bacchusnovels Chapter 206 Runtu: That old bastard Ban is probably still alive.
Chapter 206 Runtu: That old bastard Ban is probably still alive.
Chapter 206 Runtu: That old bastard Ban is probably still alive.
In a secluded stone house in a corner of Rain Village, where the rain never stops.
"Knock knock knock"
A sudden knock on the door broke the silence.
Obito's deep voice came from inside the room: "Come in."
The door was pushed open with a creak, and a dark figure darted in.
The newcomer was none other than Black Zetsu.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few rays of morning light filtering through the window, outlining the silhouette of the person sitting at the table.
Following the faint light, Black Zetsu saw Obito sitting quietly at a wooden table, one hand supporting his chin.
He seemed to have remained in this pensive posture for a long time, motionless.
Only the Sharingan eyes exposed outside the mask flickered with a faint red light, as if lost in thought.
Seeing this, Black Zetsu couldn't help but think to himself, "What's wrong with Obito now?"
However, his face showed no sign of anything amiss.
"Obito, what are you thinking about?"
Upon hearing this, Obito did not answer immediately, remaining silent for a long time.
His single eye was fixed on a spot on the table, his gaze deep and unfathomable, as if he were weighing some important decision.
Black Zetsu didn't make a sound to disturb him, but simply waited quietly by his side, his doubts growing stronger.
After a moment, Obito finally turned his head slowly and stared at Black Zetsu.
In the dim light, his Sharingan glowed faintly.
"Black Zetsu—"
"Did Madara Uchiha leave behind any powerful secret techniques before his death?"
Black Zetsu was taken aback, not expecting the other party to ask such a question.
"A powerful secret technique?"
Black Zetsu subconsciously repeated it, his mind racing as he considered the legacy Madara Uchiha left to Obito.
But as far as I can remember, Madara didn't specifically entrust any techniques to him.
He asked疑惑地问道, "What kind of secret technique are you referring to?"
Obito's gaze sharpened slightly, and he added in a deep voice, "Ideally, it should be a technique that can kill a dozen people in an instant."
His voice was devoid of emotion, but the subtle resentment and longing it conveyed did not escape Black Zetsu's ears.
Black Zetsu was even more pleased upon hearing this, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.
If Madara Uchiha really left behind such a secret technique, he would have given it to Obito long ago. Why would he have kept it hidden?
He's not an Uchiha!
Black Zetsu wondered to himself, "Why are you asking this?"
Upon hearing this, Obito raised his head, a hint of impatience flashing between his brows.
Instead of answering Black Zetsu's question directly, he said to himself, "Lately, I've become increasingly dissatisfied with my strength and need to find a way to improve it further."
Black Zetsu was even more confused and couldn't help but ask, "Have we encountered an opponent that even Kamui can't defeat?"
Black Zetsu knew that Obito's eye technique "Kamui" was almost unbeatable, and ordinary enemies posed no threat to him.
Judging from Obito's tone now, it seems that he is starting to doubt his own strength, which is quite unusual.
"Hmph." Obito's face darkened, and he did not answer directly.
"Kamui's power is invincible, that's without a doubt. I just feel that it would be more beneficial for the implementation of the plan if we could avoid relying too much on Kamui."
He gave a perfunctory explanation.
Seeing his expression, Black Zetsu rolled his eyes inwardly: This is utter nonsense!
Lately, Obito has been busy with various things, but it's unclear what he's been up to.
However, he absolutely did not contribute to the Eye of the Moon project.
Black Zetsu even began to suspect that Obito might have forgotten about this mission.
Although Black Zetsu was internally complaining, he calmly continued to persuade Obito, "Obito, Madara didn't leave behind any secret techniques, but many Uchiha ninjutsu, when practiced to a certain level, are quite powerful. Even a simple Great Fire Annihilation Technique seems to have considerable destructive power."
After hearing Black Zetsu's reply, Obito Uchiha remained silent for a moment before letting out a long sigh.
Fire Release?
It seems difficult to kill the enemy.
He slowly rose, draped the black robe hanging on the back of the chair over his shoulders, shook his head, and walked toward the door.
"never mind."
Obito said in a muffled voice, revealing a hint of disappointment and resentment.
The village of Amegakure was shrouded in a light drizzle in the early morning.
Raindrops pattered on the eaves and the bluestone ground, making a soft, rustling sound.
Obito stood at the doorway and looked up at the gray sky. Cool, damp rain fell on his orange swirl mask and trickled down its outline.
He took a deep breath, letting the cold rain dispel the restlessness in his heart, but the scenes from last night's dream involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
Black Zetsu followed quietly behind him without saying a word.
That Kakashi.
Beating him is definitely not that easy.
After all, he didn't have a father like Sakumo Hatake to teach him.
Especially when he recalled the scene in his dream where Rin looked at Kakashi with eyes full of surprise and admiration, Obito felt as if his heart was being torn apart.
He closed his eyes, letting the rain lash against his body.
He had experienced a time when he was inferior to Kakashi, but in that incredibly realistic world, Kakashi became even stronger.
What does he have to compete with Kakashi with?
If Madara Uchiha were still alive...
Madara Uchiha's strength was undoubtedly superior to Sakumo Hatake's.
If he could receive his personal guidance, Obito stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking, freezing in place as if struck by a sudden inspiration and falling into a brief daze.
Black Zetsu noticed that Obito's previously dejected and low spirits had suddenly changed, and his scarlet pupils were now shining with excitement.
"Obito?" Black Zetsu called out cautiously, somewhat unsure of the reason for his sudden change in emotion.
Obito ignored Black Zetsu.
That dream I had yesterday.
Based on the timeline there, it seems that Madara Uchiha is indeed still alive!
Then can't he do it?
Konoha Village.
"Ugh—"
The silver-haired man on the bed let out a low groan and slowly opened his sleepy eyes.
Kakashi sat up, raised his hand and rubbed his slightly messy silver hair, still looking a bit sleepy.
He opened the window and found that it was already bright outside. He could hear the laughter of two or three pedestrians on the street. A new day had begun.
Kakashi gazed at the clear sky outside the window, but the bizarre dream he had experienced the previous night resurfaced in his mind.
He rested his forehead on one hand, reliving the scenes from his dream, and couldn't help but sigh softly, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
Last night in my dream, the lightning release technique that my younger self used was just like the complete "Chidori"!
It can be used perfectly without relying on the Sharingan.
Kakashi, the Copy Ninja who has copied thousands of ninjas,
Kakashi has excellent judgment.
Naturally, he easily figured out the principle behind Kakashi's technique in yesterday's dream.
Like the Chidori, it possesses both morphological and property-related changes.
However, that technique was clearly more ingenious in its use, and not only was it more powerful.
Furthermore, he avoided the drawback of Chidori being "too fast to see the enemy clearly and thus vulnerable to counterattack" in a way he was unaware of.
Thinking back to this, Kakashi gave a wry smile.
That dream...
This wasn't his first time going in.
However, the time he spent training with his father was still too short, and he didn't have time to learn many things.
A gentle breeze swept by, and Kakashi's silver hair fluttered lightly in the morning air. He gazed at the gradually bustling streets, but his thoughts drifted far away.
"Next time I enter a dream, I must find a chance to learn that move!"
Time flies.
Before you know it, a day has passed.
As the last rays of the setting sun bathed the western side of Konoha, Jiraiya stood atop the wall, his expression solemn, facing the wind.
Immediately afterwards, he took a deep breath and took out a light gray scroll from his ninja tool bag.
Above the scroll, there is a blue round fan.
It is the clan crest of the Uchiha clan.
Jiraiya unrolled the scroll.
"Boom!" With a muffled sound, white smoke rose into the air.
The moment the smoke cleared, a piercing cawing sound rang out, and a crow flapped its wings and appeared in front of Jiraiya.
Jiraiya stuffed an iron pipe containing a secret letter into the crow's mouth.
The crow tilted its head back and swallowed it, its small eyes darting around before flapping its wings and flying westward, disappearing into the dim sky in an instant.
Jiraiya watched the messenger crow disappear into the distance, remaining silent for a long time.
A gentle evening breeze blew across the city wall, causing his red feather robe and long hair to flutter wildly.
After a long silence, Jiraiya sighed softly and muttered to himself, "Orochimaru, since there's still a chance to win you back, I will never give up."
As he said this, a look of reminiscence and pain flashed in his eyes, but it quickly softened.
"I will definitely bring you back!"
He believed that things might not be as difficult as Tsunade thought.
If before yesterday he had thought that rescuing Orochimaru from the Akatsuki was an extremely difficult task with a near-certain death, then the scene he saw in his dream last night opened up a new perspective for him.
Last night in his dream, Nagato's attitude towards Kakashi gave Jiraiya a glimpse of new possibilities.
Nagato showed a certain degree of goodwill and trust towards Kakashi.
"Perhaps we can get Kakashi to do this."
However, he immediately frowned slightly, a few concerns creeping into his heart.
This line of thinking is sound, but right now, Kakashi and Nagato's bond is probably far from strong enough.
"Everything will take time."
He had been thinking about it all day, weighing all the possibilities.
Ultimately, Jiraiya decided to send out the message first to buy himself some valuable time.
That's right, the crow was the means of communication that Itachi Uchiha had given him.
In the letter, Jiraiya inquired about Itachi's recent activities regarding the Akatsuki organization, while also emphasizing that Itachi should try to investigate and stabilize Orochimaru's situation.
After all, Orochimaru is now a prisoner captured by Itachi himself. If Itachi is willing to delay the punishment, he can buy Orochimaru some time to maneuver.
Night fell again in the blink of an eye, and countless stars climbed into the sky.
After a long wait, the two cooldown timers on the system panel were finally reset to zero!
The cooldown times for trial tickets and secondary dungeons have been reset.
At the same time, deep within the dungeon of Amegakure, a solitary figure lay expressionless on the damp floor in a cell.
For Orochimaru, who was trapped in TuTu, today was just another day of being forgotten.
He closed his eyes to rest, his thoughts drifting, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep again.
When Orochimaru opened his eyes again, he found that the scene before him was completely different.
What came into view was a rather familiar hospital ward.
The ward was very clean and tidy, with two rows of neat beds placed side by side, and an unconscious man lying on each bed.
Their eyes were closed, IV lines were inserted into their arms, and medicine was being administered. The entire ward was very quiet.
Orochimaru felt a slight sense of satisfaction, and then he understood.
He entered that dream again.
Moreover, this is Konoha's secret underground research base!
Before his defection, he was in charge of human experimentation sites for research on the cells of the First Hokage, Hashirama.
The familiar surroundings and layout instantly transported him back to that crazy era many years ago.
However, unlike what I remembered, everything here seemed too peaceful and serene.
In his memory, the base should have been filled with the painful screams of the test subjects.
The walls and floors were covered with a network of cracks caused by the rampaging Wood Release technique, and the cracks were filled with bloodstains and bits of flesh that could not be washed off.
Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, letting out a low, enigmatic chuckle: "Heh... So this is today's dream? Right when the Hashirama cell experiment had just begun?"
This is the second time Orochimaru has entered this strange dream.
Unlike his initial resistance, this time he no longer felt the same aversion and discomfort as he had during his first experience.
On the contrary, after his previous dream experience, his resistance to dreams had long since dissipated, replaced by a strange sense of anticipation.
After all, his previous dream experience wasn't bad.
A playful glint flashed in Orochimaru's golden vertical pupils.
"Let me see what interesting things await me this time!"
Orochimaru straightened his pristine white lab coat, glanced around the empty ward, and strolled leisurely forward.
As Orochimaru passed each hospital bed, he would glance down at the experimental subject lying on it.
These people were of different ages and included both men and women, but without exception, they all had their eyes closed, their complexions were rosy, and they were sleeping peacefully.
These test subjects look too stable.
"Has the experiment not started yet?"
"Um?"
Orochimaru's gaze was inadvertently drawn to something.
He stopped beside a hospital bed, extended his long, pale fingers, and took a file folder from the shelf above the bed.
Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, the name of the experimental project was clearly written on the cover of the file folder.
"Hehe—I really miss those days."
Orochimaru, upon seeing the familiar words, couldn't help but crinkle his eyes and let out a low chuckle.
As expected, the experiments being conducted here were related to the cells of the First Hokage, Hashirama.
He then opened the folder and began to look through the experimental records inside.
After reading only a few lines, Orochimaru's smile faltered slightly, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
The experimental procedure recorded in the logbook was almost identical to the one he had used when he first encountered intercolumnar cells.
Contrary to his earlier assumption that it hadn't started yet, the experiment had already gone through three stages.
"Strange—." Orochimaru muttered under his breath.
How could the test subjects from the three processes look like this?
Orochimaru examined it carefully.
These procedures were the initial experimental plan he personally devised, but the problem was that his eyes moved quickly and soon caught an unusual piece of data.
The intercolumnar cell injection dosage recorded in the file was pitifully small, less than one-tenth of the dosage he used in his original experiment!
"?" Orochimaru exclaimed in surprise.
He stopped and stared intently at the line of numbers, thinking he was seeing things.
However, after checking it several times, the result was always the same.
The number of intercolumnar cells injected into this experimental subject was so small as to be almost perfunctory!
[Ding! Orochimaru's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +500!]
A flash of anger crossed Orochimaru's eyes, and his face darkened.
Although he knew he was in a dream, his rigorous attitude toward scientific research made him unable to tolerate such "nonsense".
Anyone who dares to modify the experimental plan he set is committing a desecration of his research.