DreamersGN Chapter 177 Nagato: This dream is too real
Chapter 177 Nagato: This dream is too real
Chapter 177 Nagato: This dream is too real
In the audience, Naruto, Sasuke, and Hiruzen Sarutobi were present today.
Three pairs of eyes were fixed on the huge screen in front of them, and each person's face was filled with shock and confusion.
"Huh? What's wrong with Kakashi-sensei?!" Naruto jumped up from his seat, his eyes wide with disbelief.
[Ding! Naruto's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +500!]
Hiruzen Sarutobi was also completely bewildered, and even the well-informed Hokage was somewhat unable to react at this moment.
Sasuke was equally confused.
He stared blankly at the old woman lying on the ground on the screen, then looked at Kakashi who had suddenly made his move.
Why would Kakashi-sensei suddenly attack an old woman who was completely defenseless?
"This doesn't make any sense," Sasuke frowned.
In his mind, Kakashi-sensei was not the kind of person who would randomly hurt innocent people, especially when the target was an old woman who looked unarmed.
In contrast, although Hiruzen Sarutobi was equally surprised, his expression quickly calmed down.
He stared intently at the scene on the screen, recalling Kakashi's past character and style, and guessed in a deep voice, "It seems Kakashi has discovered something."
"What did you discover?" Sasuke was taken aback and turned to look at the Hokage. "Hokage-sama, are you saying—that old lady is suspicious?"
Sarutobi nodded slowly, his sharp gaze never leaving the screen for a moment.
"Kakashi is not an impulsive person; there must be a reason for his sudden action."
"Could it be...?"
Inside the VIP box.
Obito sat on the sofa, staring at the screen, his mind filled with doubt and surprise: "What is Kakashi doing? What's gotten into him?!"
He narrowed his one eye slightly, and he had a rough idea of what Kakashi was trying to do at this moment.
In his dream, he had seen two identical old women!
He suspected that the two elderly women with questionable identities were some kind of transformation technique or disguise, and the biggest suspect was the elusive White Zetsu!
"Could it be—"
Obito's pupils contracted; he had even gone out of his way to subtly probe Black Zetsu about this matter.
However, Black Zetsu simply smiled and brushed it off, leaving him without a definite answer.
At this moment, seeing Kakashi's bizarre behavior again, Obito's doubts grew stronger.
"Two identical old White Zetsu women..." His initially confused expression gradually turned serious. "Did Kakashi also sense something?"
Thinking of this, Obito involuntarily sat up straight, staring intently at the screen, afraid of missing any of the following details.
on the screen.
Young Obito was completely dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events.
He stood there, stunned, for a long time before he came to his senses.
It wasn't until the cold rain dripped from the eaves and hit his cheeks that he jolted awake as if from a dream.
"Kakashi, are you crazy?!" the young Obito roared, pointing at the old woman lying on the ground. "What are you doing?!"
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Kakashi ignored Obito's questions.
He slowly walked towards the fallen "old woman," his brow showing not a trace of guilt or hesitation: "Hmph, Obito—you've been fooled! Look at him closely! Is he even human?!"
His voice boomed like thunder in young Obito's ears.
"Huh—what?!" Obito was stunned. "Not human? What are you talking about, Kakashi?"
He subconsciously followed Kakashi's instructions and slowly shifted his gaze to the old man lying on the ground at his feet.
However, upon seeing this, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his pupils suddenly contracting: "This...this is...!"
The "old lady" on the ground had a deep gash cut open on her back by a sharp blade.
The gash stretched from her neck all the way to her waist, a gruesome and terrifying sight that seemed to split her in two!
But strangely, not a single drop of red blood flowed from such a huge wound!
"No, it's not blood?" The young Obito was horrified by what he saw.
He stared at the wound, only to see that it was not a normal person's red, bloody mess, but rather a strange, deathly white!
A pale white, viscous liquid was slowly seeping out along the edges of the wound, gleaming eerily in the dim light.
Then, something even stranger happened: the "old lady" who had been lying motionless on the ground suddenly began to wriggle!
That thin, hunchbacked body seemed to have lost its disguise, gradually deforming!
Her skin quickly lost its human color, turning deathly pale in the blink of an eye.
The texture of the skin was also twisting, and plant-like patterns were faintly emerging.
In just a few seconds, the old man on the ground was gone, replaced by a pale-faced humanoid monster!
Young Obito was completely dumbfounded.
He stood frozen in place, motionless like a stone, his gaze trembling slightly as he followed Kakashi's movements.
Kakashi quickly stepped forward and arrived beside the hundred-colored monster.
He raised a foot and kicked the limp corpse without any politeness, turning it over.
The two finally saw the monster's true form: it was a humanoid creature, pure white, with strange patterns on its skin that resembled tree bark.
What's most chilling is its face: instead of facial features, it has an exaggerated swirling spiral.
The spiral-shaped face coils and converges from the edges to the center, leaving only a dark, round hole in the center of the face, gazing into the void like a deep, single eye.
It looked like a bizarre mask sculpted from white clay, sending chills down your spine at first glance.
Inside the VIP box.
"White Zetsu!"
Obito's pupils dilated suddenly in the private room, and he abruptly stood up from his seat!
He stared intently at the familiar yet repulsive vortex-like face on the screen, his mind churning with turmoil.
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Obito have been detected! Emotional value +1000!]
"It really is a White Zetsu! And it's that chattering White Zetsu from Uzumaki!!"
Obito let out an incredulous growl, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.
Although he had suspected it for a long time, when the truth was laid bare before him, he was still deeply shocked and filled with rage.
Clearly, Madara Uchiha's rescue of him was not simply a matter of him being found by chance near his tunnel.
It was premeditated!
Obito clenched his fist involuntarily.
He remembered Kakashi's plan to investigate the Land of Grass!
Has Kakashi already discovered something?
Meanwhile, Sasuke and Hiruzen Sarutobi in the regular audience seats also got a clear look at the monster.
Sasuke jumped to his feet, exclaiming in shock, "This is actually that monster who can disguise himself as someone else?!"
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Sasuke have been detected! Emotional value +1000!]
Hiruzen Sarutobi's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "It's this thing?!"
"Third Hokage, do you know this guy?" Naruto couldn't help but swallow hard and asked cautiously.
Hiruzen Sarutobi nodded slowly, a wry smile on his face.
He stared intently at the screen.
Orochimaru!
Have you really fallen this low?!
After the rain stopped, it was bright daylight.
The relentless drizzle continued to fall from the leaden sky, enveloping the entire Rain Village in a damp and chilly atmosphere. Puddles splashed and ripples spread, while water gushed along the drainage ditches beside the roads.
In the dim, gloomy light, the residents on both sides of the street hurried along, all with their heads down, unwilling to linger in the rain for even a moment longer.
Jiraiya, sporting messy silver hair, walked out from the entrance of an inconspicuous brothel.
"Yawn!" He let out a long yawn and casually pulled up his hood to cover his face.
After a sleepless night of "investigation," this lecherous immortal looked quite tired, with faint dark circles under his eyes, and seemed listless.
Jiraiya unconsciously stretched, his bones cracking all over.
He spent the entire night in this brothel in Amegakure, hoping to gather some information, but the people there were all very tight-lipped, and no matter how he tried to get information out of them, he couldn't get a single useful word out of them.
Aside from financial ruin and emotional emptiness, he gained almost nothing.
"Sigh, all that work for nothing."
Jiraiya shook his head and sighed, stretching his aching back as he stepped into the rain.
Large raindrops slid down the brim of his straw hat, but he seemed oblivious as he muttered, "Oh well, I guess I'll just have to find another place to scout. Hopefully, I'll run into someone who's more open-minded, otherwise this old body of mine can't take it."
Jiraiya made a self-deprecating remark, but in his heart he was already thinking about where to go next.
Just as he was about to turn into another street, suddenly, the ground beneath his feet swelled up slightly!
"Huh?!" Jiraiya stopped abruptly, all signs of fatigue vanished, and he became alert.
He keenly sensed a familiar chakra fluctuation coming from underground.
It can't be wrong!
Jiraiya's expression changed slightly as he quickly glanced around.
After confirming that no one was paying attention nearby, he darted into a quiet alley and held his breath, waiting for something to happen.
Suddenly, the muddy ground at the entrance of the alley surged like boiling water.
The next second, with a "whoosh," a red greyhound emerged from the ground!
The ninja dog shook its head, shaking off most of the mud and water from its body.
It wore a Konoha ninja headband around its neck!
Jiraiya was overjoyed upon seeing this and quickly stepped forward, greeting him in a low voice, "Blackie, it's you! Did Kakashi send you to deliver information?"
The red-haired ninja dog barked softly and nodded with bright, intelligent eyes.
Then it lifted its rear end and wiggled, taking out a sealed roll from a specially made small sleeve on its back and handing it to Jiraiya.
"Well done!" Jiraiya patted the ninja dog's wet head approvingly, then carefully took the scroll and tucked it into his pocket.
Seeing that its mission was accomplished, Red Dog immediately understood and submerged back into the ground, disappearing in a flash.
The alleyway fell silent again, with only the patter of raindrops hitting the ground.
Jiraiya waited cautiously for a few seconds, making sure there was nothing else unusual nearby, before hiding in a corner and taking out the scroll.
He focused his attention on his surroundings and gently untied the seal and knot on the scroll.
"Let me see, Kakashi, what good stuff you've brought me." Jiraiya muttered to himself with a smile, then slowly unrolled the scroll and carefully browsed its contents.
Jiraiya's gaze swept across the scroll, and his spirits immediately lifted. The information recorded on the scroll contained a series of details about Itachi Uchiha's last return to Konoha, as well as some secrets related to the Akatsuki organization!
"Oh?!" Jiraiya was increasingly surprised as he looked, and his previous weariness vanished.
His pupils suddenly contracted when his gaze swept over a particular line: "Uchiha Itachi is actually a spy for Konoha?!"
Remember a few days ago.
In Konoha, Itachi Uchiha used Amaterasu directly on Naruto, a decisive and ruthless act that Jiraiya still remembers vividly.
Jiraiya recalled their previous encounter and Itachi's actions at the time, never expecting that such a significant secret was hidden behind it all.
Immediately afterwards, he saw that the scroll also contained some information about the Akatsuki organization.
Although the content is not very detailed, it does point out some of the distribution of members and the organization's purpose.
After reading the last line, Jiraiya let out a long sigh of relief and rolled up the scroll again to hide it away.
This reading had a profound impact on him; even though he had weathered many storms, his heart was still filled with turbulent emotions.
"Itachi is an undercover agent - no wonder he acted that way in the Land of Grass."
Jiraiya murmured to himself, recalling the various details, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.
However, after calming down, he couldn't help but have some doubts: "Could the intelligence be true?"
It's no wonder he was worried; it was just too bizarre.
However, Jiraiya quickly shook his head, a smile appearing on his lips: "This information was personally sent by Kakashi's ninja dogs from afar, and it even used the Earth Release method, which shows how carefully it was kept secret. There's no reason it could be fake."
Having confirmed the authenticity of the information, Jiraiya quickly came up with a bold idea.
Since there is a spy like Itachi within the Akatsuki organization, wouldn't it be a waste of time for me to search aimlessly outside?
If we just find a way to contact Itachi, we can easily get firsthand information about the Akatsuki organization!
Jiraiya thought about it more and more and felt that this plan was feasible.
Because of Orochimaru, he had some understanding of the Akatsuki organization and knew that Itachi Uchiha was one of the official members of the Akatsuki and held a high position.
If we could get in touch with Itachi, we might be able to infiltrate the Akatsuki organization directly, saving us countless troubles.
"Hehe, looks like this intelligence-gathering mission will be pretty easy!"
Jiraiya couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a relaxed and smug smile.
Rain-Hidden Village.
morning.
Inside Obito's room.
Obito suddenly opened his eyes, waking up from his dream!
He suddenly sat up in bed, his chest heaving rapidly.
The thought of what he had seen in his dream last night made his face darken involuntarily, and his eyes burned with anger.
"How dare White Zetsu hide right next to me all this time?!"
Obito lowered his voice and punched the wall next to him hard. The hard wall was cracked by his punch!
Clearly, he was furious about the truth he discovered in his dream.
He quickly dressed, put on the tiger-skin mask with a "whoosh," and disappeared from the room like a ghost.
In the next instant, he had already flashed into a dark hall at the bottom of the tower.
"Zero! Come out!" Obito shouted sharply, his voice echoing in the empty room.
All was quiet, and no one responded to him. However, Obito knew that the other person was definitely watching him from the shadows.
His eyes turned cold, and he cut to the chase, demanding, "Where are the White Zetsu now?!"
In the shadows, the patterns on the wall seemed to twist, and then a black and white human figure slowly emerged halfway out of the wall.
"Oh? Obito, what are you doing so early in the morning?" Zetsu's sinister voice rang out, sounding quite strange.
"Look me in the eyes! Answer me!" Obito was too lazy to waste words, his gaze shooting towards Black Zetsu like a knife.
After a moment's hesitation, Zetsu finally spoke, "The White Zetsu are currently hiding underground in Iwagakure. A while ago, Jiraiya suddenly started wandering around near Kusagakure for some reason. Luckily, I discovered it early and had them moved away in time."
Seeing the unfriendly look in Obito's eyes, he quickly added, "They're safe now. Why are you suddenly looking for them?"
"Take me to them! Now, immediately!" Obito ordered in a deep voice.
Black Zetsu was taken aback by these words and involuntarily retreated from the wall, revealing his entire form: "What's wrong with you now?!"
He stared wide-eyed at Obito's strange yellow-green eyes, not understanding why Obito had suddenly made such a request.
"Enough with the nonsense!" A flash of ferocity appeared in Obito's eyes, and his figure vanished abruptly.
Black Zetsu only felt a blur before his eyes, and before he could react, a powerful hand had already gripped his neck tightly!
"Ugh!" Black Zetsu cried out as he was lifted off the ground.
He reached out to resist, but it was all in vain.
"I said, take me to see White Zetsu! Didn't you understand?!"
Obito pinned Black Zetsu firmly against the wall with one hand, his voice behind the mask low and fierce, filled with uncontrollable rage.
Black Zetsu felt difficulty breathing and made a "gurgling" sound in his throat.
He had never seen Obito so out of control, and was both shocked and furious.
"What the hell is wrong with this bastard?!" Black Zetsu cursed inwardly, but forced a dry laugh and raised his hands in surrender, saying, "Ahem—calm down, Obito! Let's talk this out."
"Hmph!" Obito snorted coldly, not letting go at all, his Sharingan glowing a dangerous red light in the eye holes behind the mask.
He leaned closer to Black Zetsu, his voice sounding like he was about to unleash a fiery attack: "Don't force me to burn you to ashes, take me there now!"
Locked onto by that chilling killing intent, Black Zetsu's heart skipped a beat, finally realizing that Obito was serious this time.
He nodded stiffly and said hoarsely, "Alright, alright, I'll take you—let me go first!"
Inside the central tower of Amegakure.
Meanwhile, in a small room atop the central tower of Amegakure, the dim indicator lights on the instruments went out one by one.
A tall figure rose from the bed connected to a black chakra conduit. "Click." The door was gently pushed open, and a young woman with short blue hair quietly walked in.
It was Konan, the angel of the Akatsuki organization.
"Pain," Konan called softly, then walked straight to Pain's side and began her routine report on the various affairs of Amegakure.
She spoke at a measured pace, explaining the matters that needed to be addressed one by one. Pain listened attentively with a blank expression, occasionally nodding to indicate that he was listening carefully.
A few minutes later, Xiao Nan finally finished explaining the tasks at hand.
However, after finishing her report, she did not immediately take her leave. Instead, she stood there hesitantly, a faint worry lingering between her beautiful brows, as if she had something on her mind.
Pain, observing this, turned his head slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"
Konan hesitated for a moment before asking, "How is Jiraiya now?"
Pain's calm and indifferent expression faltered almost imperceptibly.
"Jiraiya—"
Nagato was suddenly overwhelmed by images of the past, but they ultimately dissipated into a soft, unnoticed sigh.
Tendou nodded slightly and said coldly without any emotion, "He spent the whole day drinking and carousing yesterday, just like always, very much in line with his style. It seems that he really just happened to be traveling to Amegakure."
"Hmph!" Xiao Nan first scoffed, then gave a soft, cold snort, forcing a nonchalant tone as she said, "That unreliable old man! Still the same as ever!"
Pain quietly observed Konan's somewhat indifferent profile, vaguely understanding her inner turmoil.
"Don't worry, Konan." Pain's voice was indifferent, yet reassuring. "I've been monitoring him with the Rain Tiger Free Technique. I'll stop him immediately if there's any sign of trouble."
Xiao Nan nodded gently upon hearing this: "I understand."
Time flies.
The busy day passed quickly, and night fell once again over this rainy village.
That night, after Nagato finished dealing with all the affairs of Akatsuki, his consciousness finally returned to the location of his secret body atop the tower.
The howling night wind blew into the narrow, cold room through the cracks in the window, and the flickering candlelight cast the silhouette of a thin figure in a wheelchair.
This frail, red-haired man is none other than Nagato, the true mastermind behind the Six Paths of Pain.
"Nagato, it's time to rest."
Konan stood beside Nagato, her eyes filled with concern.
She bent down and carefully helped the weak Nagato up, moving him from the cold wheelchair to the soft bed beside him.
Nagato did not refuse his friend's kindness.
He is too tired.
The moment my head hit the pillow, I felt an irresistible wave of drowsiness wash over me.
He slowly closed his eyes and whispered to Xiao Nan, "You should get some rest too."
Xiao Nan gave a soft "hmm," pulled the blanket up for him, and then turned around to blow out the candle.
The room was plunged into darkness, with only the faint sound of raindrops hitting the metal pipes outside the window.
A few seconds later, Nagato's breathing gradually became long and steady, and her consciousness quickly sank into sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, Nagato felt his consciousness gradually awaken from his slumber.
He subconsciously and slowly opened his eyes.
However, the sight that came into view made him suddenly stop!
What came into view was not the cold and dark secret room on the tower of Amegakure, but a simple wooden house in a small space shrouded in warm yellow light!
"What...what's going on?!" Nagato sat up abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He stared wide-eyed, looking around incredulously.
Rough wooden walls, low doors and windows, and three simple little beds placed in the corner.
All of this felt incredibly familiar, as if it came from the depths of his soul.
Nagato's heart trembled violently, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment.
This is the very cozy little house where he, Yahiko, and Konan huddled together to survive the war and received guidance from Jiraiya!
Nagato slowly stood up, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the mottled texture of the wall. The familiar feel and warmth brought tears to his eyes.
"Did I dream about this place again?" Nagato murmured, her voice trembling slightly.
He knew that what he was seeing must be a dream—after all, in reality, the cabin had long been destroyed in the war.
Nagato strode to the center of the room, his gaze sweeping across the room before settling on the opposite wall.
Three rectangular wooden plaques were neatly hung on one side of the wooden house.
The wooden sign is slightly worn, but the three names written in ink at the bottom are still clearly visible: "Nagato", "Yahiko", and "Konan".
That was a "flip-board" that Jiraiya-sensei made for them by hand back then.
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The front of the wooden sign is carved with a cute little green clam, while the back is painted bright red.
At this very moment, the wooden plaque representing "Nagato" is hanging on the wall, with the red side facing outwards.
It means he is at home right now.
The other two wooden plaques, engraved with the names "Yahiko" and "Konan," were both turned upside down to their white sides!
It means they will be back soon.
Nagato touched the wooden plaque in front of him with a nostalgic air.
This wasn't the first time he had dreamed of the little wooden house from back then.
However, when the same cottage scene reappears, it subtly reveals an unusual atmosphere.
"This time seems a little different?"
Nagato looked down at her hands and unconsciously clenched them slightly, feeling the sensation of her nails digging into her palms.
Nagato murmured to herself, "Isn't this dream a little too real?"
[Ding! Nagato's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +200!]