Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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Weeds almost completely overwhelmed the path, and only withered remnants remained in the flowerbeds that had once been full of flowers.

In the center of the courtyard, the wooden dummy used for training had long since rotted and broken, lying askew among the weeds.

The lanterns beside it were also overturned on the ground, covered with moss.

The most shocking thing was the flag with an Uchiha fan painted on it in the corner of the courtyard.

It once fluttered in the wind, symbolizing the glory of a clan, but now it is tattered and torn, its faded flag riddled with holes and hanging from the pole.

Dream Weasel stood at the threshold, speechless for a long time.

He stared blankly at the devastated courtyard, his mind going completely blank for a moment.

Is this really still my home?

The more Dream Weasel looked at it, the more chills ran down his spine.

However, at that moment, a soft creak was heard, as if someone had pushed open the gate of the mansion.

Dream Itachi's mind sharpened, and he quickly stopped in his tracks, almost instinctively activating his Sharingan!

Three tomoe swirled in his scarlet pupils as he abruptly turned to look towards the main entrance.

Two figures were seen walking briskly into the courtyard against the morning light.

Dream Weasel's pupils contracted slightly, and then a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

The newcomers were none other than Kakashi and Jiraiya!

At this moment, both of them looked somewhat solemn, but there was no hostility between them.

When Dream Itachi saw these two familiar seniors, his surprise lasted only a moment before he quickly calmed down.

His mind was spinning.

Since Kakashi and Jiraiya will both be here at the same time, it means that my previous speculation about traveling through decades was probably wrong.

The two people in front of me looked almost exactly the same as I remembered them. Although there were some differences in their demeanor, they were definitely not the same as they would be decades later.

He had barely appeared when Kakashi and Jiraiya arrived immediately, and judging from their expressions, they were not surprised to find him in this long-abandoned Uchiha ancestral home.

It was as if they had expected to appear here.

In other words, these two seniors are well aware of the current situation.

Thinking of this, Dream Itachi quietly dispelled his Sharingan and put away the tense aura that had been forming around him due to his guard.

In the blink of an eye, Dream Itachi retracted his Sharingan, the crimson faded, and his clear, dark pupils were revealed once more.

As the guard was lifted, the cold and murderous aura around him dissipated in an instant, and he returned to his usual gentle and composed demeanor.

He smiled slightly, his face radiating a gentle warmth, and nodded politely to the two seniors: "Kakashi-senpai, Jiraiya-senpai."

His tone and demeanor were both humble and polite.

"It seems you two are well aware of the current situation. May I ask what exactly happened here?"

The inquiry was unhurried, even carrying a touch of the elegant demeanor unique to scions of aristocratic families.

Dream Weasel exudes a natural elegance in every gesture. His back is as straight as a spear, and he wears a polite smile on his face, showing no trace of the unease he felt just moments before while in a strange and unknown situation.

Kakashi and Jiraiya exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

The two were surprised that Itachi, who had suddenly appeared here, could calmly and quickly compose himself in such a strange environment. He truly lived up to his reputation as Uchiha Itachi.

Even if it's not the same "Itachi" they know, this composure is still terrifying.

Jiraiya nodded slightly, and Kakashi explained.

Kakashi gathered his thoughts and said directly, "Simply put, you have arrived in another world that is very similar to your world, but with some key differences."

Upon hearing this, Dream Weasel raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise appearing on his face, but he quickly digested this astonishing statement.

He pondered for a moment, then murmured to himself.

"I see... So it really is an effect similar to space-time ninjutsu?"

Even so, he still had a thousand questions he wanted to ask, but before he could think about them, a shout suddenly interrupted the conversation.

"Nissan!"

A hoarse but joyful voice came from the direction of the courtyard entrance!

His voice cracked from excessive excitement, choked with sobs, revealing an uncontrollable ecstasy.

Upon hearing the sound, Dream Weasel shuddered and looked in the direction of the sound.

At the entrance to the courtyard, a black-haired boy was rushing towards him without regard for anything else.

The boy was excited, his handsome face filled with indescribable joy, and tears glistened in his dark eyes.

Sasuke?!

When Itachi saw his younger brother appear in the dream, the huge weight that had been hanging over his heart was finally lifted.

The next moment, Sasuke had already thrown himself into his arms, his arms tightly wrapped around his waist, as if afraid that the person in front of him would disappear if he let go.

Instinctively, Dream Weasel opened his arms and hugged his younger brother tightly as he rushed towards him.

Hearing Sasuke's joyful yet tearful "Nii-san," Itachi's heart in the dream world felt as if it had been struck hard.

He felt a pang in his chest, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he managed to stand firm and gently patted Sasuke's back: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Sasuke buried his face in his brother's shoulder, gripping Itachi's clothes tightly, his whole body trembling slightly.

[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Sasuke have been detected! Emotional value +2000!]

Sasuke's eyes quickly welled up with tears. He strained to look up and see the face of the person in front of him clearly.

That familiar face was right in front of me, still gentle and handsome, gazing at me with a doting smile.

Sasuke felt a lump in his throat, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He choked up, his voice trembling: "Nisan...it really is you...you really came?!"

Seeing his younger brother's face streaked with tears, Mengjing Itachi felt a pang of heartache and quickly reached out to wipe away the hot tears from his cheeks: "Oh, Doudou, I'm right here."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently ruffled Sasuke's hair, whispering to comfort him, "Alright, alright, stop crying. Why did you run so fast?"

His gaze fell on his younger brother's messy black hair, clearly indicating that he had run all the way here.

Dream Itachi gently wiped the sweat from Sasuke's forehead with his fingertips and said with concern, "Look at you, you're covered in sweat."

Sasuke then realized his lapse in composure, his emotions a mixture of excitement and joy leaving him somewhat at a loss.

He quickly wiped his face, hastily removing his tears, and gave a shy smile: "I... I just really wanted to see you, Nisan!"

At this point, he couldn't help but hug Itachi tightly again, as if he wanted to pour all the longing and grievances he had felt over the years into this embrace.

Dream Itachi's heart softened at his younger brother's actions, and his smile deepened.

He patted Sasuke on the back and whispered, "Let me see you."

Upon hearing this, Sasuke obediently let go of his hand, looked up at his brother, his eyes still glistening with tears, but he couldn't hide his excitement.

Dream Weasel looked his younger brother up and down.

Compared to the Sasuke I remembered, who still had a bit of a childish air, the Sasuke in front of me, although about the same age, had a much more reserved demeanor and was shorter in stature.

This suggests that the Sasuke in this world has likely undergone far more trials and tribulations.

Especially Sasuke's dark eyes, which were now filled with ecstasy, but through the surface of joy, Itachi in his dream sensed the weariness and pain hidden deep in his younger brother's eyes.

Those are marks left by long-term heavy pressure, a fact he deeply understands.

His heart tightened, and he asked with heartache, "Oh Dou Dou... is life very difficult for you in this world?"

That tender murmur was like a sharp blade piercing through the softest part of Sasuke's heart.

Sasuke stood there dumbfounded.

……

Upon seeing this, Kakashi, whose eyebrows had been slightly raised, suddenly frowned, a strange sense of unease rising in his heart.

"Something's wrong!"

He became secretly alert.

Although the scene looked heartwarming, Kakashi felt that something was off!

Something seems very wrong!

[Ding! Kakashi Hatake's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +1000!]

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Chapter 239 The Weasel: Then let's torture and kill Uchiha Itachi in front of Sasuke!

Sasuke was stunned.

He gazed at the familiar and gentle face before him, momentarily forgetting to react.

This short sentence seems to encapsulate all the hardships of these past years.

Scenes kept playing in Sasuke's mind.

The bloody brutality of that night, the struggle for survival alone, the almost insane thirst for power, the immense grievances and pressure with no one to confide in...

The facade of indifference that had been built up all this time, the shell that had been maintained so stubbornly, was completely shattered by Itachi at this moment.

[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Sasuke have been detected! Emotional value +2000!]

Sasuke's lips trembled violently. He wanted to speak, but even though he had a thousand words to say, his throat felt blocked and he couldn't utter a sound.

"Ugh... Ni-san... Ughhhhh!"

The pain and loneliness that had been suppressed for so long finally broke through, and Sasuke could no longer hold back, tears streaming down his face.

In the silent Uchiha ancestral home, only Sasuke's sobs echoed.

Itachi in his dream was stunned by Sasuke's sudden breakdown.

He had only offered a casual word of comfort out of speculation about Sasuke's situation in this world and out of instinctive sympathy, never expecting it to trigger such a violent reaction.

Oh, the bean in this world...