Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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In an instant, Black Zetsu's mind was in complete chaos.

Even a dream space resembling the Infinite Tsukuyomi has appeared. Could his "Eye of the Moon" plan, which he has been planning for a thousand years, be about to encounter unexpected changes?

All sorts of thoughts made him restless.

Black Zetsu coughed lightly, feigning calmness, and continued to probe, "What were you doing going to see... Uchiha Madara last night?"

Obito said calmly, "I remember I made it very clear yesterday. Of course, it's to become stronger!"

He said this with an expression that seemed perfectly natural.

Before Black Zetsu could think any further, Obito strode forward, brought his face close to Black Zetsu's, and teased, "What's wrong, Zetsu? Are you so happy to see your old father again that you're moved to tears?"

"Father?!" Upon hearing this, Hei Jue's eyes widened in astonishment, then his face darkened.

What kind of "old father" is Madara Uchiha?

Is he worthy?!

A surge of disdain and disgust welled up in Black Zetsu's heart.

That's right, Obito and Madara always thought he was a product created by Madara Uchiha using Yin Release. Those two idiots!

Despite being extremely annoyed, Black Zetsu forcibly suppressed his surging anger and tried his best to keep his tone calm.

"Is it that simple?" he asked, squinting as he changed the subject.

"Otherwise what?" Obito shrugged, looking completely unconcerned.

He put his hand on Black Zetsu's shoulder and said, "Let's go see how it goes."

Obito's voice revealed a hint of eager excitement.

Black Zetsu was taken aback: "Let's see... what the effect is?"

Before he could react, Obito's figure suddenly became blurry.

Suddenly, the crimson color in Obito's right eye lit up!

The patterns on the Mangekyou Sharingan spun rapidly, causing ripples to spread through the surrounding space.

The next instant, a strange spatial fluctuation rippled outwards from Obito's body, engulfing him and Black Zetsu together!

Black Zetsu felt the scenery blur before his eyes, and his body uncontrollably fell into the depths of the vortex, as if he had been forcibly dragged into another dimension.

When he came to his senses, the scene around him had completely changed.

What comes into view is a gray, otherworldly space.

The sky and the earth blend into one color, with dark clouds hanging low in the distance as if they could be reached. A series of strange rocks and broken walls stand on the earth, and twisted and broken building ruins float in mid-air, as if weightless and still.

It was Obito's Kamui dimension.

At this moment, the two were standing on a vast, empty wasteland, with cracked brown earth beneath their feet. The surroundings were silent and desolate, devoid of any sign of life.

With a whoosh, Obito excitedly took several steps forward, his hands quickly forming a series of complex hand seals!

"Fire Escape·The Great Fire Extinguishes!"

Obito took a deep breath, his bulging chest surging like a bellows filled with intense chakra.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth, and in an instant, an extremely hot wave of flames swept out!

A crimson sea of ​​fire swept forward with overwhelming force, the surging flames crashing against the distant ground like a burst dam.

Instantly, the earth trembled, and a hissing sound burst forth in the air—the sound of rocks being scorched by flames and instantly vaporizing!

The dazzling flames turned the dark sky crimson, and the rolling fire waves rose dozens of meters high, as if they were about to burn the entire world to ashes.

A scorching heat wave swept over you; even from a distance, you could feel the suffocating heat.

After the fire subsided, the ground within a radius of several hundred meters had been burned to a charred black, with sparks still remaining on the surface and a pungent, burnt smell permeating the air.

On the other side, Obito lowered his hands from the hand seals and looked at the sea of ​​fire and scorched earth he had created with his own hands, a satisfied expression on his face.

"Tsk... No wonder it's Madara Uchiha's Fire Release technique; it's just different from others." He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Your old father really has some skills! The power of this move is impressive!"

A flicker of excitement and anticipation crossed Obito's eyes.

After all, he is different from Kakashi; many of his ninjutsu rely on the Mangekyou Sharingan and the White Zetsu half of his body.

It cannot be used in dreams.

Now he has all the things that Madara Uchiha taught him.

He also gained many tools that he could use in dreams.

How could he not be happy?

Next time in a dream... hehe...

The thought of potentially using Professor Madara Uchiha's power to protect Rin and defeat Kakashi next time filled Obito with an overwhelming sense of excitement and anticipation.

"Hmph..." Black Jue let out a very soft response from his nose.

He gave a perfunctory compliment: "Yes...the power is indeed quite good."

He outwardly agreed, but inwardly he felt little emotion.

Obito was completely absorbed in the satisfaction brought by power and didn't pay any attention to the perfunctory tone in Black Zetsu's words.

Black Zetsu looked at the triumphant Obito before him, his eyes flashing, and a faint hint of mockery suddenly appeared deep in his pupils.

He quietly observed Obito's slender back, a cold smile slowly creeping onto his lips.

You dare to seek guidance from Madara Uchiha in your training?

You're probably not going to be able to handle the consequences!

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Rain Village, the central tower.

At this moment, Nagato's brows were furrowed, his expression dazed, and the bizarre scenes from last night's dream kept replaying in his mind, leaving him unable to calm down for a long time.

"Nagato?" With a series of light footsteps, the door was pushed open, and Konan walked in.

She noticed that Nagato's expression was off and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Konan?" Nagato turned his head, managing a faint, reassuring smile, but it quickly vanished.

"Konan... I saw the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path."

"The Demonic Statue of the Heretic?"

Konan was taken aback and puzzled. Nagato could "see" that giant statue every day, so why was he suddenly saying this now?

Nagato's pale face held no trace of a smile. He slowly shook his head and corrected, "I mean... I saw the Gedo Mazo in my dream last night. And someone else was controlling it."

He paused slightly at this point, his tightly pursed lips betraying his unease and shock.

A moment later, he told Xiao Nan everything he had seen in his dream the night before.

After listening quietly, Xiao Nan's originally calm face gradually changed color.

She couldn't help but frown, repeating incredulously in a low voice, "Uchiha Madara and... the Gedo Mazo together?"

This news is truly appalling.

Wasn't Madara Uchiha a legend who had died many years ago?

Why did it appear alongside the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path in my dream?

Nagato slowly sat up in bed, her two thin legs curled up between the soft bedding due to years of disuse, looking somewhat deformed.

He raised his head, touched his tightly closed eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, something is very wrong... The Gedo Mazo should be something only I can control!"

Nagato and Konan exchanged a glance, both seeing deep concern in each other's eyes.

Both of them realized that some conspiracy was probably lurking somewhere they were unaware of.

After all, that masked man had been using the name "Uchiha Madara" to cooperate with them and plan a shocking scheme to collect the tailed beasts.

If there truly is some hidden secret behind the Demonic Statue of the Heretic, then it is highly likely that their efforts over the years...

They're all just doing all the work for someone else's benefit!

"Should we...should we send someone to investigate?" Xiao Nan asked suddenly after a long silence.

The Akatsuki organization has worked hard for many years and must not be thrown into disarray by a mere illusion, but at the same time, it cannot ignore the potential crisis.

"Who should we send?" Nagato sighed.

He glanced around the empty room, a hint of weariness and helplessness flashing in his eyes.

Xiao Nan was speechless for a moment upon hearing this, gently biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and did not answer immediately.

Yes, who should we look for?

The Akatsuki organization has many capable people, but how many are truly trustworthy?

The Akatsuki members were a mixed bag, mostly rogue ninja from various villages, each with their own agendas. Some of them were even forcibly recruited by Nagato using force.

Although they outwardly obey Pain out of fear of his authority, if these people were actually allowed to investigate Madara Uchiha, they would likely betray him or choose to conceal the truth for their own benefit.

Nagato didn't trust these people to conduct the investigation at all.

Moreover, only a handful of people within the vast Akatsuki organization truly understood the significance of Madara Uchiha's existence.

If we act rashly, we might alert the masked man and make him suspicious.

After much deliberation, Nagato realized that he could hardly send out any suitable candidates.

"How about... I go investigate?" Konan, seeing that Nagato couldn't come up with a solution, hesitated for a moment and then volunteered.

“No matter how dangerous the other party is, someone has to find out the truth. Besides, it’s less likely for me to attract attention if I act alone.”

"No!" Nagato refused decisively, almost blurting it out, "That person is Uchiha Madara...it's too dangerous!"

The masked man had always claimed to be Madara Uchiha. Nagato might have been skeptical before, but after the real Madara appeared in his dream last night, he was inclined to believe it.

After all, there was only a little over ten years between that dream and reality.

Sending Konan to spy on such a person is tantamount to putting herself in danger, and Nagato will never allow it!

The rain outside intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the windowpane with a loud, clattering sound.

Nagato's vigilance had reached its peak.