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Chapter 111 Kakashi: The Mysterious Masked Man is...
Chapter 111 Kakashi: The Mysterious Masked Man is...
Lunch break is over in the blink of an eye.
"Obito, it's lunchtime! Want to eat together?" A sweet voice rang in my ears.
Obito suddenly looked up and saw Rin standing beside him with a smile, holding a food box, her amber eyes curving into crescents.
"Lin!"
Obito jumped up from his seat, his heart pounding, a smile spreading across his face. Just as he was about to answer her, the scene before him suddenly blurred, and Obito felt a darkness engulf him.
"It's getting late, we should get going!" A hoarse, deep voice sounded in my ear.
Obito suddenly opened his eyes and found himself sitting on the bed.
He paused for a few seconds before realizing that he had already left that warm dream.
Not far from him, half a body emerged from the ground, urging him, "Hurry up, stop dawdling!"
[This time, the dream-fulfilling recipient is: Uchiha Obito]
[Viewer: Kakashi Hatake]
[Total Emotion Points Gain: 18700!]
[Current sentiment score balance: 568320 points!]
[Current Dream Fulfillment Level: 7 (622820/700000)]
In the cold, dimly lit room at the Amegakure base, Obito felt somewhat ashamed.
He raised his hand blankly to touch his left cheek, only to touch a cold, rough mask.
The sound of rain gradually pattering in from outside the window, the damp air carrying a chilly chill, a stark contrast to the warm sunlight in my dream.
Obito murmured, "They're back—?"
Seeing Obito sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought and unresponsive, Zetsu couldn't help but raise his voice again and shout, "Hey! It's time to go!"
A deep, hoarse voice, tinged with impatience, echoed in the quiet room.
Obito then snapped out of his daze, slowly raising his head to look at Zetsu, who had emerged from the wall. He was still somewhat confused about whether he was in reality or dreaming.
He frowned, his voice hoarse: "Just now—did you wake me up?"
Jue paused for a moment, then replied inexplicably, "Nonsense, what's wrong with you lately? Who else could it be but me—"
Before he could finish speaking, a cold glint flashed in Obito's eyes, and he suddenly swung his arm.
"Whoosh!"
A cold glint flashed.
A shuriken shot through the air toward Jue!
Jue's pupils contracted, and he was caught off guard, barely managing to pull himself out of the ground. He hurriedly took several steps back to avoid the danger.
However, the sharp shuriken still managed to leave a thin cut on his white left cheek, from which white liquid slowly seeped out.
One of them, while running alongside, fell to the ground.
"What are you doing!"
Zetsu was both shocked and furious. He propped himself up on the ground and glared at Obito.
Obito had already stood up, strode up to Zetsu, and stared down at him.
Beneath the tattered tiger-striped mask, a single eye radiated a terrifying chill and murderous intent, causing Jue to tremble involuntarily.
Obito said coldly, "Next time, come in through the door! And you must knock!"
Jue was stunned, looking up at Obito's seemingly insane behavior, her mind filled with questions: "What's wrong with you!?"
He had always appeared this way, and Obito had never objected. But today, Obito not only lost his temper, but also showed murderous intent towards him.
Obito stared at Jue with his cold, single eye for a moment, then turned and grabbed a cloak from the side, draping it over his shoulders.
"Ting".
He snorted coldly, offered no further explanation, and left Jue looking utterly dejected before striding toward the door.
Meanwhile, in Konoha Village.
Kakashi was startled awake from his sleep, and Shuji sat up.
He reached out and touched his headband.
Kakashi sat firmly on the edge of the bed, not moving for a long time.
"Obito is still alive," he murmured, still feeling as if it were a lifetime ago.
Scenes from the Kannabi Bridge more than ten years ago flashed rapidly through my mind.
The scene of Obito entrusting his Sharingan to me and smiling as he was buried under a boulder kept overlapping with the vivid image of Obito that appeared in my dream last night.
He sat there for a long time, until there was a rapid knocking at the door.
"Kakashi-sensei! Are you home?"
Accompanied by a knock on the door, a clear, slightly angry girl's voice rang out from outside.
Kakashi snapped back to reality, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of the clock on the wall, and he was immediately startled.
Oops!
The time I agreed to meet Sasuke and Sakura has already passed!
He quickly got up and washed up.
After quickly tidying himself up, Kakashi hurried to open the door.
"Kakashi-sensei! You're finally out!"
As soon as the door opened, Sakura's puffed-up face came into view.
Sakura stood in the doorway, hands on her hips. "We've been waiting for you at the training grounds for ages! We agreed to meet first thing this morning, but Kakashi-sensei, you overslept again!"
She pouted and complained.
Sasuke, standing beside him, stood with his arms crossed, saying nothing, but seemed somewhat absent-minded.
Faced with Sakura's complaint, Kakashi could only scratch the back of his head sheepishly and say apologetically, "Ahaha, I'm so sorry, I was really late today."
He laughed and joked, but his keen eyes noticed that Sasuke seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
The young man's brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his dark eyes. He clearly had something on his mind but was hesitant to speak.
Kakashi asked, "Sasuke, what's wrong? Is there something you don't understand about the Chidori I've been teaching you these past few days?"
Sasuke shook his head upon hearing this, pursing his lips as if he were organizing his thoughts.
He hesitated for a moment before speaking, "It's not about cultivation."
A rare hint of unease crept into the boy's calm voice. "I want to ask Kakashi-sensei, last night—did you enter that dream world? I slept soundly until dawn yesterday, but I didn't enter the dream world, and I didn't even appear in the audience seats. I'm a little worried—"
At this point, Sasuke's voice softened, and he stopped speaking as if he felt embarrassed, but the worry on his face could not be hidden. Kakashi was stunned, and then understood Sasuke's concerns.
"So that's what you were worried about." Kakashi reached out and patted Sasuke on the shoulder, reassuring him, "Don't worry, there shouldn't be any problems with the dream world."
"I went in yesterday."
"I see—"
Sasuke nodded thoughtfully, but the unease hadn't completely dissipated. "From the beginning until now, I've never been completely excluded, so I—"
"I understand, but you really don't need to overthink it. I entered a dream yesterday, and the main character in last night's dream was—cough, an old friend of mine, who has nothing to do with you, Sasuke."
Kakashi patted Sasuke's head and told him a conclusion he had deduced: "It's possible that only those who have a certain friendly relationship with the protagonist of the dream will become the audience. For example, Iruka, Hinata, and Namino, they all have some connection with you."
"Friendly relations?"
Sasuke paused for a moment upon hearing this, then suddenly realized what was going on. Thinking back, it seemed to be true.
I never imagined that there would be such a pattern in that dream.
Fortunately, as long as there are no problems in the dream world, that's all that matters. At this moment, Sakura blinked, tilted her head, and asked, "Kakashi-sensei, according to what you're saying, something seems a bit off."
"Huh?" Kakashi didn't immediately understand. "Is something wrong?"
Sasuke suddenly realized something, and he and Sakura exchanged a glance, their expressions turning strange.
Sasuke remained silent for a moment, then a deep chill and hatred flashed in his dark eyes. He raised his head, staring intently at Kakashi, and said in a low voice, "Kakashi-sensei, do you remember that masked guy from the dream?"
A guy wearing a mask?!
Kakashi's heart skipped a beat, and his relaxed expression suddenly froze.
He nodded slightly, his left eyebrow furrowing involuntarily, a strong sense of foreboding rising up his spine.
Of course he remembers.
The first time I entered the dream space, I had a brief fight with that mysterious masked man, which resulted in me losing an eye in the dream!
Kakashi took a deep breath, his voice becoming hoarse: "Why did you suddenly bring this up—?"
Sasuke clenched his fists silently, his eyes filled with suppressed resentment and complex emotions.
He looked directly at Kakashi and said, word by word, "Kakashi-sensei, that guy was in the audience when you entered that dream."
"What?!"
Kakashi's pupils constricted sharply, as if he had been struck by lightning!
When he entered, the masked man...
You were in the audience before?!
In that instant, Kakashi's mind went completely blank.
He swayed and stumbled back half a step, his back slamming heavily against the wall before he could barely stand.
Kakashi Hatake, the elite Jonin of Konoha and the "Copy Ninja," felt dizzy and unsteady upon hearing the news.
Meanwhile, in Kikyo Town near Konoha Village, Naruto was undergoing intense special training.
Naruto stood panting in the center of the field, covered in sweat but absent-minded.
He formed a hand seal and pressed it to the ground: "Spirit Summoning Technique!"
A loud "!" was heard.
However, when the white mist dissipated, there was nothing on the ground.
Clearly, this round of cultivation failed because of distraction.
On the sidelines, Jiraiya stood under the shade of a tree with his arms crossed, observing the scene. He frowned upon seeing this. "Hey, kid! What's wrong with you today?"
"You've been distracted ever since, making one mistake after another!" Jiraiya shouted.
Upon hearing this, Naruto wiped the sweat from his face and forced a smile at Jiraiya: "Ahaha—no, it's nothing! I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after a rest!"
Xiang, who was standing nearby, stopped her training, pushed up her red-rimmed glasses, and walked over, slightly out of breath. She pursed her lips and asked, "Naruto, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"
Naruto quickly waved his hand: "Really, it's nothing, Xiang, I'm just—"
He scratched his messy blond hair, racking his brains for words, "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night."
And so, I drifted through the day in a daze.
As evening approached, Naruto finally finished his training.
Back at his lodgings, Naruto quickly washed up and went to bed early.
As dusk fell, the orange glow of the setting sun streamed into the room through the window.
Naruto lay on his back on the bed, his hands behind his head, staring blankly at the yellowish ceiling above him.
"What exactly happened last night?"
His mind was in turmoil.
Filled with trepidation and unease, Naruto drifted off to sleep.