Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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Kisame chuckled self-deprecatingly.

From his perspective, whether out of personal friendship or to complete the "Eye of the Moon" project for the adults, he did not want Itachi to have any accidents at this critical juncture.

Well, to put it bluntly, Itachi and I are kindred spirits who've been slacking off and wasting our lives the whole time...

Kisame shook his head and smiled bitterly as he recalled the various missions he had carried out over the past two years.

As Kisame was reflecting on this, he suddenly felt something and abruptly sat up straight.

Suddenly, ripples appeared in the air in the center of the room, and a black circular vortex materialized out of thin air.

Kisame's expression turned serious, and he respectfully bowed his head: "My lord!"

As the vortex vanished in a flash, Obito Uchiha suddenly appeared in the room.

Wearing an orange tiger-striped mask and a jet-black robe, he surveyed the room as soon as he appeared, his gaze settling on Itachi on the bed.

With just a glance, Obito's one eye narrowed slightly: Itachi's face was ashen, his breathing was disordered, and his chest was barely rising and falling under the thin blanket—the situation was worse than he had expected!

"What's going on?" Obito didn't have time to think and stepped forward to ask in a deep voice.

The voice penetrated the mask, lowered, and sounded unusually cold and stern.

Kisame looked up, his face full of wry smiles and helplessness: "I don't know the specifics either. Itachi was perfectly fine last night. But this morning, he suddenly..."

As Kisame finished speaking, he subconsciously glanced at Itachi, only to find that Itachi was still staring blankly at the roof, motionless, not even turning his eyes, completely oblivious to their conversation.

Kisame was even more worried, but he tried his best to keep his voice steady and reported everything he knew truthfully: "He vomited blood as soon as he woke up this morning, and it was more serious than ever before! I... I don't know why he suddenly did this. He was perfectly fine the night before, he didn't fight, and no one attacked us. It can't be because he had a nightmare and was scared like this, can it?"

Kisame's last half-sentence was purely a helpless jest; he knew it sounded absurd, and regretted it as soon as it left his mouth.

However, to his surprise, Obito remained silent after hearing the previous report, but when he heard the word "nightmare," the single eye behind the hole in his mask suddenly lit up: "...Nightmare?"

Obito's voice trembled slightly, as if he had heard something extraordinary.

Kisame was stunned, wondering if he had really been right.

Just as he was about to wave his hand to explain, he saw Obito withdraw his piercing gaze and slowly turn to stare at Itachi on the bed—

To be precise, it was the empty, bewildered look in the weasel's eyes.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the pattering of raindrops hitting the eaves outside the window.

In the dim light, Kisame couldn't see Obito's expression behind his mask, but he could sense a sudden change in Obito's aura.

Dream...

During this time, Obito was also racking his brains trying to figure out how to sneak into that "dream world" again.

Kisame's comment immediately reminded Obito of that dream.

Moreover, Obito not only served as a spectator several times, but also took on the role of the main character himself.

He was very clear about the details of both dreams.

That dream he had with Kakashi when they were kids is one thing.

If it's the dream where the fourth generation didn't die.

Obito narrowed his one eye, a glint of light flashing within it: If Itachi had truly "experienced" such a dream, the impact on him would be unimaginable!

In this light, Itachi's current state of being distraught and nearly dying from vomiting blood makes perfect sense.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the jumble of thoughts in his mind, and began to appreciate the current situation: this might be a golden opportunity!

Excellent, a golden opportunity!

Itachi Uchiha was a rare talent.

His strength was unparalleled even within the Akatsuki organization, but there was one problem—he could never be completely subdued and lacked sufficient loyalty.

Obito had considered various methods, but Itachi remained steadfast and always wary of him.

But things are different now, if things really turn out as I predicted.

I might be able to use this opportunity to make him completely submit to me!

With this in mind, Obito waved to Kisame: "You go out first and stand guard outside the door. I have some questions for him to ask him alone."

Kisame nodded and replied, "Understood."

He then stood up, silently left the room, and gently closed the door, leaving only the two of them inside.

After watching Kisame leave, Obito slowly walked to the bedside and looked down at the haggard-looking Itachi Uchiha.

In the dim light, Itachi's face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and his eyes were empty and unfocused, as if he was completely immersed in his own world and did not even notice that another person had entered the room.

Obito observed intently for a moment, and seeing that Itachi had no reaction, he called out twice in a low voice: "Uchiha Itachi!"

No one answered.

The person on the bed didn't even lift their eyelids, remaining frozen there like a wooden or clay sculpture.

Obito couldn't help but frown.

He certainly didn't expect to wake Itachi up by calling out a couple of times, but the other party's distraught state was truly unexpected.

It seems the dream had a greater impact on him than he had imagined...

But Obito wasn't in a hurry.

He sneered inwardly: Kisame may not know what Itachi truly cares about, but he knows it very well.

He deliberately dragged out his words, saying slowly, "Uchiha Itachi, looking like this now... don't you plan to care about Sasuke anymore?"

The voice wasn't loud, but every word struck the weasel's ears precisely, like a sudden clap of thunder!

Itachi's mind was a jumbled mess, with various fragments of memories flashing through his head: Shisui solemnly entrusting him with the Sharingan, entrusting him with protecting the village and the future of the Uchiha clan; the loving smiles of his parents before their deaths, their willingness to kill themselves rather than turn their blades against each other; the image of his young brother kneeling in a pool of blood, crying in despair; and the grown-up Sasuke, his face twisted with hatred, his eyes straining to swing his sword at him...

These memories almost tore Itachi's mind apart!

At that moment, Obito's words were like a needle piercing Itachi's eardrum.

Uchiha Itachi, who had been as stiff as a puppet, suddenly shuddered!

His previously empty and unfocused eyes suddenly narrowed, instantly regaining a sharp, piercing light. "Sa...Suke...?"

His pupils suddenly focused, and his previously dull and lifeless eyes suddenly became extremely sharp!

With a surge of killing intent emanating from him, Itachi turned his head almost without hesitation and glared at Obito beside him. The anger and vigilance churning in his eyes made the temperature in the entire room seem to drop several degrees!

"Amaterasu!"

Itachi let out a low shout, and his Sharingan instantly transformed into a scarlet Mangekyou Sharingan, with black tomoe spinning wildly in his pupils.

Before he finished speaking, a soft "poof" sound was heard, and a cluster of pitch-black flames appeared out of thin air on Obito's body!

The black flames were silent yet relentless, spreading along his left chest in an instant and burning a hideous hole in his clothes!

All this happened in a flash!

Before Obito could even react, he felt a searing pain in his left chest, followed by black flames that devoured his flesh and blood. The pain made him shudder: "Ah!!"

A scream erupted uncontrollably from beneath the mask.

Obito was horrified.

This madman activated his Kaleidoscope and instantly unleashed Amaterasu—so decisive and ruthless!

The burning sensation in his chest instantly brought Obito back to his senses.

The Amaterasu Flame is known as the inextinguishable flame, and he knew better than anyone the terrifying power of this eye technique.

Obito forcibly suppressed the horror in his heart, and his one-eyed Mangekyou Sharingan spun rapidly. He gritted his teeth and forcibly activated Kamui, instantly transferring his body, which was affected by the black flames, into another dimension!

With a spatial distortion and fluctuation, the Amaterasu Black Flame, along with a large area of ​​burning flesh, was absorbed.

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The eerie sound abruptly stopped, and the black flames vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

On the wooden floor of the hotel room, only Obito's kneeling figure and a wisp of anxious atmosphere remained.

"Ugh...!" Obito groaned and staggered to his knees.

Although he successfully escaped danger with the help of divine power, a large chunk of his left chest was missing, as if it had been scooped out out of thin air. The remaining cuts around it were smooth and even, eerily white.

What was exposed was not bloody muscle and bones, but a pale white substance that was slowly oozing a viscous liquid, with faint steam rising from it.

Itachi couldn't help but frown slightly.

His gaze swept over the shocking hole in Obito's left chest, and his heart sank: Amaterasu, she's... gone?!

The black flames vanished without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

Itachi struggled to get up from the bed, staggered a step to steady himself, bent one knee slightly, and assumed a fighting stance.

A pair of scarlet Mangekyou Sharingan eyes looked particularly eerie in the dim light.

Itachi stared intently at Obito, his chest heaving rapidly, clearly indicating that forcibly using his eye technique had put a tremendous strain on his ailing body.

But he remained defiant, his imposing manner undiminished, his voice low, hoarse, and cold: "So you really do have some designs on Sasuke!"

He knew he was nearing the end.

Itachi clenched his fist in anger. He would take advantage of the last bit of warmth to uproot this troublemaker in front of Sasuke!

Obito was also feeling bad at that moment.

He clutched the empty space in his left chest, gasping for breath, and took several breaths of cold air before he could barely steady himself.

Although cutting off a piece of White Zetsu's tissue wouldn't be fatal to him, the pain would still be real.

He raised his head, his single eye glaring sharply at Itachi before him, and roared, barely suppressing his rage: "Uchiha Itachi! What do you want to do?!"

His voice trembled with a mixture of anger and lingering fear.

Luckily, it was the left side that was hit!

Obito was truly enraged: he had only mentioned Sasuke once, and this guy had gone straight for the kill.

His response was a suffocating silence.

Uchiha Itachi had somehow appeared and was now blocking the doorway where Kisame had just retreated, sealing off Obito's escape route.

Obito was completely bewildered by Itachi's serious expression and the surging chakra emanating from his body.

Is this madman preparing to fight to the death?