Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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A crimson hue surged in his pupils, and the magatama spun wildly, forming strange patterns—

Mangekyō Sharingan, instantly activated!

The moment Orochimaru saw those terrifying, scarlet pupils suddenly open, his own pupils contracted sharply.

Mangekyou Sharingan... that terrifying power again!

Without the slightest hesitation, Orochimaru let out a strange laugh: "Hehe, goodbye!"

Before he could finish speaking, his entire body suddenly disintegrated!

Countless small snakes burst out of his body with a "whoosh," like a pot of exploding snakes, scurrying in all directions!

The weasel's body stiffened.

The opponent, who was shouting threats just a second ago, suddenly transformed into a snake and fled.

The valley was silent for two seconds, with only the sound of flowing water echoing in our ears.

Kisame was completely dumbfounded: "Huh?"

He stood there dumbfounded, holding the Samehada, his face filled with disbelief. "It just ran away?!"

Orochimaru's swift and decisive escape even made the well-informed Kisame rub his eyes, wondering if he had seen something wrong.

He had expected a fierce battle, but to his surprise, the other party made a hasty retreat the moment Itachi revealed his killing intent.

The contrast was so great that Kisame felt a sense of absurdity, as if he had punched empty air.

Itachi Uchiha was also stunned for a moment.

He tensed his entire body, ready to fight to the death, but Orochimaru actually...

Should we just run away?

Thinking of this, Itachi felt a sense of relief, and a sudden wave of dizziness and exhaustion washed over his tense body.

"Cough—cough cough..." He felt a sweet taste in his throat and couldn't hold back, a series of violent coughs tearing at his chest.

With each cough, the pain was unbearable, as if his internal organs were about to shatter. Several mouthfuls of blood gushed out unexpectedly, their bright red color glaringly obvious.

"Ichiro-san?!" Kisame saw Itachi sway and quickly stepped forward to support his shoulder.

Itachi felt dizzy and his knees buckled, almost causing him to fall.

Fortunately, Kisame was quick-witted and reached out to support his body.

"Big Seven, are you alright?"

The playful expression on Kisame's face had vanished, replaced by an unusual look of anxiety.

He quickly put Samehada back on his back and carefully helped Itachi sit down next to a tree trunk.

"I...cough..."

Itachi's vision blurred, his eyes became indistinct, and it was as if a thick fog had enveloped his ears, making all the sounds around him distant and muffled.

He tried his best to muster any strength, but his limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

At this moment, Itachi felt utterly defeated; his body could no longer support him using the Mangekyou Sharingan.

……

Meanwhile, at the mountaintop, Yakushi Kabuto was holding up binoculars, taking in the scene unfolding in the mountain stream.

He witnessed Itachi coughing up blood violently and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly behind his glasses.

"Susususu..."

Just then, a dense rustling sound came from the bushes not far away.

Yakushi Kabuto turned around and looked.

A large group of small snakes of various colors swam across the ground. These snakes meandered along the way and eventually gathered together, as if driven by some force, intertwining and clinging to each other.

A few breaths later, the swarm of writhing snakes suddenly raised several figures, coiled and twisted, and incredibly reassembled into human form!

Orochimaru's pale, sinister face reappeared, accompanied by a series of smug chuckles.

His eyes gleamed with ambition as he looked down into the ravine.

"Lord Orochimaru." Kabuto Yakushi stepped forward respectfully, adjusted his glasses, and reported with a smile, "I just confirmed with my own eyes that your guess was absolutely correct. Itachi Uchiha is now terminally ill; he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood just from activating his Mangekyou Sharingan!"

"Heh, is that so?" Orochimaru chuckled contentedly.

“Uchiha Itachi… Hahahaha!” He threw his head back and laughed.

The laughter, filled with undisguised excitement and ecstasy, echoed endlessly across the mountaintop.

Orochimaru laughed wildly for a while, then slowly stopped, his expression becoming increasingly confident.

With his hands behind his back, his golden snake eyes gleamed with cold light as he looked down into the direction of the mountain stream, as if his dying prey was already at his mercy.

Kabuto Yakushi, standing to the side, also smiled.

However, as he laughed, his eyes flickered slightly, as if he remembered something, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.

After a moment, Kabuto cautiously spoke up: "But... Lord Orochimaru, if I may be so bold, weren't you being a little too cautious just now? In my opinion, given Itachi's current physical condition, it seems unnecessary to be so careful, doesn't it?"

There was something Kabuto didn't dare say aloud: Itachi hadn't even made a move yet, he had only activated his Mangekyou Sharingan.

Lord Orochimaru actually ran away.

They're a bit too easily frightened.

Before he could finish speaking, Orochimaru suddenly turned his head, his golden pupils fixed on Kabuto.

His gaze was cold and sinister, with a hint of danger in it.

Yakushi Kabuto's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately lowered his head, a bead of cold sweat beading on his forehead: "This subordinate... had absolutely no intention of offending you! I spoke out of turn just now, please forgive me, Lord Orochimaru!"

"Humph."

Orochimaru touched his left wrist. Every time he thought of Itachi Uchiha, he felt a dull ache in his wrist.

"Kabuto, listen to me carefully." Orochimaru removed his hand from his wrist, placing it behind his back, his words clear and menacing yet spoken with unwavering precision. "I'm not afraid of Uchiha Itachi..."

He squinted, and his voice suddenly rose a few decibels.

"He's already halfway to his death. This is the kind of counterattack a powerhouse like Itachi Uchiha makes before he dies."

"That's a power that even the entire village might not be able to withstand!"

"If that's the case, why should I provoke him?"

Kabuto nodded repeatedly and humbly replied, "Yes, Lord Orochimaru is absolutely right."

Seeing this, Orochimaru's lips curled into a smile again, his voice hoarse and mocking: "We just need to harass him. How many more times can he last, given his physical condition?"

"Do you understand? This is a tactic!"

"Itachi, who is terminally ill, is as easy as pie for me, Orochimaru, to obtain."

"But there's no need to be in such a hurry."

Upon hearing this, Kabuto exclaimed in admiration, "I understand! Lord Orochimaru, you've thought things through perfectly!"

Of course, there was one thing Orochimaru didn't say aloud.

He had only recently used the Reincarnation Technique, and for the next three years, he would be unable to use it again if his hand were cut off...

That would be a big problem.

at this time.

A disdainful sneer suddenly came from not far behind the two: "Tsk tsk tsk... As expected of Orochimaru!"

"While your escape technique is already quite astonishing, it pales in comparison to your shamelessness!"

Orochimaru and Kabuto were both taken aback!

Orochimaru whirled around, his composure vanishing, his golden vertical pupils suddenly contracting: "Who—?!"

On a rock less than ten meters away from the two people, two unfamiliar figures were standing there!

A strange mask with an orange background and black patterns—a scarlet Sharingan can be vaguely seen in the empty single eye socket!

Half a step to his side stood a strangely shaped person, half of whose body was as black as ink, while the other side was as white as paper.

Orochimaru's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart sank.

He had no sense of their approach at all, as if they had appeared out of thin air!

Orochimaru forced himself to suppress his inner shock, staring intently at the tall man wearing the tiger-striped mask: "Uchiha... there are actually other people still alive?"

He didn't recognize the guy wearing the tiger-skin mask.

However, he recognized the Sharingan behind the mask.

The two who arrived were Obito and Zetsu, who had come looking for Itachi Uchiha.

When Obito saw that Orochimaru had designs on Itachi, he activated his Mangekyou Sharingan without hesitation.

The Sharingan, which originally had three tomoe, began to spin wildly in the blink of an eye, the tomoe connecting to form a strange pattern like a windmill!

Obito coldly replied, "Itachi Uchiha is my man! Orochimaru, you've come to the wrong person!"

"And a kaleidoscope?"

Orochimaru instantly recognized the terrifying pattern in the other's pupils, and his heart sank to the bottom.

The Uchiha clan actually had such a hidden figure?!

His expression shifted between light and dark, but his steps showed no hesitation.

A ruthless glint flashed in Orochimaru's eyes, and he grabbed Kabuto Yakushi's collar, shouting, "Go!"

Before Dou could react, he instantly moved like a gust of wind, retreating rapidly in the opposite direction!

Orochimaru's sleeves fluttered, and with a few leaps, he rushed into the dense forest, moving so fast it seemed as if a raging beast was chasing him.

In the blink of an eye, apart from the sound of the wind, there was no trace of the two people on the mountaintop cliff.

The mountaintop returned to silence.

Only the two new, uninvited guests remained standing in place, their robes billowing in the cold wind from above.

As he watched Orochimaru's hasty retreat, Zetsu shrugged and chuckled as he said to Obito, "Are we just going to let him get away like that? Aren't we going to chase after him?"