manynovel Chapter 203 If I'm wrong, it's because I didn't nip the problem in the bud!
Chapter 203 If I'm wrong, it's because I didn't nip the problem in the bud!
Chapter 203 If I'm wrong, it's because I didn't nip the problem in the bud!
Nagato was preoccupied with figuring out how to get rid of Danzo after waking up.
Just then, he noticed a figure appear in front of him.
Nagato snapped out of his daze, looked up, and found Kakashi standing in front of him at some point.
Nagato's gaze shifted slightly as she warily stared at the white-haired boy before her, unsure of what the boy intended to do by suddenly approaching.
Before Nagato could speak, an orange figure quickly approached.
"Kakashi! Thank you so much!"
Yahiko bowed deeply to Kakashi with a sincere expression of gratitude, saying, "Thanks to you for being the first to stand up for us!"
After saying that, Yahiko turned his head and gently nudged Nagato with his elbow, giving him a look that signaled Nagato to also say thank you.
Nagato then realized what was happening.
Kakashi was indeed the first to stand up for them.
Thinking of this, he looked at the silver-haired boy in front of him, even though they hadn't known each other for long.
However, Nagato couldn't help but feel a sense of awe, never expecting that Kakashi, who always seemed so cold and aloof, would have such a side to him.
Nagato lowered his guard and nodded solemnly to Kakashi, saying, "Thank you for earlier, Kakashi."
Kakashi shrugged, his eyes remaining calm, and said indifferently, "I just don't like that guy either. You're welcome."
After exchanging pleasantries, Kakashi seemed to remember something, and his expression became somewhat uneasy.
He is not a talkative person.
But the power Nagato had just displayed really piqued his curiosity, and he couldn't help but ask, "By the way, Nagato—how was that technique you used that instantly sucked people away? It's impressive—"
Upon hearing Kakashi's question, Yahiko, who was standing to the side, seemed to snap out of his daze and nodded with a look of sudden realization.
"Hey Nagato! What kind of technique did you just use? Jiraiya-sensei never taught us that!"
Yahiko knew very well that neither Jiraiya nor Hatake-senpai had ever mentioned a similar ninjutsu before.
Nagato remained silent for a moment, then decided there was no need to hide it: "...It's the power of the Rinnegan."
"The power of the Rinnegan?" Kakashi nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this. "I see—like the Sharingan, is it some kind of bloodline limit?"
Nagato gave a soft "hmm" and didn't explain further.
Seeing this, Kakashi stopped asking questions, but his gaze toward Nagato revealed a hint of admiration and curiosity.
Just then, some movement began to occur around the camp.
Wisps of smoke rose from a campfire not far away, and several Konoha ninjas, rubbing their sleepy eyes, crawled out of their tents to prepare for the day's operations.
Not far away, Sakumo Hatake, the White Fang of Konoha, glanced at them from afar. Seeing that several Konoha genin were chatting and laughing with the Amegakure orphans as usual, he nodded slightly and then called on everyone to prepare their gear and get ready to depart.
The rising sun pierced through the trees, casting golden morning light over the campsite.
The warm light shone on Nagato's face, and he squinted slightly, as if the scene before him was gradually turning white and blurring...
Just then, a series of crisp mechanical beeps sounded in the darkness:
[The Dream Master System has been successfully upgraded!]
[Congratulations, host, you have reached level 15]
Please select one of the following enhancement effects.
[1. Reduce the intimacy requirement when selecting dream audience]
[2. One VIP box seat in the Dream Screening Room]
[3. Additional Dream Camera (Note: In addition to the dream protagonist, an extra perspective can be added)]
Shi Yu didn't hesitate for a second and decisively chose the first enhancement effect.
He had long been troubled by this issue of audience intimacy restrictions.
Because of the intimacy threshold, some people's audience seats are never full during each dream.
The limited selection of audience members has meant that Shiyu has rarely taken the initiative to choose the number of audience members.
Now that's great, with this enhancement, he no longer has to worry about not being able to gather enough people for Brother Tu's audience.
Thinking of this, Shi Yu couldn't help but smile.
Rain Village, early morning.
Inside a simple wooden house.
Nagato suddenly opened his eyes from the bed, his chest heaving and his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
He took a breath and then struggled to sit up, his eyes lowered and his face gloomy.
The dream had ended, but Nagato's heart remained unsettled for a long time.
The events that occurred in his dream last night were still vivid in his mind, and what concerned him most was...
Through that dream, he obtained extremely important information!
The identity of the other murderer who killed Yahiko!
Nagato clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and muttered something sinisterly.
"Konoha—Danzo!"
Just then, the door of the cabin was pushed open with a "whoosh".
Xiao Nan pushed open the half-closed wooden door and walked in, carrying a basin of water in her arms. Her hair and clothes were still wet with water droplets, indicating that the rain outside had not yet stopped.
Nagato slowly raised his head, and the two men's eyes met. They both saw the same murderous intent and coldness in each other's eyes.
After a moment of silence, Nagato spoke first: "Konan, you probably already know—that guy's name is Danzo!"
"Hmm." Xiao Nan nodded gently, her expression equally somber.
She knew perfectly well who Nagato was referring to.
Nagato took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "Konan, help me up."
"It's time to settle some scores!"
Konoha Village, early morning.
The first rays of the rising sun had just climbed over the Hokage Rock, and Konoha Village was still shrouded in a cool morning mist.
In the Shimura residence, a secluded corner of Konoha, Danzo sat alone on a wooden chair in the courtyard.
He was dressed in a loose kimono that covered his thin body. His right eye and right arm were wrapped in bandages. At this moment, his brows were furrowed and his expression was gloomy.
"—I didn't go in last night."
Danzo muttered to himself, pounding his cane in frustration with one hand, his heart filled with irritation.
For several nights in a row, he tried to force his way into that bizarre dream, but failed repeatedly.
If he can't even enter the dream world, how can he realize his ambitions?
Thinking of this, Danzo revealed a sinister and anxious expression.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from outside the courtyard wall.
Immediately afterwards, a tall figure leaped over the wall and landed steadily on the bluestone ground in the courtyard, the wooden clogs making a crisp sound as they stepped on the ground.
Danzo looked up alertly and saw that the newcomer had white hair that fluttered in the wind; it was none other than Jiraiya, one of the Legendary Sannin of Konoha.
Danzo narrowed his left eye, the only eye that was visible, and wondered to himself: What does Jiraiya want to do by suddenly visiting at this time?
His expression remained unchanged. He tapped his cane on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Jiraiya? What a rare guest! What brings you to this old man like me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, two ninjas who had been hiding in the shadows appeared quietly and stood guard beside Danzo.
Jiraiya glanced at the two men, his expression unchanged.
Danzo slightly raised his hand, signaling his subordinates to step back.
Jiraiya didn't bother with pleasantries and went straight to the point, questioning, "Danzo, why did you attack Yahiko and the others? They're just a few war orphans from Amegakure!"
Jiraiya's voice was more serious than ever before as he stared directly at Danzo, his eyes burning with suppressed rage.
The sudden questioning startled Danzo, but he quickly straightened his face and regained his usual cold and composed demeanor.
Danzo had been studying the Amegakure files all this time, so he naturally knew who Jiraiya was talking about.
Those three, including Mingbai, were Jiraiya's disciples.
However, at this critical juncture, Danzo did not want to clash with Jiraiya.
Danzo's mind raced, but he feigned ignorance and scoffed, "Yahiko? What are you talking about? I don't understand."
"Amegakure, Akatsuki—I don't need to elaborate on what you and Hanzo did together, do I?"
Jiraiya stepped forward and shouted sternly.
He had already learned about Yahiko's cause of death from Konan in the audience of his dream last night. Now, hearing Danzo pretend to be ignorant, his anger flared even more. Danzo squinted at Jiraiya. Since Jiraiya knew so much detail, he naturally couldn't keep up the act.
He simply stood up, leaning on his cane, and said coldly, "Judging from your tone, you've come to see me about what happened back then?"
Jiraiya nodded solemnly: "That's right!"
Danzo sneered: "I'm being lenient by not seeking revenge for what happened back then. And you actually dare to come and question me?"
Jiraiya frowned, about to retort, but Danzo interrupted him by raising his hand.
"As a ninja of Konoha, how dare you stay in Amegakure and teach those brats?"
Danzo's face darkened as he questioned, "Don't forget, during the Third Shinobi World War, Konoha and Amegakure were enemies!"
"Besides, those brats caused quite a stir in Amegakure. For the sake of the village's safety, I nipped the danger in the bud. What's wrong with that?!"
Upon hearing this, Jiraiya's expression changed drastically, and he was momentarily speechless.
From the perspective of protecting Konoha, Danzo's words left Danzo unable to immediately refute him.
It was indeed illogical that he stayed in Amegakure and taught three orphans ninjutsu.
From the village's perspective, it seems that Danzo's dispatch of Root to eliminate potential threats as a high-ranking member of Miyo's faction couldn't be considered a major mistake.
Seeing that Jiraiya was speechless for a moment after being refuted, Danzo's lips curled into a mocking smile: "If you ask me where I went wrong, it's that I wasn't ruthless enough back then, I didn't eradicate evil completely, I didn't wipe them all out!"
"Don't forget, in that previous dream, your good disciple led Akatsuki to attack Konoha!"
"You—!" Jiraiya's chest heaved violently with anger, and he was speechless for a moment.
"The Akatsuki's hatred for Konoha stems from your actions that led to Yahiko's death!"
He certainly understood that Danzo was making excuses and arguing, but the other party had precisely seized on his weakness.
Judging from the logic of how ninjas conduct themselves, he did indeed sow the seeds of future trouble for the village back then.
Upon hearing this, Danzo laughed and said, "Don't forget! During the Third Shinobi World War, Amegakure was the main battlefield between Konoha and Sunagakure. Weren't those three brats orphaned because of the war in Konoha? They've had a grudge for a long time!"
Danzo's eyes sharpened, and he said in a deep voice, "The one who is wrong is not me, but you—it is your womanly compassion that has led you to raise a tiger to your own detriment!"
Jiraiya clenched his teeth, his face turning ashen.
He felt a tightness in his chest, his fists were cracking, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
Seeing this, Danzo straightened his back again, regaining his calm and composed demeanor: "Jiraiya, if you are not satisfied, you can go and call Hiruzen here and let him judge. I, Shimura Danzo, have lived a life of integrity and have no regrets!"
"If I've done anything wrong, it's that I didn't nip the problem in the bud!"
time flies.
Night fell quickly.
Obito lay down on the bed with mixed feelings. He had been a spectator so many times, it was time for him to be the one to go.
Obito closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Open your eyes again.
The scenery before him suddenly changed, and Obito found himself in a dimly lit tent.
Obito looked around and found himself sitting on a simple wooden bed. The tent's canvas swayed gently in the wind, and the oil lamp overhead cast a dim yellow light.
Occasionally, the footsteps of patrolling ninjas could be heard outside the tent.
Upon realizing he had entered a dream, Obito felt a surge of joy.
It's finally his turn!
Obito clenched his fist and gently waved it, letting out a low cheer that couldn't hide his excitement.
He had been waiting for this dream that belonged to him for a long time.
As Obito was inwardly sighing, a slightly impatient voice suddenly came from above him: "Obito, what are you dawdling about?"
Obito was taken aback and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw Kakashi in the corner of the tent, his back to him, tightening his protective gear while impatiently urging, "We're about to leave, so hurry up! If you delay the mission, I won't wait for you anymore."
Young Kakashi turned his head to the side, revealing his signature black mask and youthful yet sharp features, his piercing eyes filled with urgency and arrogance.
Obito pouted and muttered under his breath, "Yeah, yeah, I know, I just can't do anything with you—"
He verbally agreed, but his tone betrayed a hint of indifference.
This Kakashi not only has a cold and aloof demeanor, but he's also incredibly arrogant.
He completely lacks the bitter and resentful dejected air of Kakashi in real life.
It seems it's not the one outside.
Obito nodded secretly, a surge of satisfaction welling up inside him.
Great, it seems that the Kakashi in reality didn't enter this dream.
It wasn't just Kakashi who could quickly distinguish between Obito and Runto.
Clearly, Obito could also quickly distinguish Kakashi's version.
Isn't this a two-way journey?
Once he confirmed that Kakashi "outside" hadn't followed up on the dream, Obito felt exceptionally relaxed.
Obito slowly exhaled, a confident expression on his face.
He looked at the arrogant young man in front of him and couldn't help but chuckle.
Hmph, how could this arrogant brat possibly steal Lin's thunder?
At this moment, Rin's image appeared in Obito's mind.
She's probably in one of the tents nearby, perhaps busy preparing medical supplies.
The thought of seeing that familiar girl safe and sound before him again filled Obito with excitement. He gently flexed his wrists, his fighting spirit burning brightly in his chest.
In this dream, he will definitely perform well and completely overwhelm Kakashi!
He made a silent vow in his heart, his fists clenching involuntarily.
Inside the tent, the dim light flickered, and the curtains billowed and fluttered in the morning breeze.
The sky in the distance was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
Obito took a deep breath, feeling his blood surging and an indescribable sense of comfort.
Lin!
I am coming!