Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master!

Chapter 234 "Resurrection" - The Audience of Madara Uchiha

Chapter 234 "Resurrection" - The Audience of Madara Uchiha

The dream soon came to an end.

Shi Yu quietly appeared in the corner behind the scenes, waiting silently.

However, to his slight disappointment, the special grand prize he had been expecting still did not appear.

"Tsk, missed again—"

Sure enough, the odds of winning this big prize are really low.

However, while shaking his head in dismay, Shigure also noticed another problem.

He recalled the reactions and attitudes of the audience members in the stands tonight, and thought that it was probably still a long shot to "vote out" a character like Uchiha Madara through them.

It would be hilarious if the vote resulted in Onoki being chosen!

Thinking of this, Shi Yu couldn't help but sigh softly, rubbing her forehead. It seemed she'd have to be more careful about selecting moviegoers in the future...

Early the next morning, deep inside the dungeon of Konoha Village.

The faint morning light streamed into the narrow cell through the high window.

On the cold, hard bed, Shimura Danzo suddenly opened his one eye.

He didn't get up immediately, but lay straight back, his empty eyes fixed on the water-stained ceiling above him, remaining motionless for a long time.

Danzo's thoughts seemed to still be lingering in last night's dream.

Madara Uchiha was deeply imprinted in Danzo's mind, making it difficult for him to let go.

"Konoha where Uchiha Madara became Hokage—"

Danzo murmured to himself, his withered face shifting between light and shadow in the dim light.

That was exactly the Konoha he had always dreamed of.

Tough and unshakeable!

He had fantasized countless times about how he would make a name for himself after becoming Hokage, and the Uchiha Madara in his dreams did exactly the same thing he had imagined.

No.-..

It could even be said that Madara Uchiha was far more outstanding than he imagined himself to be!

Thinking of this, Danzo suddenly had an extremely audacious idea.

Did Konoha choose the wrong person for Hokage?

Could it be that Konoha would become stronger if it were led by the Uchiha?

Could Tobirama-sensei have also misjudged the situation?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Danzo snapped back to reality, his pupils contracting sharply.

"You bastard! What are you thinking?!"

Danzo let out a muffled shout, suddenly sat up, and slapped himself hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed loudly in the silent cell, the sound lingering for a long time.

A burning, stinging pain quickly spread along Danzo's cheek, turning half of his old face red and numb.

Wake up, Danzo Shimura!

You are not that hypocritical and cowardly Hiruzen Sarutobi, you must never betray the teachings of Tobirama Senju!

"Hmph! Danzo, what's gotten into you this time?"

A slightly hoarse, cold snort suddenly came from outside the cell door.

Danzo blushed upon hearing this.

He abruptly turned his head and looked towards the prison door, only to see a familiar figure standing outside the iron bars, staring at him with great interest.

Hiruzen Sarutobi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing intently at Danzo through the cold iron bars with a deep and complex expression.

In that gaze, weariness, confusion, and resentment at the disappointment of others were intertwined.

In an instant, Danzo, who had just been reflecting on his actions, regained his composure and transformed back into the cold and aloof prisoner.

He narrowed his one eye and glared back fiercely.

"Monkey, are you bored out of your mind so early in the morning?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi shook his head slightly, seemingly not taking Danzo's hostility seriously.

He stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Danzo, can you stop this nonsense? Every time you enter a dream, you fixate on that ten-year-old child. Don't you feel ashamed? Have you no shame?!"

Danzo, far from showing any remorse, laughed instead, displaying an air of utter indifference, and shrugged, saying with a forced smile, "Why should I be ashamed? It's your right to hit me; it would be a disgrace not to. I'll hit you again next time I'm in! Let him hit me back if he dares!"

"You one!"

Hiruzen Sarutobi was speechless with anger. He stretched out his hand and pointed tremblingly at Danzo, momentarily speechless.

Meanwhile, in Otogakure, deep within Orochimaru's underground base.

Kabuto the Pharmacist stood beside the operating table, skillfully operating various medical instruments to perform a routine examination on the young man lying on the bed.

Kimimaro lay quietly on the bed, his naked upper body covered with a thin white blanket, his chest rising and falling slightly, looking extremely weak.

A talisman covered with incantations was pasted on his handsome, pale face, obscuring his eyes and making his expression impossible to see.

After a series of checks, the data on the monitoring instruments gradually stabilized.

After recording the last indicator, the pharmacist turned off the scanning device.

The mechanical operation gradually stopped, and the laboratory returned to silence.

"The condition is very good, and all the values ​​are stable." Kabuto pushed up his round-framed glasses and calmly turned to the side.

"Thank you for your help again, Mr. Kabuto," Kimimaro said in gratitude.

Kabuto smiled slightly and waved his hand, saying, "No need to be so polite, it's my duty."

After speaking, he switched the monitor back to standby mode, seemingly preparing to end the inspection.

However, after doing all this, Kabuto Yakushi did not leave the laboratory as usual.

He stood silently in place, his gaze fixed on Kimimaro, his expression somewhat dazed, as if his gaze pierced through the other's body and looked towards some uncertain distance.

In the dim light, only the faint blue glow of the monitoring screen illuminated Kabuto Yakushi's profile.

He remained motionless, and the atmosphere around him gradually became eerie.

In the stillness, only the sound of the medicine slowly dripping down the tube could be heard, which was particularly clear in the silence.

The prolonged silence made Kimimaro realize that something was amiss.

Although his eyes were covered by the talisman and he could not see, his other senses remained sharp. He clearly sensed that Yakushi Kabuto had not left, and there was an indescribable sense of oppression and hesitation in the air.

"Mr. Kabuto?" Kimimaro spoke softly, his voice hoarse and weak. "Are you—is something bothering you?"

Kabuto suddenly snapped back to his senses, seemingly not expecting Kimimaro to notice his lapse in composure.

His body stiffened slightly, and his hand holding the medical record board froze in mid-air.

"Ah, it's nothing." Kabuto hurriedly pushed up his glasses, forcing a smile. "Just rest and recover, don't worry about it..."

Even so, his expression remained solemn, and his eyes flickered uncertainly, clearly indicating that he still had lingering doubts.

Kimimaro remained silent, simply waiting quietly.

The atmosphere inside the room fell into a somber mood once again.

After a moment, Kabuto Yakushi seemed to have made up his mind, took a light breath, and then pulled up a chair and sat down next to Kimimaro's bed.

"Kimimaro—" He hesitated for a long time before finally speaking in a low voice, his tone carrying an inexplicable heaviness, "I have a question—I want to ask you. Don't be nervous, this is just a hypothetical question."

Kimimaro listened quietly, and though he didn't understand, he weakly replied, "Please speak."

Kabuto lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on his slightly trembling hands.

"If—I mean if—one day Orochimaru-sama abandons us and leaves on his own—"

He paused here, as if even such a hypothesis was difficult for him.

"What will you do then?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze, with only the slight swaying of the instrument needle remaining.

Kimimaro was taken aback at first, then his expression changed drastically: "How could Lord Orochimaru abandon us! This is absolutely impossible!"

In his excitement, he abruptly propped himself up, as if trying to sit up directly from the bed: "Lord Orochimaru would never cough..."

Cough cough—

The violent movement affected his internal organs, and before Kimimaro could fully stand up, he couldn't help but lower his head and cough.

"Don't move!" Kabuto Yakushi exclaimed in alarm, quickly getting up and pressing Kimimaro's shoulders down, forcibly pushing him back onto the bed. "Calm down! I was just using an analogy—don't get agitated!"

Kimimaro fell silent upon hearing this.

In the quiet laboratory, time seemed to stand still. He didn't answer immediately, but lay there silently, as if seriously considering this almost absurd question.

Yakushi Kabuto gazed at the thin, determined figure on the hospital bed, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

In fact, ever since Orochimaru suddenly left yesterday, this thought had been lingering in his mind.

However, even now, Kabuto Yakushi still cannot give himself a clear answer.

He secretly hoped that the person in front of him, who had completely dedicated his life to Orochimaru, would say something that would put him at ease.

After a long silence, Kimimaro finally spoke, breaking the stillness.

He slowly exhaled, his expression calm and unreadable, and solemnly said, "If—...that day really comes—"

"That must be because Lord Orochimaru has found a more important goal and embarked on a greater path. As for us—"

She had become a burden to him, and could no longer offer him any help.

Upon hearing this, Kabuto's pupils dilated slightly, and he held his breath, staring intently at Kimimaro, waiting for what he would say next.

"When that time comes—I will never be a stumbling block on Lord Orochimaru's path."

"I will quietly disappear from this world, without causing him any trouble. As long as I can witness Lord Orochimaru achieve his great dream—even if it's just watching from afar, I will be content."

After he finished speaking, the laboratory fell silent again.

Kabuto was completely stunned.

Looking at the pure white-haired youth on the bed through his glasses, he felt a surge of powerlessness and irritability in his chest.

A bitter feeling welled up in Kabuto's heart, and he slowly loosened his clenched fists.

He sighed dejectedly, a mixture of annoyance and helplessness in his voice: "You really are—"

However, at that very moment...

"oops."

The sound of a mechanism turning suddenly broke the silence in the laboratory.

The metal door was slowly pushed open from the outside, and a tall, thin figure appeared unhurriedly in the doorway.

The dim light from the corridor outside the door shone into the room, outlining the contours of his disheveled black hair and pale profile.

"Lord Orochimaru?" Kabuto Yakushi's eyes widened slightly, and he blurted out in surprise.

Upon seeing who it was, a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

"Why are you back so soon?"

He shouldn't have stayed in Konoha, or—

At the doorway, Orochimaru's golden snake eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Heh, Kabuto, so you were here."

As he spoke, he glanced around the laboratory, finally fixing his gaze on Kabuto, the pharmacist, beside Kimimaro's bed.

"Lord Orochimaru!"

Even though he was blindfolded, Kimimaro immediately recognized the familiar voice.

"Lie still." Orochimaru waved his hand, indicating that Kimimaro didn't need to be so polite, and then strode into the room.

He approached Kimimaro's bedside, bent down, and carefully examined Kimimaro's pale and thin face. A rare gentleness appeared on his face as he asked, "How are you? Is Kimimaro feeling any better?"

"Lord Orochimaru." Kabuto Yakushi suddenly seemed to snap out of his daze and hurriedly bowed to report, "I have just given Kimimaro a full examination. His current physical condition is stable, and all the data are within a controllable range."

Orochimaru nodded upon hearing this. "Kimimaro, I've thought of someone who might be able to cure your bloodline disease. However, convincing her will take some time. Until then—I hope you can continue to persevere."

Upon hearing this, Kimimaro trembled, as if injected with a powerful stimulant. His face betrayed his excitement and gratitude: "Lord Orochimaru! Thank you! I—I will certainly do my utmost!"

His voice trembled slightly, and his pale face flushed with excitement. Being able to regain his health and serve Lord Orochimaru was more important to him than anything else!

"Um."

Orochimaru responded indifferently, as if it were just a trivial matter.

He then turned to Kabuto: "Let's go, come with me to the lab. It's time to test the body structure of that 'White Zetsu'."

"Yes, Lord Orochimaru!"

Kabuto's voice unconsciously carried a sense of relief and joy as he quickly followed Orochimaru.

A moment later, two figures walked one after the other through the base's dimly lit tunnel.

Every few meters along the wall, a dim yellow light was embedded, casting long, distorted shadows of the two people.

The only sound in the silent passageway was the echo of footsteps.

Kabuto gazed at Orochimaru's retreating figure for a moment before cautiously asking, "Lord Orochimaru, why did you return so quickly this time? Could it be—that the information Jiraiya gave you was false?"

Upon hearing this, Orochimaru paused in his tracks.

Orochimaru's footsteps abruptly stopped.

He remained where he was, without turning around, but let out a sigh with a complex meaning and shook his head.

"No, it's true."

Dou was stunned for a moment: "Really?"

If it's true, why did Lord Orochimaru return so quickly?

Orochimaru's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible regret and annoyance.

"Unfortunately, I arrived too late. It seems that those who come from the 'dream' can only exist for one day in the real world. Rope Tree—has already disappeared."

Thinking of this, Orochimaru sneered.

He's not stupid; Tsunade's painful reaction couldn't possibly be faked.

He said that only for the sake of Jiraiya.

If it weren't for that idiot Jiraiya constantly dragging him along, rambling on and on, and insisting on stopping at the Valley of the End, he would have been in trouble.

How could he have left empty-handed? Why can't he find the rope tree anywhere?

The Land of Rice Fields and the Land of Fire are adjacent; given their speed and effort, they should be able to return to Konoha on the same day.

Besides, Jiraiya had dared to tease and mock him before, so how could he let Jiraiya off so easily?

This is just making Jiraiya anxious and frustrated; he's already being treated too well.

Upon hearing this news, Kabuto seemed relieved, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and his tone even carried a hint of surprise: "So that's how it is—"

Rope Tree has

Orochimaru glanced at Kabuto out of the corner of his eye, then suddenly chuckled strangely, "Kabuto, your reaction is a bit odd. Is there another conflict between your cells?"

Kabuto's heart tightened; he had lost his composure for a moment, and Orochimaru had seen through his act!

In a moment of panic, Kabuto hurriedly bowed and said respectfully and flusteredly, "N-no! I—I was just happy for Kimimaro, and I lost my composure because I was so happy."

A bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he quickly changed the subject.

"Lord Orochimaru, let's hurry up and test the White Zetsu."

Orochimaru stared at Kabuto's slightly stiff expression, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly chuckled softly:

"You two seem to have a good relationship. Let's go!"

"yes!"

Yakushi Kabuto secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed.