Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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Suddenly, a loud, angry shout echoed through the woods—

"Spiral Flash Super Wheel Dance Roar Three Styles!!"

A golden light suddenly burst forth from the forest, like a sudden flash of lightning, blasting the Iwa ninja in the crowd into disarray!

"what--!!"

A scream accompanied by a burst of golden light sent the two leading Iwa ninja flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground and falling lifeless.

Golden light flashed everywhere, and before the Iwa ninja present could even see what was happening, they were blasted away one after another with screams!

Obito and the others only saw a dazzling golden light before their eyes, and the strong wind made it almost impossible for them to open their eyes.

When the blinding light faded, they looked closely and saw that Minato Namikaze had returned to them at some point.

He knelt on one knee, his right palm pressed against the ground, his short blond hair fluttering slightly in the air.

The group of Iwa ninja who had been so aggressive just moments before were now lying scattered all around, some dead and others struggling to get up, but terrified, they staggered backward.

"Yellow, yellow flashes?!" Finally, someone uttered the words, their voice trembling with deep fear.

The remaining Iwa ninja all changed their expressions drastically when they saw that their rescuer was none other than the famous "Yellow Flash of Konoha," Minato Namikaze.

They exchanged a glance, their faces filled with utter horror.

The next second, these defeated soldiers dared not linger in the fight any longer and stumbled and fled.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten Iwagakure ninjas vanished from the forest as if they had turned to ashes.

Seeing the enemy completely routed, Kakashi and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Rin, supporting Obito, let out a long sigh of relief, feeling her legs go weak.

"Good job, guys." Minato turned around, smiling as he looked around at everyone, his eyes full of approval and concern. "Is anyone hurt?"

"It's a minor issue, nothing to worry about!" Yahiko laughed heartily and waved his hand dismissively. "Thanks to your timely arrival, senior, we're perfectly fine!"

Obito stared blankly at Minato Namikaze's figure and muttered: "At least it came just in time."

Seeing that the students were all safe and sound, Minato Namikaze nodded in relief.

At this moment, Rin had already helped Obito to his feet.

She bowed deeply to Yahiko and Nagato, who had just helped her, and said solemnly, "Thank you so much! Otherwise, Obito might have..."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it!" Yahiko quickly waved his hand, revealing a sunny and cheerful smile. "Well, we're comrades now, aren't we?"

As he spoke, he casually reached out and punched Obito on the shoulder, teasingly saying, "Obito, you're something else! That fire jutsu you just used really opened my eyes!"

Obito stumbled from the punch, but nodded with a wry smile: "Ah... okay, no problem."

Yahiko, without any hesitation, put his arm around Obito's shoulder and continued to praise him: "Don't let Obito's usual carefree attitude fool you, he's actually quite capable when it matters!"

Chapter 215 Investigating Uchiha Madara by Finding Danzo

As the screen slowly dimmed, the dream ended.

In the audience, the pitch-black theater gradually collapsed and blurred, and three blurry figures vanished in an instant.

The next instant, the scene before their eyes blurred, and they were all jolted awake from their dreams, returning to the real world.

At the same time, in a secret room far away in Amegakure, Obito Uchiha suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

He paused for a moment, then slammed his fist hard on the bed beneath him, making a dull thud.

"hateful!"

Obito gritted his teeth and growled, his face terribly gloomy.

The scenes from his dream kept replaying in his mind, making his chest feel tight and painful.

That was clearly a golden opportunity...

But he couldn't do anything at all!

Not only did he fail to have a proper conversation with Lin and fail to demonstrate his true abilities, he almost lost face in front of her!

Thinking of this, Obito's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Just as Obito was filled with resentment, there were a few knocks on the door.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

Obito, annoyed, snapped at the doorway, "Come in!"

The door was pushed open a crack from the outside, and a dark figure silently slipped in.

In the dim light, only half of the newcomer's body was visible, as black as ink; it was none other than Black Jutsu.

Black Zetsu glanced at Obito's ashen face, hesitated for a moment, and cautiously asked, "Obito, you... you're awake? Um, didn't we agree yesterday to discuss Itachi's trip to Konoha this morning?"

"Discuss what?!" Obito interrupted him with a sullen face, his tone full of annoyance. "Don't bother me so early in the morning! I don't have time for such trivial matters right now. Go look it up yourself!"

He flung his hand away, stood up from the bedside, and didn't bother to look at Black Jue again.

Black Zetsu wanted to say something more, but Obito didn't give him the chance at all.

The next second, Obito's single eye suddenly glared, and his right Mangekyou Sharingan began to spin rapidly!

A vortex suddenly swirled and twisted in the air, then spread out in an instant, sweeping Obito's figure away and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The room fell silent again, with only Black Zetsu standing alone at the door.

He stared at the spot where Obito had been standing, remaining motionless for a long time.

After a long while, Black Zetsu sighed helplessly, his heart filled with indescribable frustration.

He had almost gotten used to Obito's unpredictable temper lately, but today's scene still left him speechless.

"Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Madara..."

Black Zetsu muttered under his breath, his heart filled with dissatisfaction and worry for Obito, "What kind of person did you pick?! With Obito in his current mental state, is he even capable? Sigh—"

He shook his head, his expression indistinct in the shadows.

Black Zetsu couldn't help but begin to doubt whether the Infinite Tsukuyomi plan, now in Obito's hands, could still be successfully implemented...

……

Konoha Village, the former site of the Uchiha clan.

A bleak, cold wind swept by, and weeds grew rampant among the ruins, presenting a desolate scene.

In the center of the Uchiha clan's territory stood a two-story wooden building.

At this moment, the building was already dilapidated, with the door half open and the round fan emblem painted on the lintel faded and mottled, making it almost impossible to see the original red and white color scheme.

Inside the dilapidated and dimly lit police department, in an archive room that had been sealed off for many years, there was dust and cobwebs everywhere.

Jiraiya and Kakashi Hatake walked side by side into the old Uchiha Police Department building.

At the end of the corridor were two rooms with their doors wide open.

Jiraiya went left and Kakashi went right, each entering a room to search.

The room Kakashi entered appeared to have been an office. The wooden sign that used to hang on the door had fallen to the ground, with one corner buried under the thick layer of dust, making the words illegible.

Upon entering the room, a musty smell that had been there for many years hit you.

The room was dimly lit, and the wooden floor was littered with broken tiles and scraps of paper, indicating that no one had set foot here for a long time.

Kakashi's heart skipped a beat, and he began to carefully scan the room that resembled an armory.

The room was cluttered, with empty weapon racks lying on the floor and the walls covered with crisscrossing cracks.

Kakashi's fingers lightly brushed across the wall, and suddenly touched several dents.

The dents were all the same size, showing the marks left by the embedded shuriken. There were so many of them, they covered the wall surface in a dense pattern.

Moreover, on the other side of the wall, he also found several charred black spots that had been scorched by high temperatures, which were presumably traces left by fire-style techniques.

Upon seeing these unusual marks, Kakashi couldn't help but frown.

He stood up, his expression becoming somewhat serious.

Just then, footsteps came from the next room.

Jiraiya emerged from the house across the street, dusted off his hands, and muttered under his breath, "This place is truly desolate..."

Kakashi straightened up upon hearing the sound, exchanged a glance with Jiraiya, and both of them showed a look of solemnity and doubt.

Jiraiya abandoned his usual playful expression and nodded solemnly: "You noticed too?"

Kakashi nodded silently without saying a word.

Their gazes slowly swept over the dilapidated scene inside the room, finally settling on the crisscrossing battle marks on the walls.

After a moment, Kakashi spoke first: "Itachi Uchiha was the only one who carried out the massacre of the Uchiha clan. He single-handedly dealt with the entire Uchiha clan."

His gaze slowly swept over his surroundings, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "But now it seems..."

“Now it seems that the situation back then was not so simple.” Jiraiya picked up the conversation and said in a deep voice, “The traces of battle left here clearly show two completely different styles.”

“That’s right. The traces are very well preserved, with almost no signs of fighting—it must be the work of Itachi Uchiha. He was skilled in Body Flicker and Genjutsu, and could defeat his opponents silently, so naturally he wouldn’t have damaged the environment too much.”

"And another kind."

Kakashi walked to another wall inside the room, which was covered with dense holes from shuriken and large areas of charred burn marks.

"However, the other type of trace is quite strange..."

He reached out and pressed his hand against a black scorch mark on the wall, where his fingertips touched the wall and caused a slight indentation.

"The marks of these shuriken covered the entire wall, and with the large areas of fire-style burn marks, based on the distribution, the attack range almost covered the entire room."

Upon hearing this, Jiraiya stepped forward and carefully examined the marks on the wall, then slowly said, "Faced with such a dense attack, there wasn't a single gap left in the wall for defense or parrying. It's as if—"

"It's as if all these attacks missed their mark," Kakashi continued, his eyes flashing slightly. "Or rather... it's as if these attacks pierced right through our eyes..."

Kakashi suddenly fell silent, his lips pressed together, his expression growing increasingly serious.

As he uttered his deduction, the image of a certain person involuntarily surfaced deep within his mind—

Obito!

He remembered that the other party possessed a strange ability to make their body ethereal in order to avoid all attacks!