Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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What's wrong with this guy? He was sullen last night, but this morning he's suddenly happier than ever before. His personality has completely changed. Did he have some wonderful dream?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings while glancing at Itachi's back out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, Itachi's eyes were closed, and his face had returned to its usual indifference, showing no emotional fluctuations.

In reality, his consciousness had already connected with the perspective of a crow lurking within Konoha Village.

Suddenly, Itachi, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, trembled violently!

He tensed up as if struck by lightning, his previously closed eyes snapped open, and his dark pupils instantly turned crimson.

The three tomoe spun rapidly, and his Sharingan eyes were filled with unbelievable horror!

In an instant, a strong emotional surge erupted from the depths of his heart.

[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Itachi Uchiha have been detected! Emotional value +1000!]

Almost simultaneously, Itachi leaped up from the ground, roaring in a hysterical voice, "This is impossible!"

Kisame was idly scanning the woods when he was suddenly startled by this furious roar: "What—?!"

He suddenly turned his head and saw that Itachi, who had been sitting cross-legged without moving, had stood up at some point, his whole body like a fully drawn bow, his aura terrifying.

Kisame had never seen Haki Itachi like this before, and his heart tightened instantly, almost causing him to drop his Samehada: "Big Seven-san?!"

He took two quick steps forward, staring at his partner with a look of astonishment.

At this moment, Itachi Uchiha's face was ashen, his eyes wide open. The composure and joy he had shown earlier were completely gone, replaced by a ferocious expression that was a mixture of extreme shock and panic.

The oppressive aura emanating from him made Kisame feel a chill run down his spine.

“You must be joking…!”

Kisame felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but curse under his breath.

What on earth happened to cause the usually calm and collected Itachi to lose his composure like this?!

They've been partners for years and have weathered all sorts of storms; Itachi has always maintained a calm and composed demeanor.

But at this moment, his partner acted as if he had seen the Sage of Six Paths, and had a blood feud with the Sage of Six Paths for killing his father and stealing his wife, which was why he made such an expression.

Kisame took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, and raised his hands to indicate that he was calm. He asked, "Ichishichi-san, what's wrong? What did you see?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Itachi seemed not to have heard him. He remained tense, his gaze fixed on Konoha, his expression shifting between light and dark.

At this moment, Itachi's mind was in turmoil.

He just saw through the crow's perspective that he was actually inside Konoha Village...

I saw myself!

Indeed, he witnessed another "Uchiha Itachi" with his own eyes!

The figure was exactly the same as him, even their expressions and mannerisms were somewhat similar, only their temperaments were completely opposite.

The version of myself from my dream has actually come to life?!

This realization struck Itachi like a thunderbolt, instantly throwing his thoughts into chaos.

Shock, anger, doubt, fear... a variety of emotions flashed wildly through his mind.

What would happen if another version of myself appeared in the village, in front of Sasuke?

In just a few seconds, countless thoughts flashed through Itachi's mind.

His expression changed several times, and cold sweat began to seep from his forehead.

He couldn't possibly stand idly by no means!

“You must go see it!”

Itachi could no longer suppress his inner turmoil and abruptly turned to Kisame, saying in a deep voice, "Kisame, you stay here and keep watch!"

Before he finished speaking, he vanished from the spot in a flash.

"I'm going to Konoha!"

Kisame only saw a black shadow flash before his eyes, and Itachi seemed to turn into a blur, rushing towards Konoha Village at an astonishing speed.

The forest fell silent again, with only Kisame holding Samehada, standing motionless in the mist for a long time, unable to come to his senses.

He stared wide-eyed in the direction Itachi had disappeared, his face filled with astonishment and confusion: "What... what's going on?"

A gentle breeze ruffled Kisame's short hair, and he murmured to himself as if waking from a dream, "Could something terrible have happened in Konoha? That something as big as Daiichi-san is in such a panic..."

Kisame swallowed hard, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

He had never seen Itachi Uchiha so out of control since he met him; today was truly an eye-opener for him.

Unfortunately, Itachi rushed into Konoha without offering any explanation, leaving him completely bewildered.

"Tsk, pressure on Massenet..."

Kisame suppressed his curiosity and unease, lifted Samehada and retreated into the depths of the forest to hide.

……

Just before Itachi set off in reality.

Konoha Village, the ancestral home of the Uchiha clan.

With a momentary shift in consciousness, Itachi Uchiha from the dream quietly appeared in this world.

Dream Weasel felt the light and shadows in front of him distort for a moment, and when he could see clearly again, he found himself still standing in front of the bathroom sink in his own mansion.

He paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked up at the mirror.

However, the sight that came into view made his pupils shrink.

The mirror, which was just a moment ago clean and bright, is now covered with mottled stains and cracks, as if it has been eroded by the long years!

The air was thick with dust and the smell of mildew, which made him frown slightly.

The familiar smell of the house from moments ago has vanished without a trace, replaced by the musty, damp smell unique to abandoned houses.

"What...what's going on?!" Dream Itachi's heart skipped a beat, and he looked around abruptly.

The layout of the bathroom was exactly the same as I remembered.

But everything before my eyes felt like a completely different world.

The mirror was mottled, dust accumulated in the corners, and even the air felt strangely discordant.

He clearly remembered that he had just finished accompanying Sasuke in his training, gone back to his room to wash his face, and then...

And then it appeared here?

Dream Itachi frowned, his mind racing as he analyzed the situation.

As a top-tier genjutsu ninja, his first reaction was that he had fallen under some kind of sophisticated genjutsu!

Only illusions could cause such a dramatic change in the environment in an instant.

However, even with the insight of his Mangekyou Sharingan, he was completely unaware of when he was attacked; this method was simply terrifying.

A cold glint flashed in Dream Itachi's eyes, and without hesitation, his hands moved swiftly to form hand seals: "Release!"

He let out a low shout, and his chakra suddenly erupted.

However, the surrounding scenery remained unchanged; the dilapidated bathroom was still there.

Dream Weasel's heart sank. He immediately changed several hand seals and tried several methods to break the illusion, but each time it was like throwing a stone into the sea, all in vain.

"It's not an illusion?!"

He took a deep breath.

If it's not an illusion, then how can this bizarre situation be explained?

You can't just blink and travel through decades to a dilapidated future world, can you?

This bold speculation sent a chill down the spine of Dream Weasel, making him feel vaguely uneasy.

He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

The Dream Weasel stretched out its finger and gently wiped the cold sink.

Thick dust clings to my fingertips, and the rough yet realistic tactile sensation is clearly felt.

At that moment, the last shred of hope in his heart vanished.

This is not a false illusion, but a real place.

Dream Weasel frowned, and a sense of unease quickly spread through his heart.

Filled with questions, Dream Weasel gently pushed open the bathroom door.

"Squeak-"

The old door hinges made a screeching sound, shaking off the accumulated dust, which then fluttered down and landed on his shoulders.

Dream Weasel slightly turned to avoid the dust and stepped into the corridor, where a shocking scene came into view.

In the familiar living room, all the furniture was covered with white sheets, which were covered with a thick layer of dust, making it almost impossible to see their original color.

In the corner, spiderwebs hung like curtains, swaying gently, as if proclaiming the passage of time.

His warm and tidy home, which he remembered, now seemed to have become a long-forgotten ruin.

Dream Weasel's Adam's apple bobbed, and a wave of indescribable desolation washed over him.

He strode to the center of the living room, his gaze sweeping over every detail.

From the dusty coffee table to the crooked chair, everything was exactly the same as what I had at home, yet it felt completely foreign.

"Mother?" he called out tentatively, his voice echoing in the empty room.

"Sasuke?" He called his brother's name again, but only silence answered him.

The vast mansion was devoid of any human presence; only his lonely voice echoed through the air.

It felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on Dream Weasel's heart, and a strong sense of foreboding enveloped him.

He walked a few steps through the dusty living room and pushed open the wooden door leading to the courtyard.

The sight that came into view caused Dream Weasel's pupils to contract sharply, and his breath to catch in his throat for a moment.

The courtyard, which my mother always carefully tended to and kept clean and bright in my memory, is now overgrown with weeds.