Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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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 is information that Kakashi personally sent his ninja dogs all the way from afar, and it even used the Earth Release method, which shows how careful he was in keeping it 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, wouldn't it be easy to get firsthand information about the Akatsuki?

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...it 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.

……

Yuyin 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.

"White Zetsu... how dare he hide right next to me all this time?!"

Obito lowered his voice and slammed his fist against the wall next to him.

He smashed a thin crack into the solid wall!

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.

"Ze! Come out!" Obito shouted sharply, his voice echoing in the empty room.

It was quiet all around, and no one answered him.

However, Obito knew that the other party 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 yelling about so early in the morning?" Zetsu's sinister voice rang out, sounding quite surprised.

"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 stepped back from inside the wall, revealing his entire form: "What's wrong with you now?!"

He stared wide-eyed at the strange yellow-green color, not understanding why Obito would suddenly make 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 Jue felt difficulty breathing, and a "gurgling" sound came from 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, and his Sharingan glowed with 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 fire-style 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, "Okay, okay... I'll take you there... Let 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 black chakra conduits—

"Click." The door was gently pushed open, and a young woman with short blue hair walked in quietly.

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, couldn't help but turn his head slightly and ask, "What's wrong?"

Konan hesitated for a moment before asking, "Jiraiya... how is he 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, "Yesterday he drank wine and women all day long, just like always, very much in line with his style. It seems... perhaps he really just happened to be traveling to Amegakure."

"Hmph!" Xiao Nan was taken aback at first, then gave a soft snort, forcing a nonchalant tone as she said, "That unreliable old man! Still the same as before!"

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 slightly 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 manipulation of 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 awakening from his slumber.

He subconsciously and slowly opened his eyes.

However, the sight that came into view made him suddenly freeze in shock!

What came into view was not the cold and dark secret room on the tower of Amegakure, but a small space shrouded in warm, dim light—a simple wooden hut!

"What...what's going on?!" Nagato sat up abruptly, his eyes filled with astonishment.

He stared wide-eyed, looking around incredulously.

Rough wooden walls, low doors and windows, and three simple little beds placed in the corner.