Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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boom! !

The two enormous red demons collided head-on, like two moving mountains meeting!

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted, and the violent impact swept in all directions from the point of impact, stirring up howling winds.

The ground cracked and sank, and countless pieces of soil and rocks were shaken into the air.

A hurricane-like shockwave swept across the battlefield, scattering the remaining Amaterasu black flames that had not yet been extinguished.

Black flames spread everywhere in the wind, like an inextinguishable plague, raging once again across the scorched earth.

In the distance, Sasuke hid behind a half-broken, charred giant tree. Feeling the terrifying impact, his small body trembled uncontrollably.

He slowly peeked out, and the sight that came into view made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The once lush forest has been leveled, and a large area of ​​scorched land looks as if it has been burned by heavenly fire.

The two towering Susanoo were locked in a fierce battle, each collision producing a deafening roar that shook the earth.

Even more alarming, as the battle progressed, the two giants were also stained with Amaterasu's black flames.

The black flames licked at their armor and limbs, hissing and burning, but seemed to have no effect whatsoever on the two demons fighting.

Sasuke had previously fantasized about defeating that guy himself and putting an end to his hatred.

But now, witnessing such devastating power firsthand, he realized how ridiculously naive his thoughts had been.

Such an enemy is simply beyond his current capabilities.

Worry and fear swirled in the boy's heart, yet he could only hate his own powerlessness.

Sasuke gritted his teeth, staring intently at the battle in the arena.

There, his Nissan faces the most formidable enemy of his life, and he is powerless to help.

Just as Sasuke was anxious and at his wit's end, on the trunk of a tree in the distance...

Obito leaned back leisurely, his single eye behind the tiger-striped mask fixed on the fierce battle between the two Susanoo.

"Tsk tsk..."

He let out a deep, enigmatic sigh, a smile that was neither quite a laugh nor a genuine sentiment.

"That Uchiha Itachi... he's really terrifying."

"They actually managed to develop the power of the Mangekyou Sharingan to this extent..."

"Fortunately, he is now my pawn, firmly under my control. Otherwise, if such a monster were to break free of my control and become my enemy, standing on the opposite side... just thinking about it would be a real headache."

However, at that moment, a very slight sound came from behind him.

Obito was quite helpless; he didn't even turn around, only sighing repeatedly.

"He's like a persistent ghost... Kakashi."

Chapter 243 The weasel kills Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke awakens his Sharingan!

"Can't you just let me watch this show in peace?"

Obito's lazy voice fell.

Kakashi said in a deep voice, "Obito! I have something important to ask you."

Upon hearing this, Obito waved his hand dismissively, showing no interest in replying.

"What's the rush? Let's wait until this show is over first!"

At this point, he turned to a half-smile and said, "Such a spectacular scene of me beating myself isn't something you see every day."

Kakashi paused for a moment after hearing this, then walked to Obito's side and turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

In the field of vision, the once lush forest has been turned into scorched earth, and the ground is covered with black flames and debris, making the whole area look like hell.

"The power of the Mangekyou Sharingan... it can be this strong?!"

Obito keenly caught the subtle change in Kakashi's tone, scoffed, and mocked, "Don't dream about it, Kakashi!"

He turned his head to the side, glanced at Kakashi through the mask, and said calmly:

"Neither you nor I could ever reach that level."

"Unless... you're willing to give that eye back to me."

A simple sentence made Kakashi's body stiffen suddenly, and he subconsciously reached out to cover the headband that was covering his left eye.

He stared intently at his former best friend, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

Kakashi pondered for a long time, seemingly genuinely considering this possibility.

The two remained silent for several seconds before Kakashi finally took a deep breath and said with a sigh of relief, "...I can give you back your eyes, if you agree—"

"Shut up, Kakashi! You're being too long-winded."

Obito interrupted him rudely, clearly quite impatient.

Kakashi was taken aback, somewhat surprised: "Obito..."

Obito ignored him, too lazy to argue with him, and turned back to keep a close eye on the battle.

Suddenly, he called out softly, full of anticipation.

"It's time to decide the winner!"

Kakashi was also startled upon hearing this, and quickly composed himself to look down as well.

At this moment, the battle below has entered a fierce stage.

The two dark red Susanoo continued their frantic battle, each attack and defense earth-shattering.

However, careful observation reveals that the movements of one of the giants have become sluggish and stiff.

In contrast, the other Susanoo's attack remained fierce and swift, showing no signs of weakening.

The dream Itachi was inside the chest cavity of his own Susanoo, and his face was pale and weak.

He was panting heavily, the effort of forcibly maintaining Susanoo seemed to be draining him dry. His chakra and eye power were almost exhausted, and intense dizziness and fatigue were frantically attacking his mind.

Dream Weasel strained to open its eyes wide, staring intently at the enemy before it.

The figure of Itachi in reality was already somewhat blurred and doubled in his field of vision, but the attack of the opponent's Susanoo did not diminish at all.

He gritted his teeth and struggled to lift the Yata Mirror on the left arm of Susanoo, using this divine weapon known as absolute defense to barely block each of Itachi's ferocious slashes.

Even though each attack he blocked caused Dream Itachi's blood to surge, he dared not relax for a moment, because not far behind him was the person he was willing to risk his life to protect.

As Itachi glanced at Sasuke's pale face, a firm belief rose from the depths of his heart.

No matter what, we must not let Sasuke get hurt again!

As long as he has a breath left, he will definitely stand in front of his younger brother!

Just hold on a little longer... just hold on a little longer. Since the opponent is a rogue ninja, as long as I can hold on until...

In his dream, Itachi roared inwardly to bolster his courage, forcibly squeezing out the last of his chakra to maintain Susanoo.

But he himself was well aware that this was just a drop in the ocean.

The reality of Itachi's flawless attacks and his almost inexhaustible eye power had completely destroyed his last hope.

The real Itachi opposite him still had a calm and indifferent expression on his face.

Clearly, the opponent is far from reaching their limit!

"Ha ha……"

The Dream Weasel's breathing became increasingly rapid and heavy, and its vision grew increasingly blurry.

He felt as if all his strength had been drained, and his limbs felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Is this... the end of it...?

He felt bitter, both resentful and angry, yet helpless.

He originally thought he had enough power to protect Sasuke from this world, but reality proved to be so cruel.

In such a short period of time, he was driven to a dead end by "himself".

Not far away, Sasuke witnessed all of this, his heart breaking but utterly helpless.

He tried his best not to shout out loud, lest Nissan be distracted; his Sharingan spun wildly, and tears streamed down his face.

Watching his Nissan struggle against the relentless onslaught of attacks, yet being completely unable to help, this sense of powerlessness almost suffocated him.

"Nissan..."

Regret, self-blame, and inferiority—negative emotions gnawed at the boy's heart...

If only I were a little stronger!

If I could awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan like Nissan, how could I have put him in such a desperate situation!

However, there are no "what ifs" in life, and now he can only watch helplessly as his most respected and beloved brother bears everything alone.

And at this time.

Finally, the real Itachi seized an opening and slammed the Totsuka Blade into the shoulder of the dream Itachi's Susanoo.

boom! !

With a deafening roar, Dream Itachi's Susanoo, already at its limit, could no longer be maintained. Its massive body cracked inch by inch from the point of contact, like shattered glass. Then, with a bang, it shattered completely into countless crystalline red chakra fragments that dissipated into the air.

"Well!"

The dream weasel felt a tightness in its chest, as if its internal organs were churning with a sweet, metallic taste. Unable to suppress it any longer, it felt a burning sensation in its throat and coughed up a mouthful of blood!

Without the support of Susanoo, he plummeted from mid-air and crashed heavily onto the scorched ground with a thud.

Bright red blood bloomed beneath him, staining the scorched earth red.

"Nissan!"

Sasuke screamed shrilly, his legs went weak, and he stumbled and almost fell.

Witnessing Nissan vomit blood and collapse on the ground almost made him lose his mind, leaving him completely blank.

The dream weasel lay sprawled on the ground, its five senses blurring in waves, and it seemed as if thousands of bees were buzzing in its ears.