Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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That dream I had yesterday...

Based on the timeline there, it seems that Madara Uchiha is indeed still alive!

Then wouldn't he be able to...?

……

Konoha Village.

"Well……"

The silver-haired man on the bed let out a low groan and slowly opened his sleepy eyes.

Kakashi sat up, raised his hand and rubbed his slightly messy silver hair, still looking a bit sleepy.

He opened the window and found that it was already bright outside. He could hear the laughter of two or three pedestrians on the street. A new day had begun.

Kakashi gazed at the clear sky outside the window, but the bizarre dream he had experienced the previous night resurfaced in his mind.

He rested his forehead on one hand, reliving the scenes from his dream, and couldn't help but sigh softly, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Last night in my dream, the lightning release technique that my younger self used was just like the complete "Chidori"!

It can be used perfectly without relying on the Sharingan.

Kakashi, the copy ninja who has copied thousands of ninjas.

Kakashi has excellent judgment.

Naturally, he easily understood the principle behind Kakashi's technique in yesterday's dream.

Like the Chidori, it possesses both morphological and property-related changes.

However, that technique was clearly more ingenious in its use, and not only was it more powerful.

Furthermore, he avoided the drawback of Chidori's speed being too fast, which would make it difficult to see the enemy and thus vulnerable to counterattack.

Thinking back to this, Kakashi gave a wry smile.

That dream...

This wasn't his first time going in.

However, the time he spent training with his father was still too short, and he didn't have time to learn many things.

A gentle breeze swept by, and Kakashi's silver hair fluttered lightly in the morning air. He gazed at the gradually bustling street, but his thoughts drifted far away.

"Next time I enter a dream, I must find a chance to learn that move!"

……

time flies.

Before you know it, a day has passed.

As the last rays of the setting sun bathed the western side of Konoha, Jiraiya stood atop the wall, his expression solemn, facing the wind.

Immediately afterwards, he took a deep breath and took out a light gray scroll from his ninja tool bag.

Above the scroll, there is a blue round fan.

It is the clan crest of the Uchiha clan.

Jiraiya unfurled the scroll.

With a muffled thud, white smoke rose into the air.

The moment the smoke cleared, a piercing "caw!" rang out, and a crow flapped its wings and appeared in front of Jiraiya.

Jiraiya stuffed an iron pipe containing a secret letter into the crow's mouth.

The crow tilted its head back and swallowed it, its small eyes darting around before flapping its wings and flying westward, disappearing into the dim sky in an instant.

Jiraiya watched the messenger crow disappear into the distance, remaining silent for a long time.

A gentle evening breeze blew across the city wall, causing his red feather robe and long hair to flutter wildly.

After a long silence, Jiraiya sighed softly and muttered to himself, "Orochimaru, Orochimaru... since there is still a chance to win you back, I will never give up."

As he said this, a look of reminiscence and pain flashed in his eyes, but it quickly softened.

"I will definitely save you!"

He believed that things might not be as difficult as Tsunade thought.

If before yesterday he had thought that rescuing Orochimaru from the Akatsuki was an extremely difficult task with a near-certain death, then the scene he saw in his dream last night opened up a new perspective for him.

Last night in his dream, Nagato's attitude towards Kakashi gave Jiraiya a glimpse of new possibilities.

Nagato showed a certain degree of goodwill and trust towards Kakashi.

"Perhaps we can get Kakashi to do this."

However, he immediately frowned slightly, a few concerns creeping into his heart.

This idea is sound, but right now, Kakashi and Nagato's bond is probably far from strong enough.

"Everything still needs time..."

He had been thinking about it all day, weighing all the possibilities.

Ultimately, Jiraiya decided to send out the message first to buy himself some valuable time.

That's right, the crow was the means of communication that Itachi Uchiha had given him.

In the letter, Jiraiya inquired about Itachi's recent activities regarding the Akatsuki organization, while also urging Itachi to investigate and stabilize Orochimaru's situation.

After all, Orochimaru is now a prisoner captured by Itachi himself. If Itachi is willing to delay the punishment, he can buy Orochimaru some time to maneuver.

……

Night fell again in the blink of an eye, and countless stars climbed into the sky.

After a long wait, the two cooldown timers on the system panel were finally reset to zero!

The cooldown times for trial tickets and secondary dungeons have been reset.

At the same time, deep within the dungeon of Amegakure, a solitary figure lay expressionless on the damp floor in a cell.

For Orochimaru, who is trapped in a prison, today is just another day of being forgotten.

He closed his eyes to rest, his thoughts drifting, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep again.

When Orochimaru opened his eyes again, he found that the scene before him was completely different.

What came into view was a rather familiar hospital ward.

The ward was very clean and tidy, with two rows of neat beds placed side by side, and an unconscious man lying on each bed.

Their eyes were closed, IV lines were inserted into their arms, and medicine was being administered. The entire ward was very quiet.

Orochimaru was slightly taken aback, but then he understood.

He entered that dream again.

Moreover, this is Konoha's secret underground research base!

Before his defection, he was in charge of human experimentation sites for research on the cells of the First Hokage, Hashirama.

The familiar surroundings and layout instantly transported him back to that crazy era many years ago.

However, unlike what I remembered, everything here seemed too peaceful and serene.

In his memory, the base should have been filled with the painful screams of the test subjects.

The walls and floors were covered with a network of cracks caused by the rampaging Wood Release technique, and the cracks were filled with bloodstains and bits of flesh that could not be washed off.

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes and let out a low, enigmatic laugh: "Heh... Is this today's dream? When the Hashirama cell experiment had just begun?"

This is the second time Orochimaru has entered this strange dream.

Unlike his initial resistance, this time he no longer felt the same aversion and discomfort as he had during his first experience.

On the contrary, after his previous dream experience, his aversion to dreams had long since dissipated, replaced by a strange anticipation.

After all, the feeling he got from the last dream experience was... not bad.

A playful glint flashed in Orochimaru's golden vertical pupils.

"Let me see what interesting things await me this time!"

Orochimaru straightened his pristine white lab coat, glanced around the empty ward, and began to stroll leisurely forward.

As Orochimaru passed each hospital bed, he would glance down at the experimental subject lying on it.

These people were of different ages and included both men and women, but without exception, they all had their eyes closed, their complexions were rosy, and they were sleeping peacefully.

These test subjects look too stable.

"Has the experiment not started yet?"

"Ok?"

Orochimaru's gaze was inadvertently drawn to something.

He stopped beside a hospital bed, stretched out his long, pale fingers, and took a file folder from the shelf above the bed.

Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, the name of the experimental project was clearly written on the cover of the file folder.

"Hehe... I really miss those days."

Orochimaru caught sight of the familiar words and couldn't help but crinkle his eyes and let out a low chuckle.

As expected, the experiments being conducted here were related to the cells of the First Hokage, Hashirama.

He then opened the folder and began to look through the experimental records inside.

After reading only a few lines, Orochimaru's smile faltered slightly, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The experimental procedure recorded in the logbook was almost identical to the one he had used when he first encountered intercolumnar cells.

Contrary to his earlier assumption that it hadn't started yet, the experiment had already gone through three stages.

“Strange…” Orochimaru muttered under his breath.

How could the test subjects from the three processes look like this?

Orochimaru examined it carefully.