Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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Kabuto and Orochimaru.

A mountain breeze swept by, stirring up wisps of thin mist.

Orochimaru stood atop the mountain, looking down at the winding canyon below.

Her long hair clung slightly to her cheeks in the humid air, and her golden snake eyes narrowed, radiating a cold light.

In the silence, only his hoarse, deep voice could be heard: "Kabuto! Is the intelligence reliable?"

Kabuto smiled slightly and bowed respectfully to the man beside him: "Yes, the information is absolutely reliable."

His glasses gleamed with the faint light of dawn, and his eyes were full of confidence.

He was well aware of the significance of this intelligence to Orochimaru.

Upon hearing this, Orochimaru's gloomy face revealed a satisfied smile, and he let out a cryptic chuckle: "Heh...that's good."

The two waited quietly on the mountaintop from dawn until noon.

As time passed, the mountain mist gradually dissipated, and the damp, cold air was filled with the smell of moss and decaying leaves.

The sound of a babbling brook drifted from afar, occasionally broken by the cawing of a crow.

Kabuto Yakushi remained quietly standing not far behind Orochimaru, his eyes occasionally glancing down at the mountain path below.

Orochimaru sat cross-legged on a rock, eyes closed, like a patient venomous snake waiting for its prey to walk into its trap.

As the sun peeked through the clouds, casting a faint light, Kabuto's pupils contracted.

Through his binoculars, he saw two figures, one tall and one short, slowly walking towards the end of the winding mountain road.

"Lord Orochimaru, they've arrived!"

Orochimaru opened his eyes upon hearing this, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips: "So you've finally arrived?"

He slowly stood up, his thin yet imposing figure rising to his feet. With a flick of his sleeves, he looked down at the people below.

At the entrance to the canyon, two figures dressed in black robes with red clouds were seen heading towards Rain Village.

It was Itachi Uchiha and Kisame Hoshigaki, members of Akatsuki.

A flicker of fanaticism and greed flashed in Orochimaru's golden eyes.

He stuck out his scarlet tongue and gently licked his lips, then his hands quickly formed hand seals.

"hiss……"

A strange murmur escaped from his mouth, and Orochimaru suddenly spread his arms wide, his voice rising sharply: "Ten Thousand Snakes Formation!"

In an instant, chakra surged wildly on the mountaintop.

The once tranquil mountain forest suddenly erupted in chaos. Countless brightly colored venomous snakes appeared out of nowhere and rained down from the sky like a torrential downpour, slamming into the two travelers at the bottom of the valley!

Each snake writhed menacingly, its fangs bared, emitting a chilling hissing sound.

In the blink of an eye, the mountains and fields were filled with the shadows of snakes, swallowing up the tall and short figures like a nightmare.

Uchiha Itachi and Kisame Hoshigaki, who were traveling through the mountain stream, were caught off guard when a rain of snakes from all directions made the surroundings dark and sticky.

However, these two battle-hardened ninjas were no ordinary people.

Kisame grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and with a ferocious laugh, swung Samehada and slashed fiercely!

"boom--"

The giant sword swept across, instantly smashing several giant snakes that rushed towards him into a bloody pulp.

The weasel frowned slightly, slipped, and floated back several steps, avoiding a serpentine shadow falling straight down from above.

At the same time, he rapidly formed hand seals with one hand, took a deep breath, and suddenly opened his mouth to exhale a burst of blazing sparks: "Fire Release: Phoenix Flower Technique!"

Countless sparks swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into more than a dozen fireballs that shot out in all directions like dazzling fireworks, igniting all the venomous snakes that lunged at them!

"Bah-"

With a burnt smell, dozens of venomous snakes were burned to a crisp, rolling on the ground and turning into ashes.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning flesh, making one almost nauseous.

In an instant, Itachi and Kisame effortlessly neutralized most of the serpent formation that filled the sky.

Itachi cautiously looked around. The Phoenix Flame seemed effortless just now, but the moment he used chakra, a familiar dull and stabbing pain came from his chest, and a sweet, metallic taste rose in his throat.

Itachi frowned slightly, covered his lips with his hand, and tried his best to suppress the urge to cough.

He knew his physical condition and could not reveal any weakness to the enemy.

However, before he could swallow back the surging blood in his mouth, a thought suddenly struck him—

A familiar yet dangerous aura was emanating from above.

Itachi suddenly raised his head, his scarlet Sharingan locking onto the top of the cliff.

A figure appeared among the treetops above!

Bathed in the dim light of day, those upright golden pupils stood out starkly, like lurking venomous snakes that sent chills down one's spine.

“…Orochimaru!” Itachi murmured the name, his voice as cold as ice.

It really was him—

Who else but this persistent, venomous snake would resort to such a disgusting tactic?

The figure lightly touched the branch with its toes and suddenly swooped down from the height.

Orochimaru crossed his arms and glanced at Itachi and Kisame.

Finally, his gaze settled on Itachi, and a sinister smile crept onto his lips.

"Long time no see... Ichi-san."

He stuck out his long tongue and licked his lips, looking both smug and pleased.

The moment Orochimaru saw Itachi, he knew the information was correct.

Itachi's complexion was so bad that it could no longer be concealed, and he was clearly terminally ill.

Orochimaru was overjoyed.

Itachi ultimately fell into his hands.

Upon seeing this, Kisame immediately and warily held his sword in front of Itachi: "Orochimaru!"

"You traitor, how dare you show your face!"

Kisame grinned maliciously, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "Perfect timing! The organization has been offering a bounty for your ring. Capturing you will be a hefty reward!"

As Kisame spoke, he lifted Samehada and stepped forward.

However, Itachi slightly raised his hand, signaling Kisame to calm down.

At this moment, Itachi's dark eyes were fixed on the tall, slender figure in front of him, his gaze as cold as ice.

"Orochimaru."

He repeated the enemy's name in a deep voice, his lips pressed into a cold, straight line. There were no pleasantries or greetings, only murderous intent permeating the air.

Orochimaru completely disregarded Kisame.

He simply stared down at Itachi, his smile growing increasingly sinister.

Their gazes clashed fiercely in mid-air, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment.

Orochimaru spoke first, his voice hoarse with pleasure: "Uchiha Itachi... judging from your complexion, you probably won't live much longer, will you?"

He was like a snake excitedly flicking its tongue at its dying prey, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the weasel's haggard, pale face.

Upon hearing this, Itachi's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

No wonder Orochimaru dared to come looking for him!

It turns out that Orochimaru already knew he was seriously ill.

But... a hint of confusion flashed through Itachi's mind.

His illness had only flared up for a few days, yet Orochimaru had already received the news.

Where did he get this information from?

Konoha?

Or is it Xiao?

Thinking of this, Itachi's eyes flashed even colder.

He stared intently at the repulsive face before him, his mind racing as he weighed the options.

If there is one person in the ninja world that Itachi desperately wants to eliminate, it is none other than Orochimaru.

This madman, who would stop at nothing to achieve immortality and power, never hides his greedy covetousness for the Sharingan.

Now, only he and Sasuke remain of the Uchiha clan openly, making Orochimaru's objective self-evident.

Itachi's gaze was sharp as a knife, his whole body tense, and his chakra flowed silently within him. He was already considering whether he should risk worsening his condition to eliminate this threat.

After all, the chances of meeting Orochimaru are really few and far between.

"Itachi."

Orochimaru's tone was drawn out, his narrow pupils filled with mockery and greed. His voice suddenly turned gentle and coaxing as he slowly said, "How about we make a deal? — Hand over yourself obediently, and I might take pity on you and spare your brother's life. What do you say?"

Upon hearing this, Itachi's pupils contracted sharply, and the tomoe in his eyes spun rapidly for a moment.

His face suddenly darkened, and a suppressed killing intent rose from his body.

"Sasuke..."

He murmured his brother's name, his voice carrying a dangerous chill.

As expected, this guy also had designs on Sasuke!

"Hehe, how about it? This is a good deal, isn't it?"

Orochimaru's smile deepened as he saw Itachi's expression change.

A resolute look flashed in Itachi Uchiha's eyes, and he said no more.

He suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again!