Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master

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In the dead of night, in a mansion in Konoha Village.

Danzo Shimura rolled over and lay down on the bed, pulling the blanket over himself and resting his head on the soft pillow, but he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

He was preoccupied with worries, and a resentment lingered in his heart that he couldn't shake off.

In the dim candlelight, a cold glint flashed in his single eye, and his expression shifted between anger and uncertainty.

"That Hiruzen Sarutobi!" Danzo frowned, muttering a curse under his breath. "I told you long ago that I would handle Orochimaru! Now look what happened, he's run away!"

Thinking about the news he had received during the day, he was furious.

If the Third Hokage had listened to me and handed Orochimaru over to Root, this foolish thing would never have happened!

"Hmph!" Danzo snorted coldly, turned over, still indignant.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He lay there for a long time with a livid face, his mind filled with resentment towards Hiruzen Sarutobi. Finally, he closed his one eye wearily and fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Danzo's eyelashes trembled slightly twice, and then he suddenly opened his eyes.

The first thing I saw was a somewhat unfamiliar ceiling.

Danzo frowned, instinctively sensing that something was amiss—

The color and texture of the ceiling were clearly not the bedroom decor he was familiar with.

Almost instinctively, Danzo sprang to his feet and reached for his cane, which he usually kept by his side, with his right hand.

However, what he touched was not a cold wooden cane, but a soft silk quilt.

"Hmm?" Danzo looked around warily, only to find himself in a bedroom that was both strange and familiar.

It felt familiar because the overall layout of the room was quite similar to his real bedroom.

The rooms were about the same size, and the beds were placed in the same locations.

But what was unfamiliar was that the interior decoration style was completely different. The room was filled with many novel items that he had never seen before, and it was filled with a strange atmosphere of life, which made Danzo feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

What bothered him even more was that there were two small cribs placed on one side of the big bed!

There are two babies sleeping inside.

"Where is this?!" Danzo was filled with doubts, and his vigilance suddenly rose to the extreme.

He was about to get out of bed to check on the crib when he suddenly felt as if there was someone lying next to him!

Danzo's face suddenly darkened, and he abruptly turned to look at his side.

On the other side of the bed, two figures could be vaguely seen curled up under the covers.

"Who goes there?!" Danzo narrowed his one eye and shouted sharply, while grabbing the blanket and yanking it up!

Swish!

The bedding was lifted into the air and fell heavily to the floor.

The next second, what came into Danzo's view were two pale, naked female bodies—

They were two stunningly beautiful women, completely naked!

"!!!!" Danzo's forehead veins throbbed, completely dumbfounded: "???"

Countless questions flooded my mind.

Two naked women sleeping in their own bed?

There were two babies nearby?

[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Shimura Danzo have been detected! Emotional value +500!]

However, Danzo had learned from his previous experience, and he quickly realized that he had entered that strange dream again!

Thinking of this, Danzo quickly calmed down.

Just then, the two women, who had been awakened by Danzo's rough actions, discovered Danzo glaring at them. They were startled at first, but then, as if remembering something, their pretty faces turned pale, and they knelt down on the bed with a thud.

"My lord!" one of them said in a trembling voice, "I don't know if we have served you poorly, please forgive us!"

Another woman followed suit, kowtowing and admitting her mistake, her whole body trembling.

At this moment, the noise they made also woke up the baby in the crib next to them.

"Wow—! Wow wow—!!"

Two loud cries rang out, breaking the tranquility of the early morning.

The baby in the crib started crying loudly because of the noise, and the tender cries echoed throughout the bedroom.

However, the two women kneeling on the bed dared not make the slightest movement, remaining in their prostrate, begging-for-repentance posture, not even daring to glance at their children.

"It's so noisy!!" The incessant crying made Danzo's head throb and his heart even more irritated.

He had now basically figured out the situation—the strange arrangement of the bedroom, the two children…

Everything points to one possibility: he has arrived in Konoha Village, which is controlled by the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze!

Danzo was not stupid after all; he quickly deduced the timeline here based on the information around him.

His face turned extremely pale, and his brows furrowed deeply: "It was actually this dream?!"

His voice was filled with disgust and disappointment.

To be honest, he already knew about the existence of this dream instance from his previous experience as a spectator.

What he disliked most was the "self" in this dream—

Lacking ambition and living a muddled life, he has become a useless person who only knows how to have children!

Standing in this scene, Danzo felt an overwhelming rage with nowhere to vent it.

His face was ashen as he stared at the two women kneeling on the bed, trembling, and the baby crying incessantly behind them. He could no longer suppress his irritation and disgust!

"Get out!" Danzo's face darkened, and he shouted sharply.

[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Shimura Danzo have been detected! Emotional value +600!]

The two women felt as if they had been granted a pardon. Without even bothering to put on their clothes, they got up and ran out of the bedroom.

They stumbled out of bed, hurriedly picking up their kimonos from the floor and wrapping them haphazardly around their bodies.

Danzo stared at their flustered movements, a surge of inexplicable anger rising within him. He slammed his hand on the edge of the bed: "Wait—"

His gaze swept over the two still-wailing babies, and he snapped impatiently, "Take these two annoying things with you!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The two women trembled and nodded repeatedly.

One of them rushed to the crib and picked up a crying baby; the other quickly picked up another child.

The two women hurriedly grabbed their children, not even having time to put on their shoes, and rushed out of the door, practically running away from the bedroom.

boom!

The heavy wooden door was closed.

The room finally returned to silence.

The baby's cries faded away, and my ears finally had some peace and quiet.

Danzo sat alone on the bed, his face dark, but his mind gradually calmed down.

"Tsk."

He snorted and stretched his stiff neck, finding it much easier to move.

Danzo was the only one left in the bedroom.

His face was still pale. He sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought for a long time, his chest rising and falling slightly, still indignant about his own character in the dream.

"Bastard!"

Danzo clenched his fist and slammed it hard against the bedpost beside him, his anger still burning. "Why wasn't it earlier?! Why wasn't it a dream like the last one?!"

He simply couldn't understand why the dream hadn't been set during the Second Shinobi World War this time.

In his view, compared to the petty and stagnant situation before him, earlier points would have been more conducive to him making his mark!

Now, placing him within the context of Minato Namikaze's years in power...

What can he do here?

He recalled the powerful Minato Namikaze and his men in his dream.

Danzo's face was extremely grim.

"Damn it..." Danzo felt increasingly resentful, his chest tight with resentment.

He gritted his teeth and forced out a few words: "Such a dream! It's completely meaningless!"

"Ok?"

Danzo stared down at his right hand, vaguely sensing that something was amiss.

My right arm... was completely unharmed!

From the shoulders to the palms, the skin was warm and the flesh was intact.

Danzo subconsciously moved his fingers a couple of times; his right arm was flexible and strong, without the slightest stiffness or pain.

He then suddenly realized—oh, right.

The Uchiha clan in this world is alive and well, so the person in the dream naturally didn't obtain those Sharingan.

Without the Sharingan transplanted, the right arm naturally did not need to be sealed and suppressed, and thus returned to its normal human form.

"Hmph, that's true..."

at this time--

Suddenly, a bird's chirping came from outside the window: "Coo-coo-coo. Coo-coo-coo."

The bright morning sunlight streamed into the room through the window paper, accompanied by a few ordinary yet slightly special bird calls.

To the average Konoha villager, this was just the usual cooing of pigeons in the early morning, but Danzo froze on the spot when he heard it!

"That voice is?!"

[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Shimura Danzo have been detected! Emotional value +500!]

Danzo opened his one eye wide, his heart skipped a beat, and his emotions, which had just calmed down, surged up again in an instant.