Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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[Ding! Sasuke's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +800!]

Sasuke was terrified.

He was afraid to go downstairs, afraid to face the living room that Nissan might no longer be there, afraid to confirm the worst guess in his heart.

At this moment, he would rather remain curled up in this small room forever, deceiving himself and pretending that nothing had happened.

At least this way, he can still retain that last glimmer of hope.

And so, Sasuke remained curled up under the cover of the blankets for a long time.

If he could, he would never want to leave this room.

Just then, his mother Mikoto's gentle voice called from outside the door: "Sasuke, get up and eat! Why are you still in bed today?"

With light footsteps, the door was gently pushed open.

Mikoto leaned in and saw that her youngest son was still curled up in bed and refused to get up.

A look of both exasperation and heartache flashed across her face as she walked to the bedside and asked with concern, "Sasuke, what's wrong? You look so pale. Did you have a nightmare?"

As she spoke, Mikoto bent down and gently touched Sasuke's forehead.

Touching the familiar warmth of his mother's palm, Sasuke's nose suddenly stung, and he almost burst into tears on the spot.

He took a deep breath, forcing back his surging emotions, and managed a smile that looked more like a grimace. He said in a hoarse voice, "No...it's alright, Mother. I'll get up now..."

As he said this, he didn't even dare to look his mother in the eye, and could only look away guiltily.

Mikoto was still a little worried, so she reached out and touched Sasuke's forehead again, saying with concern, "Are you really okay? Do you want to rest at home for a while longer? Don't push yourself if you're not feeling well."

Sasuke's heart tightened, and he quickly waved his hand: "R-really, it's not necessary, Mother. I'm fine, really fine."

Seeing this, Mikoto could only sigh softly, carefully observing Sasuke's expression. Seeing that he really didn't want to say more, although she was worried, she didn't press him further.

She simply said softly, "Alright then, Mom won't disturb your rest any longer. Get up and come downstairs for breakfast, or it'll get cold."

Mikoto drew back the curtains for Sasuke, letting the morning sunlight and fresh air flood the room, and then considerately dusted off his messy bedding.

After confirming that her son's emotions had stabilized somewhat, Mikoto turned around and left the room, closing the door behind her.

The moment the door closed, Sasuke's bitter, forced smile crumbled instantly.

He sat blankly on the edge of the bed, staring at his outstretched hands, his palms covered in sticky, cold sweat.

After an unknown amount of time, Sasuke finally took a deep breath, slowly got up from the bed, and began to mechanically put on his clothes.

Every simple movement was incredibly difficult for him at that moment.

He slowly put on his coat and trousers, fastened his headband, and then walked blankly toward the door.

He slowly descended the stairs, each step making a heavy creak, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, as if he were walking step by step toward the execution ground.

As Sasuke got closer to the living room on the first floor, he held his breath and listened intently to the sounds coming from downstairs.

There was no cheerful laughter like in the mornings, no family conversations, and no clinking of cutlery.

He was met with only deathly silence.

The ominous feeling grew stronger.

Finally, he reached the last step of the stairs leading to the living room and stopped.

Sasuke stood at the corner of the stairs, gripping the railing tightly with both hands, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

But he knew he could no longer escape, so he suddenly took the last step and stepped into the living room.

In that instant, a familiar voice, which he thought he would never hear again, suddenly rang out, carrying both concern and teasing.

"Sass, you clearly slacked off during training yesterday, so why are you getting up so late today?"

Sasuke froze, almost unable to believe his ears.

That voice...it's Nissan?!

The next second, I felt a sudden explosion in my mind, my body jolted violently, and I abruptly raised my head.

The morning light streamed into the living room, illuminating the still-warm breakfast and hot tea dishes on the dining table.

A very familiar figure sat at the dining table.

Uchiha Itachi sat there quietly, wearing loose pajamas, holding a steaming cup of tea, and smiling at him.

His expression remained calm and composed, without the slightest hint of anything amiss.

Sasuke's eyes widened, he froze on the spot, his mind blank: "N-Nii-san?!"

"You...you're alright?! Really alright?!"

[Ding! Sasuke's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +1500!]

Sasuke felt a tightness in his chest, his voice trembled as he spoke, and his whole body trembled slightly from the overwhelming emotion.

Itachi was slightly taken aback by his younger brother's overreaction, then shook his head with a wry smile and said helplessly, "Of course I'm fine. Lady Tsunade's medical skills are superb. I've already fully recovered. Didn't I go home yesterday after being discharged from the hospital? What's with that expression? It's like I have some terminal illness."

"I was discharged from the hospital yesterday..."

Sasuke repeated those words blankly, feeling a slight relaxation in his tense heartstrings. The heart that had been hanging in his throat finally settled back into place, but his mind remained blank.

what happened?

A huge question exploded in his mind.

Nissan... seems to have no memory of what happened in the real world?

The imposter "Uchiha Itachi," the battle in the Forest of Death, and... the entanglements I suffered because of him...

Does he remember none of it?

The terrible things that happened in reality... seem as if they never happened at all?

……

in the audience.

"Strange... Itachi in the dream seems completely unaware of what's happening in reality." Kakashi narrowed his eyes slightly.

Upon hearing this, Jiraiya nodded, a hint of doubt also appearing in his eyes.

He had already heard from Kakashi about what had happened to Sasuke during the day, and now, seeing Itachi's behavior in the dream, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Sakura overheard the meaningful whispered conversation between her two seniors, and then looked at Sasuke's unusual behavior on the screen. Her brows furrowed, and her face was full of worry and confusion.

She couldn't help but ask, "Kakashi-sensei, what exactly happened during the day? Sasuke suddenly ended up in the hospital, and he even acted strangely in my dream?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Naruto Uzumaki couldn't hold back any longer. He scratched his head and complained loudly, "Yeah! Perverted Sage! Kakashi-sensei! What's wrong with Sasuke?"

Kakashi quickly waved his hand, feigning ease, and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, you two stop speculating. The matter should be resolved now, and Sasuke should be fine."

"Since Itachi Uchiha is still here in the dream, it means that Sasuke will be fine."

Hearing this, Jiraiya breathed a sigh of relief and laughed heartily, "That's right, you should listen to Kakashi, don't worry!"

……

In a dimly lit corner of the theater, Shi Yu stared at the system panel that only he could see.

[Reverse Dream Machine: After the dream ends, there is a chance of a special opportunity to select a character from the dream as a template to create a projection and project it into the real world. The projection lasts for one day and possesses all the abilities and memories of the template character.]

Shigure glanced at Itachi and Sasuke on the screen and murmured thoughtfully, "As expected... simply projecting dream characters into reality won't affect the people in the dream. Perhaps only when this function is upgraded and can materialize real dream characters will it have an impact on the dream..."

Chapter 245 Obito: Then hand over your stupid little bean to me to raise?

on the screen.

Sasuke lowered his head and mechanically ate his breakfast, finding it tasteless and unappetizing.

He couldn't help but steal glances again and again at the quiet figure dining on the other side of the table.

His Nissan was sipping his soup with elegance and composure, occasionally exchanging a few words with his mother.

Nii-san is still here... really still here... Sasuke looked at Itachi, feeling a sense of unreality, fearing that all of this was just an illusion.

My brother was still sitting in front of me, peaceful and serene, just like any ordinary family morning.

This realization filled him with immense relief.

However, deep within this warmth lies a subtle sense of loss.

But... the Nii-san in front of him... Sasuke's heart tightened slightly.

The way Itachi looked at himself was the same way he looked at his younger brother in "this house" who was good at acting spoiled and being lazy.

The smile he gave himself was only a smile he gave to Sasuke, who had grown up carefree.

Nissan... I don't remember.

In this world, Nissan cannot even recognize himself.

[Ding! Sasuke's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +500!]

This thought brought with it an indescribable pang of sorrow.

He didn't remember asking me in that dilapidated courtyard in the real world, "You must have a hard time in this world, right?"

I don't remember surviving alone, nor do I remember him risking his life to protect me from that demon...

Sasuke felt a lump in his throat and his eyes welled up, but he tried his best to suppress his emotions.

That brief but incredibly genuine recognition and care from Nisan now seems to have become a precious, unique item existing only in Sasuke's memory.

Sasuke slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had barely managed to suppress his surging emotions.

Nissan in the dream remembered none of these things...

The seemingly perfect Nii-san before him now evoked a sense of unreality and distance in Sasuke's heart.

Although they remained very close, it seemed as if some invisible barrier was separating them from each other.

On the table.

Itachi was focused on drinking his soup, but he quickly noticed the complex look that kept drifting towards him from his younger brother.

Itachi put down his teacup, turned his head to look gently at Sasuke, and asked with concern, "Sasuke, what's wrong? You've been absent-minded since earlier. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Huh?" Sasuke was caught off guard by his brother's probing gaze, and almost dropped his chopsticks. "N-nothing! I'm fine, brother!"