Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master!

Chapter 301 discusses the possibilities of creating a healthy long gate.

Chapter 301 discusses the possibilities of creating a healthy long gate.

"That's right."

"I am Uchiha Obito."

As he said this, the masked man slowly raised his hand and gripped the edge of his tiger-striped mask.

Click!

The mask was removed.

A pale, gaunt face was revealed, half of which was covered with rough, hideous scars, while the other half still retained the features of a boy.

Even though it has been cut apart by time and tragedy, you can still see what it looked like back then.

Payne watched him quietly.

He remembers it very clearly.

In that dream, Yahiko and the guy in front of him seemed to get along remarkably well.

Both of them were simple-minded, hot-blooded idiots who would blurt out whatever came to mind, and they were birds of a feather.

They even almost teamed up to raid the front-line warehouses of the Land of Rain.

It got to the point where even Xiao Nan had to sigh and rub her forehead.

Now, the quick-witted, impetuous young face from my dream overlaps with the man before me.

Memories and reality overlapped within the rings of the Rinnegan, and Nagato's originally extremely tense mind relaxed slightly, but this did not mean that he had completely let down his guard.

Outside the tower, the pattering rain had become clearer at some point, but inside the room it was unusually quiet.

Those eyes, symbolizing the gods, met Obito's gaze without any hesitation, and remained so for a long time, neither of them looking away first.

To be honest, he had already prepared several contingency plans.

Whether it's questioning, anger, or direct action, it's all within expectations.

But Nagato just looked at him silently.

The guarded and scrutinizing gaze seemed to relax slightly.

Have they lowered their guard?

Obito had a question mark in his mind.

This reaction seems a bit off.

For someone who has been hiding their identity and lurking by your side under the name of Uchiha Madara, shouldn't the normal reaction be to be highly vigilant or even turn hostile on the spot after their true identity is exposed?

"Obito Uchiha, you concealed your identity and joined the Akatsuki organization. What is your true purpose?"

This was the first time Payne had called him by that name.

"Collecting the Tailed Beasts is probably not as simple as you've described. What are you trying to hide behind the mask of 'Uchiha Madara'?"

Obito paused, but did not answer immediately.

He could sense that Nagato's words were not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather something he had been waiting for.

Obito's thinking became clearer: Nagato possessed the Rinnegan, which not only enabled him to use the Gedo Mazo, but was also the key to implementing the Eye of the Moon Plan.

At the same time, Nagato himself is also a powerful force.

If they can be used to their advantage or form some kind of alliance, their chances of defeating Edo Tensei Madara will greatly increase.

A plan quickly took shape in his mind.

Rather than passively answering Nagato's questions.

Instead, we should proactively bring up a more impactful topic to regain control of the conversation.

So, Obito looked up at those Rinnegan eyes, and suddenly smiled, his tone carrying a hint of admiration and a touch of mockery.

"That's a good question."

But the next moment, instead of continuing on the other person's question, he changed the subject, saying, "Nagato, how much do you know about your own eyes?"

Nagato frowned.

"The Rinnegan," Obito continued, "the legendary eye of the Sage of Six Paths, the supreme eye technique in the ninja world."

"It can create, and it can destroy; it can control life and death."

"Those who possess it are seen by many as chosen ones, but—"

'

Have you ever seriously thought about this?

"Are these really your eyes?"

In Obito's view, Nagato's dependence on the Rinnegan was beyond doubt.

These eyes are the source of his power.

It is the foundation upon which he realizes all his ideals, and the basis by which he distinguishes himself from ordinary people who consider themselves gods.

Telling him that those eyes belong to someone else is tantamount to telling him that what you believe to be destiny is a carefully crafted scam from beginning to end.

For someone who has become so dependent on the Rinnegan, the mere realization that these eyes are not their own, but rather something implanted by someone else, is enough to shake their resolve.

Obito was very satisfied with his amazing wisdom; he had already mentally rehearsed the upcoming changes several times.

Nagato was shocked, confused, and doubted himself, and was even forced to re-examine his so-called identity as a god.

At that time, he only needs to calmly reveal a few details, and he might be able to shift all the blame onto Uchiha Madara.

Of course, he had also figured out how to use Kamui to retreat if Nagato lost control and attacked directly.

Obito's lips curled up slightly.

However, to his surprise, as soon as he finished speaking, Nagato, who should have been shaken, simply stared at him quietly for a few seconds.

Those two Rinnegan eyes continued to calmly gaze at Obito.

Then, Nagato spoke calmly, "I know."

Obito:

???

That's not right.

This is very wrong.

No.

Shock? Angry? Confused?

Before Obito could recover from the psychological shock, he heard Pain continue, "My Rinnegan must have come from Madara Uchiha."

After he finished speaking, Obito's smug and composed expression froze instantly.

It's like he originally thought he had the royal flush, but when he looked, he found out it was just a small joker with a 3, and the big joker was in the opponent's hand.

How did you know?

The true origin of these eyes is one of Madara Uchiha's most core secrets.

How did Nagato know?

Pain did not respond to Obito's question.

He said calmly, as always, "Whoever these eyes originally belonged to, now they belong to Payne. They obey my will, and also the will of God!"

Pain's words made Obito's eyes widen in surprise.

Good guy.

The other party had already completed cognitive reconstruction, and his painstakingly prepared psychological offensive now seemed utterly superfluous.

Pain ignored Obito's flustered state and calmly looked at him, saying, "Stop these pointless probing questions, Uchiha Obito."

"We both understand that our real enemy is not each other."

"Openness and honesty are the only viable basis for cooperation between us."

The room was quiet for a while.

"It seems I underestimated you, Nagato."

Obito finally spoke, with a hint of self-mockery.

"Those eyes truly allowed you to see many things that ordinary people cannot."

He turned around, walked to the window, and looked out at Amegakure, which was shrouded in rain.

"The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend."

"But at least they can be temporary allies."

"We are of the same mind when it comes to dealing with that old man."

Pain paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "We can share intelligence and coordinate our actions to some extent, but I will lead Akatsuki's next actions."

"Madara Uchiha's shadow can continue to lurk in the shadows, but he will no longer be the leader."

This is not a matter for discussion, but a necessary condition.

Obito turned around, met the gaze of those two Rinnegan eyes, and simply said, "No problem."

He knew very well that he was not in a position to bargain on this point.

Furthermore, as long as he can use Nagato and Akatsuki's power to deal with Edo Tensei Madara, who leads Akatsuki is not important to him.

The foundation for cooperation was finally established at this moment.

However, as Obito knew in his heart, the real problems had only just begun.

"Since we're going to deal with Uchiha Madara..."

Obito spoke again, his tone losing some of its playfulness and becoming serious.

"Besides intelligence and planning, there is a more practical problem."

"Your body, Nagato."

""

Payne trembled almost imperceptibly.

"...

Obito directly hit the sore spot that he least wanted to be mentioned, yet had to face.

"The power of these two Rinnegan is burning with your life as fuel, in your current state—"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the body of Pain before him, as if piercing through the perfect puppet to see the gaunt and withered real Nagato deep within Amegakure.

Obito had worked with Nagato for many years and knew Nagato's physical condition very well.

While that Rinnegan granted him divine power, it was also like a persistent, malignant tumor, constantly devouring his life force and chakra.

This is also why Nagato often relies on the Six Paths of Pain to carry out his actions.

His physical body is too weak.

Payne did not refute.

Because those are all facts.

It is the most fatal weakness of his immense power.

He certainly knew how bad his health was.

It was no longer a normal human body, but rather like an engine that had been drained of fuel but was still forced to run at full speed.

"Do you have a solution?"

"have."

Obito didn't hide anything.

Because this is one of the foundations for whether cooperation can continue.

An ally who is on his deathbed is worthless.

"At least, there's a direction we can try."

As he spoke, he raised his right arm, exposing his pale arm to the air.

That wasn't the skin color of an ordinary person, but an almost waxy white color. Even standing a few steps away, you could feel the vitality that was almost excessively vigorous within that arm.

"This is----"

Payne stared at the hand, the ripples of his Rinnegan slightly contracting.

"These are White Zetsu limbs."

Obito spoke calmly.

"To be precise, it is an artificial life form derived from Hashirama Senju's cells, naturally containing a large amount of Yang Release chakra, and its vitality and recovery ability far exceed those of ordinary people."

"By using its power, you can, to some extent, make up for the life force that the Rinnegan has drained."

Payne's expression shifted, and he asked, "How can I use it? Like you, by replacing parts of my body with something like this?"

For him, whose body was deteriorating day by day, replacing body parts or even abandoning this broken body was not an entirely unacceptable option.

Obito was not surprised by this reaction, but still shook his head.

"It's not as simple as you think, Nagato."

He pulled his sleeve down again to cover the arm, not wanting that strangely white mass to be exposed for too long.

"These White Zetsu are all creations of Madara Uchiha, and they act according to Madara's will."

"The transplantation is not as easy as it looks. It involves large-scale transplantation of White Zetsu, or even replacing your torso entirely, which is equivalent to stuffing something created by Madara Uchiha into your body."

The shadow between Payne's brows deepened.

"so what?"

"Therefore, if we want to utilize the power of White Zetsu without being hampered by Madara Uchiha, we need a medical ninja who is truly proficient in biological structures, cell transplantation, and human modification to help us conduct a comprehensive analysis and modification."

He spread his hands out, revealing the soil.

"Unfortunately, the Akatsuki organization currently does not have such talent."

Payne slowly closed his eyes.

The members of Akatsuki are indeed very strong; there are many powerful individuals among them.

Kakuzu excels at finance and heart-stealing, excelling in both combat and bookkeeping; Hidan is a fanatical follower of the immortal god; Deidara is hopelessly addicted to the art of explosions; Sasori is an absolute master in the field of human puppetry; Itachi and Kisame form a top-tier mercenary team in terms of both overall combat strength and tactics.

These people are either good at destruction, good at killing, or good at dismantling.

There wasn't a single one who was truly proficient in science and technology.

"If it's just a regular surgery, I can have Xiao Nan make the arrangements, but the level of modification you're talking about—"

Payne stopped there.

Because they were thinking of the same person.

Orochimaru.

At the same time, Obito sneered, "Orochimaru does meet the requirements, even far exceeding them, but even if we don't mention that he has already defected, in a sense, that madman is no less dangerous than Madara Uchiha."

Payne nodded.

That was a madman who tried to steal the Rinnegan the moment they met.

Obito looked at the silent Pain, and he felt uneasy as well.

In fact, he had a theoretically better option.

hooligan.

That special White Zetsu individual who always tells corny jokes with a grin and seems to have no guile whatsoever.

It possesses symbiotic abilities, allowing it to merge with a human body, sharing the burden with the other and using its own life force to provide a safety net for the symbiotic partner.

If Tobi and Nagato were to coexist, the effect would far surpass that of a regular White Zetsu cell transplant.

Perhaps, it could greatly alleviate or even reverse the trend of Nagato's declining health.

The thought flashed through his mind quickly, then he swiftly suppressed it.

His experiences in dreams and his reflections in reality allowed him to connect many seemingly independent clues.

Back then, it was Tobi who stepped forward at the right time, merging with him under the guise of helping, opening the stone door on the rock wall, bringing him out of the underground cave in the Land of Grass, and then delivering him to Kakashi and Rin at just the right moment.

He witnessed firsthand the tragedy that would change his life forever.

No one can say for sure what kind of connection Tobi, this special individual, has with Madara Uchiha, or even whether he is directly controlled by Madara's will.

Putting something like this on Nagato's body —

What's the difference between that and simply giving the Rinnegan along with Nagato to Madara Uchiha?

No.

This risk should not be borne by Nagato.

It's more appropriate to let that cunning old fox Itachi take the brunt of it.

Obito's eyes flickered as he thought of the man who loved doing dirty and tiring work, both in his dreams and in reality.

"In short, the White Zetsu path can only be considered as an alternative for now."

"You'd better refrain from using the Rinnegan until you find truly reliable people."

"At least, don't exhaust yourself before dealing with Uchiha Madara."

Pain did not answer, but a ripple swept through the depths of his Rinnegan.

"I'll be careful," he said casually.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ninja world, as they were discussing their plans...

A man with a keen interest in the physical body stares at a sample from a White Zetsu, displaying an almost identical expression of infatuation.

Yinyin Village.

Underground laboratory.

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Orochimaru stood in front of the experimental table.

"Hehehe————"

With a sinister laugh, he stretched out his left hand and examined his index finger closely.

The skin on that fingertip was unusually pale compared to the other fingers.

Upon closer inspection, one can see tiny lines slowly moving beneath the skin.

"It's truly a fascinating substance."

Orochimaru muttered to himself.

"Whether it's cell structure or chakra fluctuations."

"They all bear a striking resemblance to interstitial cells."

"But the most interesting thing is that it is not as obviously aggressive as interstitial cells."

"At least within the current experimental scope, it has been much milder."

"I don't have that urge to turn my host into a tree all the time."

"Heh heh, if we could achieve large-scale transplantation while maintaining this level of stability—"

"That would be interesting."

At this point, Orochimaru slightly raised his hand.

A tiny amount of chakra gathered in his fingers, and in the next instant, something seemed to suddenly swell beneath that pale skin.

A thin splinter popped out from his fingertip with a "poof" sound, shooting forward like a bullet.

Boom!

A tiny hole suddenly appeared on the metal door panel several meters away.

The wooden splinter easily pierced the sturdy alloy and then drove deep into the stone wall behind it.

"Just this small section of a finger can activate this level of Wood Release, perfect."

Orochimaru withdrew his finger with satisfaction.

The pharmacist pushed up his round-framed glasses and quickly wrote down the data on the whiteboard.

Mark down the length, speed, and penetrating power of the splinter.

For a medical ninja, experimental results of this level are enough to keep one up all night with excitement.

"These white Zeus cells are truly remarkable material."

Dou couldn't help but sigh.

Orochimaru withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the wall on one side of the laboratory.

There were several huge, transparent cylindrical containers embedded there, filled with a pale green nutrient solution.

Nine pale white humanoid bodies were suspended in the nutrient solution.

Each one had a slightly blurred outline, yet they all had the same hollow face. These were the nine complete White Zetsu individuals that he had obtained from Madara Uchiha.

Orochimaru's gaze slowly swept over the nine White Zetsu.

"Unfortunately, the quantity is still too small."

"Such a precious sample would be a huge waste to use ordinary test subjects for experimentation."

"We need to find more suitable test subjects."

"A more valuable experimental subject."

The doctor, Kabuto, stood to the side, his head slightly bowed, lost in thought.

He hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

"Lord Orochimaru, please forgive my intrusion."

"Perhaps we could consider—Kimimaro?"

"The last bloodline of the Kaguya clan."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Orochimaru's gaze visibly paused for a moment.

"Kimimaro?"

Orochimaru's snake-like eyes shifted slightly, his gaze moving from White Zetsu back to Kabuto's face.

"Yes."

Dou nodded without hesitation.

"Kimimaro's Shikotsumyaku is extremely powerful, but due to his bloodline disease, he cannot unleash its full potential."

"Given his loyalty to you and the potential of his bloodline, he is fully qualified and extremely valuable to bear the burden brought by these precious cells."

As Yakushi Kabuto spoke, his tone remained respectful, yet he couldn't completely conceal a hint of nervousness.

Having served as Orochimaru's second-in-command for so many years, he was no stranger to Orochimaru's personality.

Making such a suggestion at this moment is both going along with Orochimaru's obsession with a powerful body and gambling on Kimimaro's future.

Perhaps, it can really give that boy lying in the hospital bed a chance to live.

This thought made Dou's heart beat faster involuntarily.

Orochimaru remained silent, his gaze returning to the White Zetsu in the nutrient solution, as if he could see a thin but stubborn figure through the container.

Kimimaro————

He slowly uttered the name, a smile that was hard to decipher appearing on his lips.

"His loyalty is beyond question."

"The combat prowess of the Corpse Bone Pulse is indeed top-notch. If we can cure his bloodline disease and further enhance him with White Zetsu cells—"

'

"Hehe, then that really is an extremely sharp dagger."

A well-hidden joy appeared in Yakushi Kabuto's eyes.

However, at that moment, Orochimaru suddenly changed the subject.

"but--

—

"pocket"

yuan.

"You know Kimimaro's situation best."

"Based on your current assessment—"

"How much longer can his body hold out?"

"1

""

Kabuto was clearly taken aback.

He didn't expect Orochimaru to suddenly ask this question.

However, Kimimaro had always been cared for by him, and he knew the condition of that body all too well.

Dou lowered his gaze and thought seriously for a few seconds.

"—If you completely avoid chakra consumption and strenuous exercise."

"To ensure he remains in a state of rest and recuperation."

After careful consideration, Kabuto gave his answer: "Probably—it can last for about six more months."

"Six months? —"

Orochimaru repeated it in a low voice.

He licked his lips, and the thoughts that had been churning in his snake-like eyes slowly settled down.

"Then there's no rush."

"Let's wait a little longer."

"Keep a close eye on his condition, and report any changes to me immediately."

Kabuto opened his mouth, looking somewhat disappointed.

But in front of Orochimaru, he never showed his emotions too obviously.

"Understood, Lord Orochimaru."

He bowed respectfully in response.

Orochimaru had already turned around and was walking towards the laboratory exit, his steps calm and elegant, though a sense of regret was inevitable.

"It's a pity that old man Danzo, along with the Root organization he had built up over many years, is gone."

"We'll have to figure out a new test subject ourselves."

"Hehehe————"