Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master!

Chapter 73 "One Way to Cook a Weasel" by Uchiha Itachi

Ino's eyes widened, her tone revealing an incredulous surprise.

She quickly glanced around the dimly lit audience seats, then looked at the huge black screen in front of her, her heart involuntarily quickening.

Can I see Sasuke's dreams directly?

This is too amazing!

As a former member of the "Sasuke-kun support group," Ino's mind was already starting to wander uncontrollably into fantasies.

Will Sasuke's crush appear in his dreams?

Maybe we can figure out what kind of girl he likes from that...

Thinking about all this, Ino's pretty face couldn't help but flush slightly, feeling both expectant and a little apprehensive.

"Ah, it's Ino." Naruto strolled over slowly, and seeing Ino's excited yet nervous expression, he couldn't help but laugh. "That's right, you'll soon be able to see Sasuke's dream. But I'm warning you, don't get your hopes up too high. His dream is utterly boring."

Naruto couldn't help but purse his lips and add, "Unlike me..."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but hum a smug hum twice.

"Tch, shut up, you loser!"

Sakura and Ino exchanged a glance with Naruto in unison.

The two girls looked at each other for a moment, then quickly turned their heads away, each letting out a soft hum, as if neither was willing to concede to the other.

However, compared to the previous tension, the air of hostility between them has noticeably lessened, since what people are more curious about now is the content of Sasuke's dream next.

Ino suppressed her excitement and, mimicking Sakura's earlier actions, sat down in the back seat: "So what do we do now? Wait for the dream to begin?"

"That's right."

Kakashi then emerged from the shadows, nodded to Ino as a greeting.

"Around this time every night, the screen lights up by itself, and then we can see the dream." Kakashi's expression seemed relaxed and casual, but there was still a lingering sense of seriousness deep in his eyes.

He glanced at Ino, seemingly lost in thought.

Starting a few days ago, the number of people in the audience increased from three to four, and it hasn't decreased since...

This indicates that the influence of this eerie theater is expanding.

Now a fourth person has appeared.

Kakashi was secretly alarmed.

Could it be that the number of viewers in this eerie theater is slowly increasing?

The thought of this possibility sent a chill down Kakashi's spine.

The situation spiraled out of control, and he, the Jonin in charge, was powerless to do anything about it, which was hardly a pleasant thing.

In the dark corner, no one noticed a hazy, indistinct figure.

Shi Yu leaned quietly against the edge of the wall at the back of the theater, with a semi-transparent light screen visible only to him in front of him.

"well--"

Looking at the information displayed on the system panel, Shi Yu couldn't help but sigh helplessly. "Erzhuzi's interpersonal relationships are still too shallow. There are only a few audience candidates. It's impossible to recruit the weasel right now. 'A Thousand Ways to Cook the Weasel - Author: Weasel' is waiting for him. I still need to hurry up and level up so that those old fogies can come and dream too."

Just then, the huge black curtain in front of the theater suddenly trembled slightly, followed by a flash of white light with a "whoosh".

The screen lit up!

The dark curtain was suddenly lit up, dispelling some of the darkness in the theater.

Sakura and Ino quickly composed themselves and stared intently at the screen.

Naruto, though saying one thing, also straightened up and stared at the dream scene that was about to unfold.

Kakashi stood silently at the back, stroking his chin with one hand.

Soon, the image gradually became clearer—

The image shows a clean and tidy Japanese-style room.

Tatami mats, sliding doors, alcoves—everything in the decor exudes a rustic and traditional Japanese charm.

The morning sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the wooden floor in the center of the room.

Sasuke slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in this familiar Japanese-style bedroom.

He was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had returned to the home in his dream.

Just like before, Sasuke's heart raced uncontrollably the moment he woke up.

The faint aroma of breakfast and sandalwood lingered around his nose—the familiar scent of home.

I could hear the birds chirping under the eaves and my mother greeting the neighbors in the distance.

All these warm, everyday feelings filled Sasuke's chest with an indescribable sense of excitement and peace.

This time, however, Sasuke didn't jump out of bed in a panic like he did the first time, nor did he shout out in a fit of rage.

He simply lay quietly, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, trying to calm himself down.

After a long while, he revealed a barely perceptible smile and muttered to himself, "Here we go again... This time, I can't afford to embarrass myself like last time."

As he said this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but his eyes gleamed with restraint.

Clearly, Sasuke had learned his lesson from being mocked by Naruto and was determined to remain calm no matter how happy he was.

But that irrepressible excitement and satisfaction still throbbed deep within his dark pupils.

Sasuke sat up gently, rolled out of bed, and quickly began to dress.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he stood in front of the mirror and carefully adjusted his headband and collar, his face unusually serious and solemn.

The boy in the mirror radiated an irrepressible fighting spirit. He clenched his fist, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "Today, I must learn another powerful secret technique from the real Nissan!"

Thinking of this, Sasuke's fighting spirit and desire burned fiercely.

Ever since realizing that this was a special dream, he had made up his mind to seize every opportunity.

He wants to learn as much as possible from the real Nissan!

Only in this way will he have enough power to defeat that cruel imposter and avenge his clan in the future!

[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Sasuke have been detected! Emotional value +300!]

Sasuke descended the thick wooden stairs step by step.

When he reached the entrance to the living room, he immediately saw his father, Fugaku, and his older brother, Itachi.

The two sat upright in the center of the living room, next to a simple, low wooden table. Several exquisite porcelain bowls and sauce dishes were placed on the table, indicating that they had just had breakfast.

As always, his father, Fugaku, had a stern and authoritative expression. He was dressed in a dark blue traditional kimono, his back was straight, and his eyes were deep and sharp.

At this moment, he was discussing something in hushed tones with Itachi beside him, exuding the authority of the head of the family.

Itachi was wearing a police vest with a dark shirt underneath, making him look dashing and capable.

He nodded slightly, listening intently to his father's words, his dark eyes calm and undisturbed, occasionally offering a word or two in response, his words clear and logical.

"...The police department is still stretched thin," Fugaku said worriedly. "Especially recently, with the villages preparing for the upcoming Joint Chunin Exams, the flow of ninjas from various villages and the influx of outsiders has been enormous, putting immense pressure on public security. Patrol shifts have already been increased to their limit..."

Itachi calmly replied, "Father, regarding the manpower shortage, I have submitted an application to the Hokage to request additional personnel, suggesting that some experienced ninjas be temporarily transferred from the Anbu and other departments to assist. In addition, I am also stepping up practical training for new members, striving to familiarize them with the various work processes of the police department as soon as possible in order to cope with the increasingly complex situation."

Sasuke silently walked to the table. The invisible serious atmosphere in the air made him subconsciously hold his breath and walk even more lightly.

Just then, Fugaku's sharp gaze swept over and landed on Sasuke.

He frowned slightly, his already serious face becoming even more stern, and asked in a deep voice, "Sasuke, why are you up so late? You've already graduated from the Ninja Academy, why are you still so lazy?"