Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master!

Chapter 541 Are you underestimating the Rinnegan?

The dream has ended.

The next day, in the underground caves of the Grass Country.

Madara Uchiha slowly opened his eyes, a slight smile unconsciously curving his lips.

Although he spent most of the day doing manual labor with Hashirama in the dream, he was in a surprisingly good mood.

However, this pleasant feeling only lasted for a short while.

Madara Uchiha quickly recalled the anomaly that had occurred in his dream.

Where do those whispers that suddenly pop into my mind come from?

Just as he was deep in thought, the ground in front of him suddenly rippled like the surface of water.

Immediately afterwards, Jue's figure slowly emerged from underground.

"Madara-sama."

Black Zetsu lowered his head slightly and reported in a hoarse voice, "There are some things I need to report to you regarding Obito's recent movements."

"Obito claimed that the four tailed beasts were under his control, but the Three-Tails and Six-Tails had not yet been handed over, and the Jinchuriki of the One-Tails and Seven-Tails were still moving freely in Amegakure."

"To date, not a single tailed beast has been sealed into the Gedo Mazo."

"His actions have seriously deviated from our original plan."

plan.

Upon hearing those two words, Madara Uchiha's pupils suddenly contracted.

Project Eye of the Moon.

The Infinite Tsukuyomi was the answer he read from the stone tablet of the Uchiha clan.

Later, he became increasingly convinced that the path Hashirama had chosen could not bring true peace.

Only by letting everyone sleep in an eternal dream can this world full of hatred be completely ended.

In the past, Madara Uchiha had never doubted this judgment.

However, looking back now, those dark thoughts that gradually convinced him that Infinite Tsukuyomi was the only way out also surfaced from the depths of his mind time and time again.

What if not all those thoughts belonged to him?

What if someone used Izuna's death to subtly amplify his suspicions about Hashirama, the Senju clan, and even the entire real world?

So, should the Eye of the Moon project itself be re-examined?

Madara Uchiha's brows furrowed slightly.

If what he spent most of his life pursuing was truly tampered with from the very beginning, then what is he?

piece?

A puppet whose thoughts are manipulated by others, yet who thinks he is in control of everything?

Just thinking about this possibility made a murderous intent slowly rise in Madara Uchiha's heart.

Seeing that after listening to the report, he neither blamed Obito nor immediately ordered an intervention, but just frowned and remained silent, Black Zetsu also felt a little suspicious.

This is unlike Madara Uchiha's usual temperament.

"Madara-sama."

Black Zetsu tentatively said, "Obito is a deep and calculating guy. If we continue to let him deviate from the plan, there might be more unexpected changes."

"Should I give him a warning?"

"No need." Madara Uchiha glanced coldly at Black Zetsu.

"Ignore Obito for now."

"Since he thinks he can control the situation, let him be. I want to see what other tricks he can pull."

Upon hearing this laissez-faire decision, Black Zetsu wanted to try to persuade him again.

"Lord Madara, Obito's behavior is now completely out of control. If we don't intervene, the plan—"

"I said, let him be."

Madara Uchiha's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Didn't you hear me?"

As a tyrant who always acted arbitrarily, Madara Uchiha was never someone who was easy to talk to.

Moreover, it's not his place to point fingers at something he created himself.

Although Black Zetsu was unwilling, he could only lower his head and say no more.

"Yes, Lord Madara."

The next moment, its body slowly sank into the ground and disappeared into the darkness deep inside the cave.

Madara Uchiha sat on the stone seat, his gaze fixed on the spot where Black Zetsu had disappeared.

He also quietly noted down Black Zetsu's reaction.

He still couldn't determine where the whispers in his dreams came from, or even whether they were the result of some external force or the traces left by his own years of obsession.

However, he had already figured out how to test the waters.

Coincidentally, that brat Obito has been shirking his duties lately, deliberately delaying the Eye of the Moon project.

If there really is a hand pulling all this from the shadows, then the person who is most anxious right now is definitely not Uchiha Madara.

The longer a plan is delayed, the more variables there will be.

He just needs to wait quietly and see who will be eager to get everything back on track and what methods they will use to force Obito to continue moving forward.

If that hand hidden in the shadows truly exists, it will eventually reach out on its own.

Madara Uchiha narrowed his eyes slightly, re-examining his experiences in reality and in his dreams.

Back then, he and Hashirama joined hands to establish Konoha. Although they shared the same ideals, they gradually drifted apart due to repeated suspicions, until the conflict erupted at the Valley of the End.

In the past, he had always felt that it was the inevitable result of Izuna's death and the long-standing feud between the two clans.

Last night's dream proved that even if Izuna were still alive, that whisper would still appear.

It at least kept amplifying his anger and suspicion.

As for why it disappeared after being reincarnated, there are still many things that need to be investigated.

Madara Uchiha's hand landed on the armrest of the stone chair, his five fingers tightening little by little.

With a crack, the hard stone handrail split open on the spot, and pebbles fell from between his fingers.

"Dare to tamper with my thoughts, Uchiha Madara—"

"If I catch you, hmph."

At that moment, a series of striking sounds came from deep within the cave.

Sasuke is training next door.

Thinking of Sasuke, Madara Uchiha's cold expression softened slightly.

This orphan of the Uchiha clan is quite a promising talent.

With a resilient mind and considerable talent, if he continues to hone his skills, he may very well be able to carry on the name of the Uchiha clan in the future.

I'll go check out how that kid's training is going.

Madara Uchiha rose from his stone seat and walked slowly toward the direction from which the sound came.

After passing through a low passageway, the view suddenly opened up before us.

A training ground transformed from a natural cave appeared before him.

Sasuke was standing in the center of the field, repeatedly punching a thick wooden stake.

At the edge of the training ground, the pitch-black ninja crow that had remained in the cave stood quietly on a protruding rock.

It tilted its head slightly, its scarlet eyes watching everything in the arena.

Madara Uchiha did not conceal his presence.

He walked to the edge of the field and beckoned to Sasuke.

"Come on, let's exchange a few moves."

Upon hearing this, Sasuke stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Madara Uchiha.

Without wasting words, he stomped his foot on the ground and charged towards Uchiha Madara.

Their figures instantly intersected.

Sasuke was very fast, his punches were delivered at tricky angles, and his footwork was quite methodical.

Between punches and elbows, there were no superfluous movements, clearly showing that the hard training during this period had not been in vain.

But his opponent was Madara Uchiha.

"Too slow."

Madara Uchiha dodged the oncoming fist by sidestepping it, then raised his hand and flicked Sasuke's elbow, easily shifting his balance.

"Your eyes see, but your body can't keep up?"

Sasuke steadied himself by turning his foot and then swept out a leg.

Madara Uchiha only took half a step back, causing his kick to miss its mark.

"Is that all?"

Madara Uchiha remained disdainful, but Sasuke did not lose his composure; instead, his gaze became even more focused.

He constantly adjusted his breathing and attack rhythm.

The transitions, which were a bit awkward just now, became much smoother after just a few exchanges.

Seeing Sasuke's astonishing growth rate, Madara Uchiha's admiration for him grew stronger.

He controlled the intensity of the fight, gradually increasing the speed.

Soon, the pressure Sasuke felt suddenly increased.

"That's not enough?"

Madara Uchiha sneered and used a whip kick to break through Sasuke's defense, knocking him back three or four steps.

"Warm-up exercises complete."

Sasuke gritted his teeth and charged forward again.

Madara Uchiha turned his head away, his face full of contempt.

"It seems your determination for revenge is nothing special."

"Shut up!"

Sasuke roared, advancing instead of retreating, gathering all his strength into his right fist and slamming it fiercely towards Madara Uchiha.

The instant the punch was thrown, the three tomoe in Sasuke's eyes suddenly began to spin, instantly condensing into a kaleidoscope pattern resembling a black lotus.

A sharp pain shot through the depths of my eye socket.

The next instant, a surge of dark purple chakra erupted from his body.

Several massive ribs materialized around Sasuke's body, and then a thick skeletal arm extended from the outside of the ribs.

As Sasuke threw a punch, the giant bone fist also moved forward in sync, crashing down towards Madara Uchiha.

"Oh?"

Faced with this sudden attack, a hint of admiration finally flashed in Madara Uchiha's eyes.

However, his figure only swayed slightly before disappearing beneath the giant bone fist.

The next moment, the bone fist slammed heavily into the spot where he had just been standing, and the hard rock ground suddenly caved in.

"It's finally starting to look decent."

Madara Uchiha appeared a few steps away, looking at the thin frame with great interest.

"Susanoo."

"Although it's only the initial skeletal form, it's already quite good for your age."

Sasuke stood there, his eyes stinging.

After only a few breaths, the skeleton began to shimmer gently.

However, Sasuke was completely oblivious to his physical discomfort at that moment.

He looked at the dark purple ribs enveloping him, his excitement barely contained.

"This is—my Susanoo."

"good."

Madara Uchiha stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "To awaken Susanoo at your age is extremely rare, even in the history of the Uchiha clan."

Sasuke clenched his fist and exclaimed excitedly, "That's great!"

Upon hearing this, Madara Uchiha was somewhat unconvinced.

Ignorant brat.

Sasuke's growth rate is indeed astonishing, but with his current physique, he is still far from being able to fight Itachi.

However, he did not say these words aloud.

Madara Uchiha turned around and casually ordered, "Maintain this state and hold on a little longer."

"The Susanoo places a tremendous burden on the body. Your primary task now is to help this body adapt to its power as quickly as possible."

"I see."

Sasuke nodded vigorously.

He focused all his attention on his external skeletal frame, striving to maintain the form of Susanoo.

Madara Uchiha was fairly satisfied with his condition and didn't say anything more.

He raised his hand and waved towards the edge of the training field.

The ninja crow on the rock glanced at Sasuke, who was struggling to maintain his Susanoo, then flapped its wings and landed steadily on Madara Uchiha's shoulder.

Madara Uchiha turned his head and instructed, "Keep a close eye on that brat Obito these days."

The raven's crimson eyes flickered slightly, as if waiting for his next words.

"Pay attention to who has recently been in contact with him and what they have said to him."

"If there are any abnormalities, tell me immediately."

The ninja crow let out a low cry and nodded its head slightly.

On the other side, in the Village of Sound.

Inside Orochimaru's underground base.

In the center of the training ground, Kabuto Yakushi clasped his hands together, and his chakra surged rapidly within him.

"Wood Release: Wood Splintering Technique!"

With a low shout, several wooden spikes shot out from his arm, instantly piercing through several dummies in the distance of the training field.

The wooden splinter was embedded in the rock wall behind the dummy, and its tail was still trembling.

Dou looked down at his arm, unable to suppress the astonishment on his face.

"That's incredible."

"Lord Orochimaru, you have actually recreated the Wood Release transplantation technique from the dream in reality."

Orochimaru, standing to the side, did not show much smugness.

After returning to the Hidden Sound Village, he followed the compatibility testing, staged transplantation, and rejection control methods recorded in the Dream Experiment Log—

After several adjustments to the experimental plan, Dou finally became the first experimental subject to achieve stable success.

However, in his view, this is far from being an achievement worth boasting about.

"There's nothing to be proud of."

Orochimaru looked at the wooden spikes that had pierced the mannequins, and a hint of resentment crept into his eyes.

"In the end, it was thanks to the experimental records in my dream that I was able to break through the bottleneck of Wood Release transplantation."

He personally conducted several experiments and read many detailed logs.

If he can't even imitate what he's learned, then all his research over the years has truly become a joke.

"In any case, this is an achievement that is enough to change the landscape of the ninja world."

"Lord Orochimaru, what do you intend to do with it?"

"We still have the medicine developed by White Zetsu. If we continue to improve this transplantation technology, we may be able to create a ninja force that masters Wood Release."

"By then, even the Five Great Ninja Villages—"

Orochimaru raised a hand, interrupting Kabuto's reverie.

"I plan to use some of the results of the stabilization transplant as leverage to exchange for Kidomaru and the other three."

Dou froze on the spot, momentarily wondering if he had misheard.

"You mean, we'll use this method, which can reliably reproduce Wood Release, to trade with Konoha?"

He knew that Lord Orochimaru had indeed shown a completely different attitude than before when he was in Ryuchi Cave some time ago.

At that time, Lord Orochimaru himself said that he would find an opportunity to bring Kidomaru and the others back.

Kabuto originally thought that it was just a remark used to appease Kimimaro.

Unexpectedly, Orochimaru was serious.

Orochimaru chuckled softly.

"As long as we can turn the accidental events involving Tenzo into a technology that can be reliably reproduced, Konoha is naturally willing to have a proper discussion."

Despite saying that, Dou still voiced his concerns.

"Wouldn't it be too wasteful to exchange such precious results for Kidomaru and the others?"

"After all, in Konoha's eyes, this is probably more valuable than many forbidden techniques."

"What we can get in exchange is far more than just four prisoners."

Orochimaru shook his head and said disdainfully, "The reputation of Wood Release is indeed great, but it's not as amazing as people imagine."

"Now that you've mastered Wood Release, let me ask you, at the level you're currently able to utilize it, is it really as powerful as the legends say?"

Dou was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

He recalled the feeling when he had just used the Thrusting Technique and quickly understood Orochimaru's meaning.

"At least with the power I can unleash right now, it's far less exaggerated than the legends say."

"That's right, Wood Release itself is an extremely rare bloodline limit."

"It is revered as a legend because the person who used it was named Hashirama Senju."

"If someone else were to use it, it would be far from invincible."

Dou did not refute further.

Just as the two were talking, the air in the center of the training field suddenly began to distort.

A vortex appeared out of thin air, and Obito stepped out from it.

Orochimaru frowned as he looked at the unexpected guest. His mood instantly turned from sunny to cloudy, and he felt a storm could break out at any moment.

Why do you always show up uninvited?

Obito, on the other hand, acted as if it were perfectly normal and casually shrugged.

"That's very convenient."

"Besides, Orochimaru, do we still need to concern ourselves with such formalities?"

Orochimaru was too lazy to argue with him anymore.

He raised his hand and sent a streak of silver light flying toward Obito.

Obito instinctively reached out and caught it.

Looking down, I saw a glass reagent bottle about the thickness of a finger lying in my palm.

The liquid in the bottle was light green and had a faint fluorescent glow under the light.

Obito paused for a moment, then looked up at Orochimaru.

"What does this mean?"

He did come here today to negotiate with Orochimaru.

Before he could even utter a word, the other person threw the item at him.

When did Orochimaru become so easy to talk to?

"What is this?"

Obito held the reagent bottle up to his eyes, very wary.

Orochimaru looked at his wary expression and suddenly smiled with amusement.

"Didn't you come here for Nagato's body?"

"Giving this medicine to Nagato will at least repair the damage caused by the long-term overuse of the Rinnegan, and stabilize his body first."

"What, if you don't want it, you can give it back to me."

Obito: ? ? ?

How did Orochimaru know his purpose?

"You knew I was coming?"

Obito's earlier ease was gone.

Orochimaru smiled noncommittally.

He had already guessed Nagato's purpose when he saw Nagato's physical condition from the audience.

This round of drug improvements was originally designed to address Nagato's symptoms.

Obito's delay in arriving until today shows he's been more patient than expected.

Obito put the reagent bottle into his pocket, and when he spoke again, his voice had returned to its usual calm.

"What are the conditions?"

"You'd be that kind?"

Upon hearing this, Orochimaru revealed a meaningful smile.

"This medicine can repair existing damage, but it can't stop the Rinnegan from continuing to exploit his body."

"The power of the Rinnegan—"

"Hehehe."

"Trying to solve everything once and for all with just one vial of medicine?"

"Aren't you all underestimating the Rinnegan?"