Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master!

Chapter 547 The Ninja World Chess Game: Who Holds the Black and White?

The dream has ended.

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

Madara Uchiha suddenly opened his eyes and remained motionless for a long time.

The intense pain from the chakra tremors in the dream seemed to still linger deep in my mind.

My scalp tingled, and even the dimly lit cave in front of me briefly appeared double.

However, he succeeded.

Before the dream ended, he not only confirmed that the whispers originated from some external object, but also personally forced out the thing that was causing trouble deep in his consciousness.

Unfortunately, Hashirama arrived too quickly.

The wooden puppet blocked Susanoo's attack, and the dark figure took advantage of the chaotic chakra fluctuations to escape without a trace.

He was just a hair's breadth away from completely eliminating that rat hiding in the shadows.

Madara Uchiha closed his eyes, recalling the moment the dark shadow swept past the window.

His vision was obscured by blood; he could only see a blurry crimson and couldn't make out the other person's appearance.

However, the thing was completely black, not very big, and extremely agile when it moved.

The chakra aura was almost identical to his.

When hidden inside his body, it can even blend in with his Yin Release chakra without revealing the slightest flaw.

No wonder it cannot be detected by conventional sensing methods.

Madara Uchiha leaned back on the cold stone chair, reflecting on his experiences in reality and in his dream.

Although life in dreams is different from reality, he can find corresponding examples of similar sentiments in reality.

If this is not a coincidence, it means that he himself has suffered the same effects in real life.

He believed his sensory abilities were among the best in the ninja world.

That thing, however, could evade his eyes and subtly influence his judgment through his suspicion and anger.

If it weren't for the dream that made him realize something was wrong, he probably would still be counting money for the mastermind behind the scenes until the plan was completed.

What kind of being could do this?

As Madara Uchiha was still pondering, footsteps gradually approached the door.

The person who arrived was Sasuke.

Madara Uchiha concealed his thoughtful expression and resumed his usual aloof demeanor. Only when Sasuke reached the stone bench did he speak, asking, "What brings you here so early?"

Sasuke stood below the stone chair, looked up and sized up Madara Uchiha before speaking in a stiff voice.

"I saw it in my dream yesterday too."

"I see your complete Susanoo. How can I obtain a Susanoo as powerful as yours?"

Madara Uchiha was slightly surprised. He scrutinized him for a moment, then quickly said with disdain, "You think it's just a difference in eye power?"

"Susanoo does indeed grow with the power of the eye, but the difference between you and me lies in our capacity."

"Hatred can force out one's eye power, but it cannot support one's capacity for greatness."

"If your eyes can only see the first layer, you will never reach my level in this lifetime."

Sasuke pursed his lips tightly, his face clearly showing his dissatisfaction.

If someone else had used such a condescending tone to criticize him, he would have already coldly retorted.

However, the scenes from last night remain vividly in my memory.

To be stubborn in the face of an absolute power disparity will only make you look like a clown.

After a brief silence, Sasuke abruptly changed the subject.

"In your dream last night, were you chasing something?"

Madara Uchiha was slightly taken aback.

This kid's observation skills are actually sharper than he expected.

Since everyone in the audience had seen what happened, there was no need for him to deliberately hide it.

"He is indeed an enemy, but he's just a rat that only dares to hide in the shadows and do things behind the scenes. He's not worth worrying about."

Sasuke's expression turned somewhat strange after hearing this.

Madara Uchiha's face was covered in blood last night. He managed to push Old Man Deng to this extent and escape from the blade of the Perfect Susanoo. Is this really nothing to worry about?

An old man who's obsessed with saving face.

Of course, Sasuke wouldn't be foolish enough to say it to their face.

He simply stared at Madara Uchiha and asked again, confirming, "So, that thing is your enemy, right?"

Madara Uchiha nodded casually and said, "You could say that, but not really."

Sasuke, however, sensed murderous intent in those seemingly casual words.

He went straight to the point: "I've seen that thing."

Upon hearing this, Madara Uchiha's eyes sharpened instantly.

"You've seen it before?"

Sasuke nodded.

"That guy who's half black and half white."

Absolutely amazing?! Absolutely amazing again?

Madara Uchiha paused slightly, then countered, "Zetsu usually operates under the guise of White Zetsu, but what escaped in the dream was just a dark shadow. What makes you so sure it was it?"

"Because once, in the audience, Black Zetsu turned into a black shadow and crawled into my sleeve."

Sasuke said with certainty, "That slimy feeling, and its sound, I can't be mistaken. The thing that escaped from you last night, though I couldn't see its shape, moved in the same way as it."

Madara Uchiha's pupils suddenly dilated.

His vision was impaired last night, so he didn't immediately connect the two.

Now that Sasuke has pointed it out to me, that dark shadow does indeed resemble the original form of Black Zetsu.

Considering that Black Zetsu had previously disobeyed his orders, gone to Amegakure without permission to urge Obito, and even dared to use his name to issue false orders—

All the clues point to the same answer.

The problem is likely to always be with Black Zetsu.

More importantly, the whispers in the dream had already appeared when Konoha was first established, and according to his memory, Black Zetsu was clearly "created" by him after the Battle of Kannabi Bridge.

If the two are indeed the same thing, it means that Black Zetsu existed long before the so-called creation.

The servant who claimed to be his own will had been deceiving him from the very beginning.

Madara Uchiha was silent for a moment, then waved his hand at Sasuke and said, "I understand, you may leave."

Sasuke nodded and turned to walk out of the cave.

Having witnessed the power of the complete Susanoo to split mountains and shatter peaks, he now has plenty of motivation to train and only wants to return to the training ground immediately to continue honing his Mangekyou Sharingan's power.

Madara Uchiha stared at Sasuke's receding figure and suddenly called out to him.

"etc."

Sasuke stopped in his tracks, but hadn't turned around yet.

"If what you just said is true, then I owe you a favor." Although Madara Uchiha still spoke with an air of superiority, he appeared very serious.

Sasuke was silent for a moment before tilting his head slightly and saying, "No need, just consider it a reward for your teaching me how to train."

After saying that, he continued walking forward, and his footsteps quickly disappeared into the depths of the cave.

The cave fell silent again.

The air around him seemed to drop in temperature along with his facial expression.

If Black Zetsu has problems, and if he in reality has always been guided by some kind of force, then the Eye of the Moon plan, which he has been planning for most of his life, is probably not as pure as he thought.

How much of those whispers, those gradually amplified obsessions, and those choices that seemed obvious at the time actually came from him, and how much was the result of deliberate guidance?

-

He always believed that he was the one making the moves, while Obito, Nagato, and even the entire ninja world were just pieces waiting to be placed on the chessboard.

In the end, he might also be standing on the chessboard.

Even the Eye of the Moon project could be an elaborate scam.

With a bang, the armrest on one side of the stone chair suddenly broke off.

How dare you fool him!

Amidst his anger, another question once again surfaced in Madara Uchiha's mind.

Is Project Eye of the Moon really the right thing to do?

This question had arisen a few days earlier, but at that time he had not yet found any substantial evidence.

Now, he can no longer take the Infinite Tsukuyomi for granted as he used to.

Is letting everyone slumber in an eternal dream, exchanging false happiness for an everlasting peace, really the result he wanted?

What complicated Madara Uchiha's feelings even more was that he began to feel that the dream he kept entering might be better than the world promised by the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

The timing of my entry into dreams is always inexplicable, which is really annoying.

But in that world, Izuna was still alive and kicking, and the Konoha he built alongside Hashirama did not fall apart. Even the Uchiha clan was thriving under his leadership.

In contrast, the real-life ninja world, filled with betrayal and conspiracy, is more like a nightmare from which one can never wake up.

Madara Uchiha let out a long breath—now is not the time to ponder whether the Infinite Tsukuyomi is correct.

The most urgent task is to root out the cancer.

"Someone come here."

At his command, ripples quickly spread across the soil beneath the stone chair, and a White Zetsu emerged from the ground, looking up and asking, "Lord Madara, what are your orders?"

Madara Uchiha looked down at it and calmly said, "Notify Black Zetsu to come to me immediately."

"Yes, ma'am."

Bai Jue didn't ask any more questions. His body sank back into the ground and soon disappeared.

Madara Uchiha placed his hands folded in front of him, his expression returning to its usual indifference.

He wanted to see just how far Black Zetsu could go with this act.

However, since the matter has already involved the Eye of the Moon Project, Obito should have been informed in advance.

Until the truth is revealed, the collection of tailed beasts and the Infinite Tsukuyomi must be temporarily halted.

However, White Zetsu and Black Zetsu have a close relationship, so sending White Zetsu to Amegakure to deliver a message at this time would be tantamount to leaking information.

Madara Uchiha pondered for a moment, his gaze falling on the cave exit, and he quickly made up his mind.

On the other side, in Amegakure.

Rainwater, long streets, pipes —

Obito and Deidara walked side by side on the street.

The latter's face was full of impatience.

"Deidara-senpai," Obito said in a "coquettish" tone, "It's just a trip to Iwagakure, it's just bringing back a Jinchuriki, isn't that a piece of cake for you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Deidara's face darkened even more.

"Hey, Fei, aren't you annoying? Why do you always have to call me to do these thankless tasks?"

"I just finished the One-Tailed Beast mission not long ago. As for the remaining tailed beasts, let whoever wants to capture them do so; I'm not going to go, hmm!"

Looking at Deidara's spoiled attitude, Obito sighed.

Although old men like Sasori and Kakuzu, who have lived for decades, are difficult to deal with, there is always room for negotiation as long as the benefits offered are sufficient.

Deidara was not even nineteen years old yet, and was at the age of rebellion.

When faced with something you don't want to do, neither threats nor bribes are likely to work.

The thought of Nagato and Konan silently dumping this hot potato on him made Obito furious.

Or maybe we should just give up and do nothing.

In any case, four tailed beasts are already under their control, so it doesn't seem to make much difference whether they are captured a few days earlier or a few days later.

Madara Uchiha didn't personally go to Amegakure, and no matter how much Black Zetsu urged him, he could only mutter to himself from the sidelines.

As Obito was pondering what excuse to use to continue delaying this task, a figure suddenly emerged from the alley ahead.

He wore a black robe with red cloud patterns, had a pale face, and eyes as still as a deep well.

Uchiha Itachi.

Obito's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped in his tracks.

Deidara also saw the newcomer, his face immediately darkening to the extreme, and he let out a soft snort.

"What a bad day! It's one thing for Ah Fei to keep nagging on the side, but to make matters worse, I had to run into you."

He didn't even bother to say hello, tossed his head, turned to another street, and quickly disappeared into the rain.

Obito casually waved to Itachi and said innocently, "Yo, Itachi-senpai, good morning!"

After saying that, he didn't wait for the other party's response and turned around to chase after Deidara.

Once Deidara's footsteps had completely disappeared, Itachi instantly appeared in front of Obito, who had just taken a step.

A flicker of wariness crossed Obito's one eye, but he remained calm and said, "Eh? Does Itachi-senpai need something from Tobi?"

Time passed, and night once again enveloped the ninja world.

When Madara Uchiha opened his eyes again, his head was still throbbing.

-

He turned his head slightly and soon met two tired faces.

He returned to that dream.

"Nisan! You're awake?"

Uchiha Izuna sprang up from his chair and rushed to the bedside.

His eyes were bloodshot, and there were obvious dark circles under his eyes, indicating that he hadn't had a good night's rest.

"Ban, you're finally awake."

Hashirama Senju immediately came over as well.

He was still wearing the same dusty robe he wore yesterday, indicating that he had been guarding this place for a long time as well.

Madara Uchiha looked at the two faces in front of him, which were filled with concern, and was momentarily dazed.

Is Infinite Tsukuyomi really better than this dream?

At least for this moment, it is more real than the eternal dream promised on the stone tablet.

While he was still lost in thought, Hashirama had already shaken off his relaxed expression and asked seriously, "Madara, what happened to you yesterday? Why were you suddenly injured like that, and why did you use Susanoo in the center of the village?"

Uchiha Izuna also spoke up, his voice a mixture of lingering fear and confusion.

"Yes, Nii-san, the Hokage Building and several streets nearby are completely destroyed."

"Fortunately, Hashirama blocked the sword in time, and Tobirama immediately led people to evacuate the nearby residents, so no one was killed."

Hashirama Senju sighed heavily and asked, "What exactly happened?"

After listening, Madara Uchiha looked at the two people in front of him and said, "I'm sorry."

The ward suddenly fell silent.

Izuna blinked as if he hadn't heard clearly, and Hashirama stared blankly at Uchiha Madara, momentarily forgetting what he was going to ask next.

Madara actually apologized?

"I was too impulsive yesterday."

"Also, that sentence I said in the office wasn't directed at you. At the time, I was influenced by some things and my judgment was clouded."

Izuna opened his mouth, speechless with astonishment.

Madara Uchiha then looked at Hashirama.

"I'm sorry for making you worry and for almost causing trouble for the village, Hashirama."

Hashirama Senju's lips moved, as if he had a lot to say, but for a moment he didn't know where to begin.

Finally, he raised his hand, intending to slap Madara Uchiha hard on the shoulder, but seeing the medicine and bandages that had not yet been removed, he forcibly reduced his strength.

"Hmph, once you're healed, you'll have to treat me to a good meal. As for the Hokage Building you destroyed, don't expect me to clean it all up."

In the end, he couldn't help but laugh and say, "But it's good that you're alright."

Izuna, standing on the other side, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at all this, Madara Uchiha's thoughts were clearer than ever before.

He must protect all of this.

We absolutely cannot let anyone take Izuna, Hashirama, and the Konoha they built with their own hands away from us again!