Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master!

Chapter 193 Obito's Attempt to Show Off Fails

Chapter 193 Obito's Attempt to Show Off Fails

The central tower of Amegakure Village.

Obito, arms crossed, spoke with an arrogant and excited tone, boasting to Konan and Pain about his complete knowledge of the dream world: "...Hmph, in short, that so-called 'dream' holds no secrets for me! I know everything about it, from how to enter to the internal rules!"

However, Payne, seated on the central throne, remained expressionless throughout.

The indifferent Rinnegan stared silently ahead, neither responding nor interrupting, letting Obito boast incessantly beside him.

The atmosphere gradually became stagnant, with only the sound of rain accompanying Obito's boastful exclamations echoing through the air.

After a moment, seeing that Pain still hadn't responded, Obito paused in his enthusiastic speech.

"It seems this method won't work on Nagato," Obito thought to himself, his interest waning.

He stopped talking abruptly, no longer continuing the topic.

A few seconds of silence followed between the two.

Then, as if he hadn't taken the previous words to heart at all, Pain deliberately changed the subject, speaking in a calm voice: "I heard that Itachi captured Orochimaru yesterday?"

Obito was taken aback by Pain's words, realizing that Pain was simply ignoring his earlier suggestion and had changed the subject.

A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it, shrugging his shoulders and replying dismissively, "That's true."

Payne nodded slightly, his expression calm, and continued, "What are your plans to do with him?"

Obito waved his hand impatiently upon hearing this: "Hmph, you don't need to ask me about such trivial matters. Do whatever you want with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Obito stood up, preparing to leave: "I have other things to do. If there's nothing else, I'll be going!"

He was too lazy to waste any more time.

I've said everything I should and shouldn't have said, and Nagato's attitude remains indifferent, so staying here is just a waste of my time.

Payne nodded slightly: "Then..."

He had just opened his mouth when his voice suddenly stopped, as if something invisible had choked him.

Payne's expression suddenly froze.

Obito, who was about to leave, sensed something was wrong, stopped, and turned back to look at Pain with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong?"

Konan, standing nearby, frowned and looked at Payne with concern: "Pain, are you alright?"

The two men's voices startled the stunned Payne, who snapped back to his senses. A strange glint flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Payne gently shook his head, then turned to Konan to reassure her, "Konan, don't worry, I'm fine."

Then, Pain turned to Obito and said coldly, "You can leave now."

This is clearly a way of telling them to leave.

Seeing this, Obito knew that Pain was trying to get rid of them.

It seems there's something he wants to discuss with Xiao Nan privately.

He gave a light "humph," not paying much attention.

Obito spread his hands, shrugged, and said, "Whatever."

Immediately afterwards, space rippled and twisted, and Obito's figure was swallowed by the vortex, disappearing into thin air.

After Obito left, only Pain and Konan remained in the spacious hall.

The raindrops continued to pound against the windowpane.

Konan withdrew her gaze from the spot where Obito had disappeared, turned around and took half a step forward, looking at Pain's expression with concern.

Payne's brows were furrowed, and his expression was somewhat solemn, as if he was still immersed in the strange situation he had just witnessed.

Xiao Nan couldn't help but ask softly, "What just happened? Are you feeling unwell?"

Payne slowly shook his head, his voice low and deep: "It wasn't me—it was Jiraiya-sensei!"

"Jiraiya?!" Konan was taken aback at first, then her pretty face darkened, and she spat out angrily, "Oh, it's him! What happened to him?"

Xiao Nan's eyes involuntarily flashed with disgust and wariness.

Payne did not answer immediately; he stood up with a serious expression and walked to the balcony in front of the French windows.

Large raindrops rolled down the eaves, and the rain curtain blurred the outline of the entire village under the dim sky.

He opened his eyes and looked in a certain direction in the distance, saying in a deep voice, "He ran into Itachi, Kisame, and the others, and they're fighting now."

"What?!" Xiao Nan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

First came surprise, then a cold laugh.

She crossed her arms and said gloatingly, "Isn't that perfect? ​​Let Jiraiya suffer a bit! It would be best if Itachi captured him too, so he can keep Orochimaru company in the dungeon!"

She snorted, clearly showing no sympathy for Jiraiya's current predicament of facing a powerful enemy, but rather a sense of satisfaction as if she were venting her anger.

Konan's cold words traveled through Pain's body to Nagato's ears.

Hidden deep within the tower, Nagato kept his eyes slightly closed, maintaining constant control over the Six Paths of Pain.

When he heard the news that Jiraiya might also be arrested, his expression became complicated.

Deep down, Nagato still harbors a lingering, inseparable affection for her former teacher.

"Jiraiya-sensei," Nagato murmured the name, his gaze flickering uncertainly in the dimly lit room.

In fact, he never wanted Jiraiya to actually be captured by the Akatsuki organization.

Jiraiya had been conducting undercover investigations in Amegakure for the past few days, and Nagato had been watching every step of his clandestine actions.

However, due to his deliberate guidance and concealment, Jiraiya has yet to find any core information about Nagato or Akatsuki.

Nagato's original plan was to wait until Jiraiya couldn't find any clues and left Amegakure on his own after all his efforts had been in vain.

But he never expected that Jiraiya would run into Itachi and Kisame today.

Now that the two sides are fighting, if Jiraiya is captured, then what will happen next?

This might be difficult to handle!

Just as Nagato was caught in a dilemma, the chakra fluctuations of Jiraiya that he sensed through the rain suddenly stopped, and then completely disappeared from the Amegakure area!

This sudden change caused Nagato to open her eyes abruptly, exclaiming, "...Gone?!"

On the balcony, Payne's body trembled.

Did they escape?

Payne dared not be careless. He quickly stepped out from under the eaves, braving the fine rain to reach the edge of the terrace. He closed his eyes, concentrated, and once again activated the Rain Tiger Freedom Technique.

The entire Hidden Rain Village was laid bare in his perception; the flow of chakra of any living being was completely visible.

A few seconds later, Payne slowly opened his eyes and confirmed, "Indeed, it wasn't an illusion—it really disappeared."

Xiao Nan followed closely behind and went outside. Rain fell on her paper flower hair ornament and dripped down her cloak.

Seeing that Payne looked strange, she quickly asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Payne turned his head slightly to look at her, a complex expression flashing across his eyes before turning into a soft sigh: "Nan, you're probably going to be disappointed...—he's gone."

"What?!" Xiao Nan's eyes widened, revealing an expression of disbelief.

She gritted her teeth, turned her face away awkwardly, and muttered under her breath, "Hmph, he's lucky!"

Pain gazed silently down at the rain-shrouded Amegakure, his tense muscles finally relaxing slightly as he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Konan appeared disdainful, Nagato was secretly relieved that Jiraiya had ultimately escaped.

Otherwise, if Jiraiya were to be captured by the Akatsuki, he, as a "god," would truly be at a loss for what to do.

Killing them is not an option, nor is keeping them alive.

Now that the other party has escaped, it may be the best outcome for both sides.

The sound of rain pattering down.

Konan stood beside Payne, and it took her a long time before she finally turned her gaze away from the distance.

She lowered her eyelashes, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Payne, what that masked man just said—"

Xiao Nan's voice was filled with doubt and worry.

Earlier, Obito made a big boast here, saying that he knew everything about the dream world, which made Konan very concerned.

She misses Yahiko very much.

Payne slowly turned around.

Rain dripped from his orange hair onto his shoulders, and his expression returned to its usual calm and aloof demeanor: "His words are unreliable. They shouldn't be taken seriously."

Payne's voice was calm yet firm, without the slightest hesitation.

Nagato always knew.

The relationship between her and that masked man was purely based on mutual exploitation; they weren't even friends.

How could Nagato possibly believe everything he said?

Nagato always maintained a high level of vigilance towards Obito.

No matter how sweet-talking the other party is, he will not place his hopes on someone of unknown origin.

Hearing Payne's resolute answer, Konan nodded silently: "You're right."

After a brief silence, Payne took one last look at the village still shrouded in rain, then turned and walked back inside: "Let's go, there's still a lot to take care of."

Xiao Nan responded and followed Payne out of the balcony.

at the same time.

Mt. Miaomu.

Fukasaku and Shima's home.

The clear sky was filled with the warm sun, the air on Mount Myoboku was fresh, and birds chirped, creating a tranquil afternoon scene.

The hermit Fukasaku was sitting cross-legged on the open ground in front of the wooden house, with a scroll spread out.

He swiftly formed complex hand seals, then slammed his palm into the center of the scroll, shouting, "Reverse Spirit Summoning Technique!"

With a soft "whoosh," white smoke suddenly exploded on the reel.

A figure tumbled out of the rising dust and crashed to the ground, looking extremely disheveled.

He was covered in dust, his once neatly tied white hair was now disheveled, and his clothes were charred and torn in many places, as if he had just gone through a fierce battle.

"Phew—that was close!" Jiraiya lay on the ground, panting heavily, before looking up at Fukasaku with a relieved smile. "Boss! Just in time!"

"Jiraiya, what happened to you? I summoned you as soon as I received the message, how come you're still in such a sorry state?!"

Upon seeing his appearance, the hermit Fukasaku was greatly surprised and quickly jumped to his side, looking him up and down. "Who did you run into? How could anyone beat you up like this?"

Upon hearing this, Jiraiya struggled to sit up, wiping the dust off his face as he chuckled sheepishly, "Hahaha,"

Don't worry, it's just a superficial injury, I'll be fine.

He stood up, supporting his lower back, and shook his slightly numb right arm. "It was just a little unexpected situation. I had a minor cut with someone and put on a little show."

"Acting?" Fukasaku was completely confused, but seeing the charred burn marks on Jiraiya's arms and shoulders, he couldn't hide his worry and said seriously, "To injure you like this, 'tch,' you don't look like you're unharmed at all! Who did this?"

Jiraiya stretched his stiff limbs, forced a relaxed smile, and reassured everyone, "It's nothing, don't worry, boss. I escaped safely, didn't I?"

He downplayed the incident, seemingly unwilling to elaborate on the harrowing experience.

Jiraiya glanced down at the scorch mark on his left arm, muttering with lingering fear, "Speaking of which, that brat really went all out, showing absolutely no mercy—."

Although there was an element of acting involved, he felt that Itachi hadn't held back at all.

Moreover, Jiraiya had to admit that Itachi's current strength was somewhat terrifying; he was actually at a disadvantage without activating Sage Mode.

Fukasaku said with some concern, "Jiraiya, this doesn't look like everything's alright!"

Jiraiya laughed heartily: "Don't worry! No problem!"

Before Fukasaku could offer further persuasion, the wooden cabin door creaked open.

Wearing an apron, Master Shima came out carrying a large wooden basin and greeted him with a smile: "Oh ho, Jiraiya is here too!"

"Perfect! Why don't you stay for lunch before you leave?"

"Master Shima!" Jiraiya looked in the direction of the voice and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The wooden basin that Shima was holding was piled high with colorful and strangely shaped insect noodles!

The wriggling, tumbling insects mixed in with the greenish-blue soup, some even poking their heads out and blowing bubbles, were enough to make one's scalp tingle!

Not far behind her, on a stone table, several large platters of "delicious food" were already laid out: huge fried centipedes curled into coils, plump, grayish-black crickets oozing juice, and plates of bright red boiled beetles neatly arranged—

This scene shocked Jiraiya so much that his face turned pale and his stomach churned.

"Hehe, what a coincidence today."

Shima cheerfully carried the wooden basin toward the stone table, saying happily as she went, "Little Jiraiya, you've arrived just in time for lunch! I specially prepared your favorite fried scorpion and insect noodles~~"

She waved enthusiastically, gesturing for Jiraiya to come and sit down.

Jiraiya's smile froze on his face, and a bead of cold sweat quietly slid down his forehead.

He then realized that the sun had risen directly overhead, and it was already lunchtime!

"Is it already lunchtime?!" he thought to himself, utterly dismayed. "I've been careless!"

I was so focused on escaping that I completely forgot about this whole thing.

Seeing Shima-sensei place the bowl of fresh insect noodles heavily on the table, causing the various insects to wriggle and squirm, Jiraiya felt a chill run down his spine.

"If I actually ate this, would I even survive to return to Konoha?!" He swallowed hard, suppressing his urge to run for his life, and forced a smile, saying, "Haha, I appreciate your kindness, Big Sister. But—let's skip it today!"

As Jiraiya spoke, he subtly moved towards the door. "To be honest, I have very urgent and important information to report back to Konoha Village as soon as possible! I really don't have time to stay here any longer. Next time! Next time for sure!"

"Oh? Is this important information?" Shima turned around with a hint of doubt, blinking at Gojiraiya. "That's such a shame. I specially came here today for you—"

"Sister Fu! Please don't mind!" Before Shima could finish speaking, Jiraiya had already darted to the gate of the courtyard fence.

Before he finished speaking, Jiraiya quickly pulled open the fence gate and darted out like a rabbit, running faster than a rabbit, afraid that if he stayed even a second longer he would be forcibly pressed into a chair and fed insects.

"Little Jiraiya? Oh, this child!" Shima was stunned for a moment, and before he could stop him, Jiraiya's figure had already disappeared into the woods not far away.

Zhima stood there helplessly, gazing wistfully at the empty courtyard gate, and couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, Qu Zilai really has no luck with food! I put a lot of thought into preparing today's insect meal."

Fukasaku patted his wife on the shoulder reassuringly, "Haha, next time, we'll let him eat more next time."

He looked in the direction Jiraiya had left, his eyes filled with worry.

As time passed, the sun gradually sank in the west, its afterglow painting the clouds on the horizon red.

Before we knew it, it got dark.

It was late at night, and all was quiet.

In a mansion somewhere in Konoha Village, Kakashi lay alone on his bed.

He had turned off the dim bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

A slight dizziness rose from the depths of my mind!

Kakashi subconsciously opened his eyes.

The blinding dawn light came into view.

The golden morning light was warm and bright, a stark contrast to the darkness in the room before I fell asleep.

Kakashi reflexively raised his hand to block out the light, and suddenly everything became clear.

The air was filled with the crisp chirping of birds, the babbling of flowing water, and the rustling of leaves brushing against the trees.

Kakashi looked around and found himself in a familiar park.

The sky was already turning white, around dawn, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of grass and trees and the scent of earth.

Not far away, three practice stakes stood quietly in the center of the lawn.

Kakashi found himself leaning against one of the wooden stakes, in a casual and lazy posture, as if he had been standing there waiting for a long time.

Not far from him, Obito and Rin were standing side by side on the grass.

One of them sat cross-legged on the ground, hands behind him, and lazily yawned: "Ugh—what's Minato-sensei doing! Always making us assemble so early, I haven't even had a chance to sleep!"

His voice was full of dissatisfaction and weariness.

The boy who spoke had messy short black hair, half of his face hidden behind goggles, and he was pouting in dissatisfaction.

In the morning light, the lenses of his orange goggles reflected a little light, and his young, innocent face was filled with resentment and complaints.

Beside Obito, Rin smiled and comforted him, "Obito, don't complain. Minato-sensei must have something important to say, which is why he summoned us so early in the morning."

"Hmph—I was just saying." Obito pouted, but when he saw Rin's smiling face, his previously irritated expression softened visibly.

He scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and mumbled, "It's always this early—oh well, I'm just so sleepy."

Even so, his tone was no longer as sharp as before, but he still rubbed his eyes, unable to hide his weariness.

Kakashi secretly glanced at Obito in front of him a few times.

This time, Obito didn't cling to Rin, and his attitude towards Minato was quite normal.

Kakashi nodded. It seemed that Obito hadn't come in today; only he had.

After all, Obito's attitude towards Rin was completely different.

It's still quite easy to tell them apart.

Although Qu Daitu also admired Rin, he was rather shy and wouldn't openly cling to her or fawn over her.

Just then, a faint chirping sound suddenly came from the air.

The next second, a golden light flashed!

Accompanied by golden light, a tall figure suddenly appeared beside the three wooden stakes.

The newcomer had striking short blond hair, which seemed to be half-gilded with a dazzling luster in the morning light.

He was wearing a standard Konoha Jonin uniform, his profile was soft yet resolute, and he had a warm smile on his lips.

"Minato-sensei!" Rin, with her sharp eyes, recognized the person at a glance and happily raised her arm to greet him.

Kakashi and Obito also stood up straight.

As the golden light faded, the familiar figure was fully revealed.

It was none other than Konoha's "Yellow Flash," Minato Poll!

He smiled and looked around at his three students, scratching the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly. "Am I late?"

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