his expression both excited and serious: "A golden opportunity! Lord Orochimaru, the ninjas at the front are currently locked in a stalemate with the Cloud Ninjas. If we can take this opportunity to cut off their supply lines, the situation at the front will be greatly improved!"

Orochimaru stared at the information and map markings on the scroll, his golden pupils narrowing slightly.

He murmured, "The supply convoy from Kumogakure...during World War II?"

For a moment, Orochimaru was somewhat dazed.

"Lord Orochimaru?" Seeing his continued silence, Inuzuka Jaw couldn't help but urge him, "Please give the order as soon as possible!"

Orochimaru snapped out of his daze and turned his gaze back to his eager subordinate.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes as he slowly spoke: "...Assemble the troops and prepare for attack."

"Yes!" Inuzuka Jacques accepted the order with a bang and quickly left the tent to relay it.

The military tent fell silent again.

Orochimaru lowered his eyes to look at the scroll in his hand, his expression inscrutable.

He still couldn't figure out Itachi's true intention behind this genjutsu.

That being the case.

"I want to see what your purpose is in putting on this whole show!"

He muttered something to himself, then a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He put away the scroll and strode out of the tent.

Under the gray sky outside, the ninjas of Konoha were quickly assembling and forming ranks.

Orochimaru stood at the entrance of the camp, his hands behind his back, staring intently at the small team of about twenty people in front of him. In the distance, the occasional faint sound of explosions could be heard, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood and gunpowder.

Among these people were many familiar faces, mostly young faces with immature features. Orochimaru knew that many of them were children who had just graduated from the Ninja Academy.

Looking at those faces, Orochimaru was suddenly overwhelmed with an overwhelming sense of melancholy.

The vast majority of them will fall in this brutal war, buried in foreign lands, and sleep forever in the unknown wilderness.

Life is so fragile.

Even as ninjas, their lives were like candles flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Orochimaru couldn't help but sigh inwardly: After all... this is war.

[Ding! Orochimaru's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +400!]

However, just as he was lost in thought, a slightly anxious boyish voice came from behind him, breaking the brief silence: "Teacher—! I'm here! You have to take me with you this time no matter what!"