Naruto: Dream Fulfillment Master!
The Sword God of Konoha
In the cozy ramen shop, Shiyu continued basking in the warmth of family-like comfort and the joy brought by his sudden boost in strength.
Meanwhile, things weren't going nearly as smoothly on Naruto's side.
The seventh squad's first official mission day was nothing like what Naruto had imagined—no thrills, no challenges.
Instead, what awaited them were the most trivial, mundane D-rank missions imaginable.
Finding a rich lady's lost cat...
Weeding a farmer's overgrown field...
Walking an old lady's dog...
Painting fences along Konoha's streets...
...
By the end of the day, Naruto felt less like a ninja and more like some kind of handyman.
So when Kakashi finally announced that their mission was over for the day, Naruto couldn't hold back anymore.
"Come on, Kakashi-sensei! You call this a ninja mission?! Catching cats, pulling weeds, walking dogs, painting fences... This is way too boring! I want real missions! You know—the kind where I can show off my skills, protect people, and become a hero, believe it, dattebayo!"
Surprisingly, even Sasuke agreed. Leaning lazily against a tree trunk, his tone icy as ever, he scoffed, "Hmph. These low-level missions do nothing for my training. Just a waste of time."
Sakura, though exhausted, instinctively chimed in, "Yeah, yeah! Kakashi-sensei, when are we getting a real mission, huh?"
Faced with the trio's complaints, Kakashi remained as nonchalant as ever. He scratched his head and let out a lazy chuckle, "Well, well... It's important for rookie genin to build up experience. These basic tasks are part of your ninja training too. Step by step, step by step."
He tossed out the textbook excuse, then quickly added, "Ah, right... I just remembered something personal I need to take care of. Same time, same place tomorrow. Go home, get some rest. Dismissed!"
Before Naruto could even open his mouth to argue, Kakashi poofed away with a body flicker.
"HEY!! KAKASHI-SENSEI!!!" Naruto shouted at the empty air, stomping his feet in frustration.
Sasuke and Sakura both let out a long, helpless sigh.
With no other choice, the three thoroughly drained genin waved each other goodbye and trudged back home.
But Kakashi didn't go home.
He didn't even stop to eat dinner. Instead, he used the body flicker to head straight to one of Konoha's most heavily guarded secret locations—the ANBU's classified archives.
The archive was located deep underground, its entrance guarded by two masked ANBU operatives.
As soon as they spotted Kakashi, one of them immediately stepped forward, bowing respectfully. "Kakashi-senpai."
Kakashi nodded, his expression unusually serious—none of his usual laziness. "I need to check some files."
Sensing the gravity in Kakashi's tone, the ANBU operative didn't dare delay. "Understood! Please, go right in." He promptly unlocked the heavy iron gate leading inside.
Officially, Kakashi had long since left the ANBU to become a squad leader.
But everyone knew that he was still one of the Third Hokage's most trusted operatives, frequently handling confidential missions behind the scenes.
As such, he retained full access to the ANBU's classified archives.
Without another word, Kakashi walked straight in.
The scent of aged parchment and ink filled the air. Nothing had changed. Row after row of massive shelves stretched into the darkness, crammed with scrolls and files containing the village's most sensitive information—ninjutsu techniques, classified reports, and... countless buried secrets.
With practiced ease, Kakashi headed straight to the section labeled "Genjutsu" and began combing through the scrolls one by one.
He was here for one reason only.
To find any clues related to that bizarre dream from the night before.
Because in his gut, he knew...
That wasn't just a dream.
It had to be a sophisticated, extremely rare genjutsu—or perhaps... something even more dangerous. A forbidden technique.
Kakashi meticulously scoured every record related to mental attacks, dream manipulation, memory reading, sensory sharing... even techniques touching on the soul itself.
And yet...
Hours passed. Outside, the sky had long since turned pitch black.
Despite combing through nearly every relevant scroll, Kakashi came up empty-handed.
There was nothing in the entire ANBU archive—no known technique capable of silently dragging multiple people into the same dream, playing back specific memories with absolute precision, altering their content, or even conjuring imagery that the dreamer themselves shouldn't be able to perceive.
"How... How could there be nothing...?"
Late into the night, physically and mentally exhausted, Kakashi finally left the archive and returned to his lonely apartment.
Lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his heart was heavy with frustration and unease.
Not a single clue...
Did this mean the caster's abilities were already beyond what any known ninja technique could explain?
What disturbed Kakashi even more...
Was that the mysterious caster's target...
Seemed to be Naruto.
But why?
Was it because of the Nine-Tails?
Or... was there something deeper, something far more sinister?
His mind churned with unanswered questions. Eventually, exhaustion overtook him. His eyelids grew heavier... heavier... until his consciousness once again began to blur...
A familiar feeling of weightlessness enveloped him.
When Kakashi opened his eyes again—he wasn't surprised in the slightest to find himself back in that strange, dimly lit theater.
"...Sigh." He let out a barely audible breath.
Here we go again.
This time, he wasn't panicking. He didn't bother inspecting his surroundings.
"Once strange, twice familiar." With last night's experience, he was much calmer now.
Glancing around, sure enough—Sasuke and Sakura were already here, both still in their pajamas, seated not far from him with a look that mixed helpless acceptance with curiosity.
It seemed... they'd come to realize this wasn't some dangerous trap, but rather something... inevitable. A rule that couldn't be resisted.
Kakashi gave them a small wave, picked an empty seat, and leaned back, his gaze fixed on the giant, dark screen up front.
If this was like last night...
The screen should turn on soon.
Sure enough—
Not even half a minute passed before—
Fsssh—!
The screen lit up again without warning.
The footage began rolling, and as expected—Naruto was the protagonist.
However...