Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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However, he soon noticed something unusual.

Lord Orochimaru seems to be in a particularly good mood today, and his eyes are not as cold as usual.

Kabuto was secretly surprised. What had happened to make Lord Orochimaru so happy?

As he was lost in thought, he unconsciously turned his head to steal a glance at Orochimaru beside him.

Just then, he accidentally knocked a glass culture dish off the instrument with his elbow...

Kabuto was startled and quickly dodged to catch it, stammering, "I'm sorry, Lord Orochimaru, I—"

"Heh..." A mocking laugh rang out.

Kabuto paused, cautiously raising his head. Orochimaru didn't show his usual gloomy and angry expression; instead, he stared at him with interest, tilting his head slightly and smiling. "Kabuto, you seem a bit off today. What's wrong? Is it because your new cells are still adjusting?"

His golden, snake-like eyes gleamed dangerously under the light.

Seeing this expression sent a chill down his spine.

Kabuto stared blankly at Orochimaru, who was calm and composed in front of him, and was momentarily unable to react.

Lord Orochimaru seems to be joking with me now, in a rather amused mood?

Is this still the same cold-blooded, ruthless, and unpredictable legendary Sannin?

Thinking of this, Kabuto's heart couldn't help but beat faster.

Lord Orochimaru is in a great mood today. Could it be because of that dream he had last night?

He frowned slightly, his mind in turmoil.

Should we tell Lord Orochimaru what we saw in our dream last night?

Just as Kabuto was struggling to make up his mind, Orochimaru's slightly impatient voice rang in his ears: "Kabuto! Don't get distracted!"

Yakushi Kabuto shuddered and immediately came to his senses.

"Yes!"

He suppressed his chaotic thoughts, quickly cleaned up the fragments in his hands, stood up, and continued to focus on the testing work.

Forget it...

He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, lowered his eyelids, and hid the light behind the lenses in the dim reflection.

I don't think it'll be a problem to keep quiet about the bizarre scene in my dream last night.

As Kabuto thought this, he silently suppressed his doubts.

Just then, the earth suddenly trembled slightly.

The laboratory floor rippled like water as an unusual aura of chakra approached without warning!

Suddenly, a bulge appeared on the cold, hard stone ground, and then a dark mass emerged from the ground!

The newcomer was tall and thin, with one half of his body as black as ink and the other half as pale as paper, and a strange, enigmatic smile on his face.

It was the very place I had visited not long ago.

However, this time, Jue did not come alone.

Beside him stood another humanoid figure, entirely white, with stiff and grotesque facial features, lifeless eyes, and a dazed smile on its face. It stood there motionless, as if it had no soul.

A pair of short, grayish-white horns emerged from the sides of his head, and his body seemed to be covered with a rough, bark-like substance, giving him a strange, half-human, half-plant appearance.

no doubt.

It's a White Zetsu.

Upon seeing this, Orochimaru's slightly impatient expression instantly changed, replaced by undisguised delight.

"Hehe, so it was brilliant."

"Did you bring me the experimental materials so quickly?"

Orochimaru's golden eyes were fixed on White Zetsu, a greedy and excited light flashing deep within his pupils.

I never expected Zetsu to be so cooperative. He promised to provide experimental material, and in the blink of an eye, he delivered a ready-made White Zetsu!

This efficiency is truly eye-opening.

Orochimaru slowly revealed a smile full of interest, staring at Black Zetsu and chuckled, "It seems... the person you want me to reincarnate is indeed very important to you!"

Upon hearing this, Black Zetsu couldn't help but think to himself, "This is bad."

He was too impatient, and Orochimaru actually found his weakness!

There is no greater taboo in negotiation than this, but with the die already cast, we have no choice but to grit our teeth and continue.

There was nothing he could do about it. Obito was becoming increasingly unreliable. This morning when he went to find Obito, the kid hadn't even finished dressing before rushing out. He was becoming less and less dependable.

Thinking of this, Black Zetsu quickly composed himself and chuckled dryly, saying, "Heh, Orochimaru, this is the deposit. What about the terms of the deal we agreed on last time? You're not going to ask for an exorbitant amount now, are you?"

Orochimaru, drawing out his words, replied lazily, "Who knows?"

Seeing his nonchalant demeanor, Black Zetsu's expression darkened slightly, but he quickly resumed his negotiating tone, saying seriously, "I personally witnessed the Senju Hashirama you summoned using the forbidden technique last time. His strength seemed... well, not as powerful as I imagined. I wonder if you have any way to improve this technique? To allow the summoned person to regain their peak strength from their lifetime?"

"Haha, of course."

Before Black Zetsu could finish speaking, Orochimaru chuckled, licked his lips, and narrowed his eyes, saying, "Not only can it be improved, I even have a way to make him surpass his prime. However—"

"The greater the power, the higher the requirements for materials. Jue, you understand what I mean, right?"

"Hehe, that's good." Black Zetsu chuckled sinisterly and shoved the motionless White Zetsu in front of Orochimaru.

"I hope you're not exaggerating. This is a deposit. I will find a suitable body as soon as possible."

Before Orochimaru could reply, Black Zetsu's figure slowly sank, his entire body disappearing back into the soil beneath his feet.

In the blink of an eye, he mysteriously burrowed back into the ground and disappeared completely.

……

Orochimaru gazed in the direction where Black Zetsu had disappeared, a meaningful smile on his face: "What a cautious fellow... He's quick on his way."

He muttered something to himself, then excitedly turned his gaze to the white monster beside him.

"Dou, put your test on hold for now."

"Get ready, let's take a good look at it and see if it's really as magical as the rumors say."

"Yes, Lord Orochimaru!" Kabuto bowed and accepted the order. He immediately stepped forward and, together with Orochimaru, helped the White Zetsu onto the research table next to him so that it could lie down.

Throughout the entire process, the white Zetsu was manipulated like a puppet, its blank eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, without any struggle or reaction.

Orochimaru was even more pleased to see this. He told Kabuto to prepare the equipment, while he strolled around the research table for half a circle, bending down with great interest to examine this rare "experimental material".

“This is really interesting…”

He extended his slender index finger and slowly traced it across Bai Jue's bare arm.

The touch under the fingertips is cool and smooth, yet it has a fibrous texture similar to plant branches.

"Is this the body of White Zetsu? It's even more peculiar than I imagined."

Before the words were finished, a deafening explosion suddenly rang out!

Immediately afterwards, the entire laboratory began to shake violently. A large cloud of dust fell from the rock above with a rumbling sound, and the hanging instruments on the surrounding walls jingled and clanged, while several sophisticated devices emitted piercing alarm sounds.

Orochimaru's hand movements suddenly stopped, and the excited smile on his face instantly froze, replaced by an extremely cold and gloomy anger.

"What's going on?!" Kabuto hurriedly grabbed the control panel beside him, looking around with a face full of surprise and uncertainty.

"Who goes there?" Orochimaru's golden vertical pupils flashed with a dangerous light. "How dare you cause trouble on my turf!"

Orochimaru was both shocked and furious. He flung the hem of his white coat and strode toward the direction from which the sound came.

Kabuto quickly followed, and the two cautiously advanced, following the source of the explosion.

At the end of the dimly lit, winding corridor, a tall figure stood silently amidst the rising wisps of smoke and dust.

In the dim light of the wall lamp, one could see that the person had long white hair that was casually draped behind them, and a bright red vest that was faintly visible in the dust.

He crossed his arms and watched with great interest as Orochimaru and his companion strode toward him.

Orochimaru suddenly stopped, his snake-like eyes narrowing, and blurted out, "Jiraiya?!"

Kabuto recognized the newcomer, and his eyes immediately tensed up.

Orochimaru quickly recovered from his brief shock, his gaze darkening as he sneered sarcastically, "Hmph, what a rare guest, Jiraiya. Why aren't you staying in Konoha writing your third-rate novels? What are you doing here? Could it be... that you want to drag me back?"

At this point, Orochimaru's face showed a deep sarcasm. Without waiting for Jiraiya's response, he continued, "Save your breath. That rotten cage of Konoha can't hold me at all."

Upon hearing this, Jiraiya shrugged and laughed nonchalantly: "Arrest you?"

He shook his head and chuckled smugly, "This time it won't be so troublesome. Orochimaru, I think... this time you'll probably be begging me to go back to Konoha!"

"How arrogant!" Orochimaru laughed instead of getting angry, his eyes full of contempt. "Ridiculous!"

"Konoha, that rotten and decaying place, should have been completely destroyed long ago! Let me go back? Hmph, I feel disgusted even if I stay there for another second!"

Upon hearing this, Jiraiya was not angry. Instead, he shrugged and said meaningfully, "Orochimaru... don't you know? Nawaki has returned to Konoha."

One sentence, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

The dimly lit corridor, which had been filled with a tense atmosphere of confrontation, fell into dead silence in an instant.

Kabuto stared wide-eyed in disbelief, almost thinking he was hallucinating.

He naturally thought of the vote that went unanswered in the audience last night.

Orochimaru's expression suddenly froze.

The cold smile that had just been on his lips froze, and the anger and disdain in his eyes seemed to be frozen in an instant.

His pupils suddenly contracted, turning into two thin vertical lines.

"……What did you say?"

"Jiraiya, when did you learn to make jokes about the dead? That's not funny at all!"

He stared intently at Jiraiya, trying to find traces of a lie.

However, Jiraiya remained calm, showing no sign of guilt, and even had a confident, half-smile on his lips.

Orochimaru was deeply shaken, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

This sudden news was hard for him to believe, but Jiraiya's calm and composed expression made him inexplicably uneasy.