Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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At the same time, not far from the three of them, at the entrance to the town, a carefree figure was swaggering over.

As the setting sun cast its rays, one could see that the person was wearing a red, wide-sleeved kimono covered with strange symbols and patterns, and carrying two huge scrolls on his back.

Despite his white hair, he was still very energetic, with bright, piercing eyes that constantly looked around.

"Hiss—it's been so long since I've been here!"

Jiraiya stretched deeply, feeling his bones cracking all over.

He pulled out a map, spread it out, glanced at it a few times, and stroked his chin: "Kannabi Bridge is just south of this town! Let's find a place to explore first, and then go check it out tomorrow!"

After saying that, he hummed a little tune, rolled up the map, put it in his pocket, and strode towards the town.

"Hmm, I heard there are hot springs in this town...hehehe!"

……

Night fell quickly, and the lights in the quiet hotel rooms were dim.

It's time to go to bed again.

As Itachi closed his eyes to meditate, in the distant Hidden Leaf Village, Sasuke, filled with worries, also fell into a deep sleep...

In a daze, Sasuke suddenly opened his eyes and found himself back in that familiar bedroom.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window into the room, casting warm patches of light on the wooden floor.

Sasuke sat up abruptly from the bed, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings: the desk, the wardrobe, the family crest hanging on the wall—everything was exactly the same as yesterday.

Thankfully, I returned to my dream home today.

"Nii-san..." Thinking of what happened last night, Sasuke's expression gradually became anxious.

Without thinking twice, he abruptly threw off the covers and got out of bed, muttering to himself, "I wonder if Nissan is awake yet?"

Thinking of his brother, who was seriously ill and hospitalized in his dream, Sasuke's heart clenched, and he couldn't sit still for a moment.

He quickly changed his clothes and ran down the stairs.

As soon as Sasuke came downstairs, he saw his mother wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen, with a food box on the dining table.

Hearing the noise, Mikoto Uchiha turned around and saw Sasuke. She smiled gently and said, "Oh, Sasuke, it's good you're awake! Are you going to the hospital to see your brother?"

As she spoke, she carefully tied the food box on the table with a cloth strap. "This is perfect for Itachi to take. I was worried he wouldn't like the food at the hospital, so I made him some rice balls and miso soup that he likes."

"Yes!" Sasuke nodded emphatically, stepped forward confidently, and accepted the food box. "Thank you, Mom!"

Seeing this, Mikoto chuckled and ruffled Sasuke's hair. "I knew you'd rush to the hospital when you woke up," she said, her eyes full of affection. "I prepared bento boxes for you all, so you can eat with Inaka."

"Hehe, then I won't be polite!" Sasuke carefully closed the lid, hugged the food box to his chest, and said, "I'll take it over right away!"

"Be careful on the road, don't spill the food!" Mikoto reminded him from behind.

"Okay—" Sasuke replied in a drawn-out tone, and had already rushed out the door.

In the VIP audience seats.

"They actually got in again?"

Inside the pitch-black Dream Screening Room, the figure of Uchiha Itachi was revealed in a private VIP box.

He sat silently on the sofa, his eyes fixed on Sasuke running through the curtain, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

It's extremely rare for someone to be able to get in here two days in a row!

"Could that guy really control dreams?"

As Itachi thought this, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Or perhaps, this dream was created by that guy?"

[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Itachi Uchiha have been detected! Emotional value +500!]

On the giant screen, Sasuke is happily walking through the street, his face beaming with a long-lost childlike smile.

Looking at his younger brother's innocent and carefree appearance, Itachi couldn't help but feel a faint pain in his chest again.

His clenched fists trembled slightly as a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him: there was relief, bitterness, and deep guilt and confusion...

However, after a moment, Itachi Uchiha forcefully suppressed all his surging emotions and calmed himself down once again.

He knew that now was not the time to indulge in emotions; the truth behind this dream had to be uncovered as soon as possible!

The clues that Itachi had secretly gathered over the years involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Itachi had long suspected that the mysterious masked man was plotting something earth-shattering.

Unfortunately, the other party acted in secrecy, and their true purpose remained a mystery.

The masked man's declaration when he pulled him into the Akatsuki organization flashed through Itachi's mind.

His dream is to build a world that is even more perfect than reality!

An ideal world without war, a world of eternal peace.

At this moment, the dream world within sight—the peaceful and stable Konoha, the harmonious clansmen, without war or strife—all of this seemed like an ideal country more perfect than reality.

At the time, Itachi thought it was just wishful thinking and didn't take it to heart.

But now, having personally experienced everything that happened in his dream, he has to re-examine his words—

Isn't the world shown on the screen the "ideal land" that the other party described?

Itachi Uchiha's face appeared obscure and difficult to read in the dim light.

He stared at Sasuke's retreating figure running towards the hospital in the video, his eyes slowly narrowing: "Could the mastermind behind all this be that masked man...?"

If the dream was indeed orchestrated by the masked man, then what was his purpose?

Is it merely to fulfill the wishes of a few people?

Would he really be that kind?

In an instant, countless questions and speculations intertwined and collided in Itachi's mind.

Thinking this, Itachi's gaze grew increasingly serious, and he fell into deep thought...

Chapter 167: The Healthy Weasel?

When Sasuke arrived at the Konoha Hospital ward, sunlight cast a soft glow on the white hospital bed.

On the hospital bed, Uchiha Itachi had woken up. His face was still a little pale, but he forced himself to sit up and was talking quietly with Uchiha Inahashi, who was waiting beside him.

Daohuo hadn't slept a wink all night, and upon seeing Sasuke arrive, he quickly stood up to greet him: "Young Master Sasuke."

"I brought breakfast." Sasuke waved the food box in his hand and quickly walked to the bedside.

He distributed the steaming porridge and side dishes to the group, and said softly, "Nisan, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

Itachi smiled slightly, took the water cup handed to him by his younger brother, took a sip, and said in a weak but steady voice, "I'm fine, I feel okay, don't worry."

"What exactly happened yesterday? Why did you suddenly vomit blood, Nissan?"

Sasuke finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him, his voice filled with worry.

Itachi was taken aback by what he heard, and seemed to be trying hard to recall.

He raised a hand to his temple, a hint of confusion flashing across his brow: "Yesterday... I remember I was on patrol, and then..."

He recalled how he had forced himself to patrol the village with Inahisa and Sasuke the previous morning.

Everything was normal until, during the patrol, his vision suddenly went black, and he felt a dull pain in his chest as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. Then he lost consciousness.

Itachi said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have worried you."

Sasuke nodded silently, about to say something more, when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the door of the ward.

The group turned to look and saw Tsunade stride in.

Upon seeing this, Inahime immediately bowed and greeted her: "Lady Tsunade."

"You are here too."

Tsunade nodded to Inahisa and Sasuke, then walked to the bedside and bent down to carefully examine Itachi's condition.

A pale green chakra glow emanated from her palms, slowly sweeping from her chest to her pulse.

A moment later, Tsunade withdrew her medical chakra and revealed a satisfied expression: "The recovery is not bad."

Hearing this, Sasuke's heart finally settled down a little.

However, Tsunade then changed the subject, adding, "However—your illness can't be cured in a short time; it requires a long-term conditioning process. It's unrealistic to expect a full recovery in a short period, so you need to be mentally prepared."

Sasuke's heart tightened again upon hearing this: "Lady Tsunade, my brother's illness... can it be cured in the future?"

Tsunade glanced at Sasuke's worried expression and smiled reassuringly: "Don't worry too much, Itachi's illness isn't difficult for me."

After saying that, she patted Itachi on the shoulder, "Right now, the most important thing is to rest and recuperate."

Itachi nodded, his attitude respectful and grateful: "Thank you, Lady Tsunade."

"Yes, thank you very much, Lady Tsunade!" Sasuke also bowed deeply.

He hoped his brother would recover soon more than anyone else, and was extremely grateful to Tsunade for personally treating him.

"Haha, it's just my job."

Tsunade laughed heartily and waved her hand, indicating that the two of them didn't need to be so polite.

Tsunade shook her head, stuffed the stethoscope back into her coat pocket, and prepared to turn and leave: "Alright, I'll go take care of other things now. Call me anytime if anything comes up."

As she spoke, she turned around and was about to walk towards the door.

However, after taking only two steps, Tsunade paused, as if remembering something, and turned back to look at Itachi: "Oh, right, there's one more thing—"

She crossed her arms, her expression slightly stern yet filled with concern, "Cultivation is a good thing, but the intensity can't be too high. Your physical condition can't withstand that kind of high-intensity training using the Sharingan!"

Upon hearing this, Itachi's eyes widened slightly.

Sasuke and Inahi were also stunned—

Seeing Itachi's surprised expression, Tsunade continued to solemnly warn him: "If you continue to train like you did before after you recover, even if I heal you, you won't last long!"

Upon hearing this, the weasel on the sickbed fell silent.

He lowered his eyelashes and did not answer immediately.