ebonymovies Chapter 248 My life has been spent wandering, and I only regret not having met a famous teacher.
Chapter 248 My life has been spent wandering, and I only regret not having met a famous teacher.
Chapter 248 My life has been a wandering one, and I only regret that I have never met a great teacher.
in the audience.
Madara Uchiha crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze fixed on Izuna's performance on the screen, his eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of surprise on his face.
This dream—the imitation is quite convincing.
Based on his understanding of his younger brother Izuna, he knew that Izuna's competitive nature would indeed lead him to do such a thing.
However, Madara Uchiha immediately realized a problem.
If Izuna were still alive—given his personality, he would never have abandoned his younger brother and left Konoha alone.
So—in this world where Izuna still lives, what position would he, Uchiha Madara, hold in Konoha?
This thought caused Madara Uchiha's originally contemptuous and indifferent gaze to slightly narrow, and he began to take an interest in exploring this dream world, no longer regarding it merely as a boring farce.
After all, the figure on the screen was none other than Izuna, whom he missed dearly!
Even though Madara Uchiha's heart was as firm as a rock, seeing Izuna reappear before him stirred up some indescribable emotions within him.
In stark contrast to Madara Uchiha's engagement, the three Konoha members on the other side of the audience were not paying much attention to the dream on the screen today.
Their attention was almost entirely focused on Uchiha Madara, who had appeared to the side.
At this moment, the audience seats naturally split into two sections.
On one side was the Konoha camp led by the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, with Jiraiya and Kakashi sitting on either side of him.
All three looked extremely solemn, with Hiruzen Sarutobi's face being particularly gloomy, indicating that he was not at peace.
They watched Madara Uchiha warily, wondering why this legendary ninja had suddenly appeared.
However, Madara Uchiha ignored these probing gazes, having long been accustomed to them.
On the other side, the entire group consisted of members of the Uchiha clan.
Ban sat alone in the front row, his posture seemingly casual and relaxed, yet naturally exuding a profound and dignified presence.
Obito sat diagonally behind Madara, feeling extremely uneasy, as if he were sitting on pins and needles.
Rong remained silent in the corner, his expression unreadable, seemingly detached from the situation.
Kakashi narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly approached Jiraiya, and whispered, "Something's not right—his age is off."
Jiraiya looked surprised upon hearing this and turned to look at Kakashi: "Kakashi, why do you say that?"
Kakashi stared at the figure in the front row, his voice even lower: "I saw Madara Uchiha in Obito's dream last time. More than ten years ago, he was already an old man, frail and wrinkled, on the verge of death! But the Madara who appears here now—is clearly in his prime!"
"According to past patterns, the external form after entering the dream world is based on the physical state in reality."
Jiraiya nodded slowly and said in a deep voice, "These are the rules we've already confirmed. But what he's showing now is clearly—"
"At the peak of his life."
Kakashi picked up the conversation, his voice serious, and asked, "So, what exactly happened?"
Jiraiya's expression turned even more grim, and he slowly said, "There must be more to this than meets the eye."
He and Kakashi exchanged a glance, both seeing deep confusion and wariness in each other's eyes.
There are too many mysteries.
The information contained in the scene before them almost overturned their understanding of reality.
The group exchanged bewildered glances.
On the other side of the audience, Obito sat behind Madara Uchiha, his back taut and straight, his palms sweating profusely.
Even without uttering a word, Madara Uchiha in front of him exuded an invisible, suffocating pressure that almost completely enveloped Obito.
Obito felt targeted. He suppressed his fear and anxiety, trying to appear calm as he attempted to guess what Old Man Deng was thinking.
To everyone's surprise, Madara Uchiha didn't even turn his head, as if the piercing gaze behind him didn't exist at all; he simply stared intently at the screen in front of him.
However, unexpectedly, Madara Uchiha's cold voice suddenly rang out: "Obito—"
"Is there anything you want to say to me?"
"!!"
Upon hearing this, Obito was struck dumb, his body stiffening abruptly.
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Obito have been detected! Emotional value +800!]
He opened his mouth dryly, his voice trembling, and said, "I'm just—a little surprised, how did you—appear in this dream? After all, you—"
"Oh?" Madara Uchiha spoke calmly, still not turning to look at him, his voice carrying a mocking, half-smiling tone. "What, are you disappointed to see me here?"
"Of course not!" Obito was taken aback and quickly denied it, but his voice sounded somewhat guilty.
This guilty conscience stems from two aspects:
Firstly, there has been a recent slackening of efforts.
Obito was well aware that he had indeed been spending most of his energy on things that were not his job, and had made no progress in advancing the "Eye of the Moon" project, which was undoubtedly a serious dereliction of duty.
Secondly, there was the massacre of the Uchiha clan.
After all, the entire Uchiha clan was slaughtered by him and Rin, leaving only a single survivor.
Obito didn't know if Madara Uchiha already knew this secret, nor did he know how Madara would react if he did...
However, to Obito's surprise, Madara Uchiha did not pursue the matter further after his warning-like rhetorical question.
Madara merely gave a dismissive hum and turned his gaze back to the screen, as if his conversation with Obito had been nothing more than a casual remark.
He seemed to be more interested in the strange dream itself.
Moreover, Madara Uchiha clearly had no intention of bringing up old grievances with Obito in front of the people of Konoha.
This attitude of lifting it high and then letting it go gently made Obito secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
At least for now—are we safe?
Thankfully, the darkness isn't here!
on the screen.
The Senju clan's training grounds in Konoha Village were quiet and peaceful.
Suddenly, the tranquility was broken by several figures that intruded.
Izuna took the lead, wearing a battle robe printed with a red fan-shaped clan pattern, and rushed straight into the training ground gate like a gust of wind.
Behind him, Danzo Shimura, Hiruzen Sarutobi, and Kagami Uchiha followed closely behind, each with a different expression.
The shouts that had been rising and falling in the training field came to an abrupt halt with the appearance of the intruder.
The young ninjas standing in the arena were stunned by the sudden situation and stopped what they were doing, staring blankly toward the entrance of the arena.
At the edge of the field, there were several wooden stakes for practice, their surfaces covered with marks from knife cuts and burns.
The spacious practice area is paved with flat, solid bricks and surrounded by tall trees whose branches sway gently in the morning breeze.
However, no one was in the mood to appreciate the tranquil scenery at this moment. As the two sides confronted each other, a tense atmosphere spread.
In the center of the training ground stood a tall and upright man, his back to the entrance, seemingly instructing his disciples in their cultivation.
Danzo's gaze swept across the scene quickly, and he was instantly drawn to the man's figure, recognizing him in a flash.
His short, silvery-white hair was particularly striking in the morning light. The man wore dark blue armor on his upper body, and a thick white animal skin shawl around his neck and shoulders, giving him an air of majesty and composure.
Danzo's eyes welled up slightly: Tobirama-sensei!
The teacher I remember is vividly appearing before my eyes!
For a moment, Danzo's feelings became extremely complicated.
In this dream world, Izuna-sensei trusts him implicitly, cares for him deeply, and even regards him as his successor and right-hand man.
But deep down, Danzo still preferred his former teacher, Tobirama.
Upon suddenly seeing his long-lost teacher, he trembled with excitement.
Upon seeing this, Hiruzen Sarutobi and Kagami Uchiha also widened their eyes, their emotions no less agitated than Danzo's.
Although they were not Tobirama Senju's direct disciples in this world, they still felt awe and reverence for this legendary ninja.
Danzo composed himself and turned his gaze to Tobirama, who was facing his three disciples, giving them ninjutsu training instructions.
The three young disciples also stopped what they were doing and followed their teacher's gaze to look in the direction of the intruder.
Upon closer inspection, Danzo discovered that Tobirama-sensei's disciples were all old acquaintances.
Koharu Utatane, Homura Mitokado, and Torifu Akimichi!
It seems that in this dream world, they are still under the tutelage of Tobirama Senju, becoming his students.
Uchiha Izuna didn't stop walking, the wind was howling, and in the blink of an eye he crossed the training ground and arrived in front of Senju Tobirama.
His sharp gaze and domineering, condescending manner served as a greeting.
"You actually came?"
Tobirama Senju frowned, but still raised his hand to signal his students to pause their practice.
Then, he slowly turned around to look at Izuna and said helplessly, "You really are persistent—"
"Hmph, of course I'm coming!" Uchiha Izuna sneered, his gaze intense. "What, are you scared now that you see us?"
Tobirama Senju gently shook his head, crossed his arms, and replied unhurriedly, "To be obsessed with such meaningless petty squabbles, to fight and vie for power all day long—is that all the Uchiha clan can do?"
As Tobirama spoke, his gaze had already passed over Izuna and landed on Hiruzen Sarutobi, who stood steadily behind Izuna. His eyes flashed with undisguised admiration and regret.
"Especially for those who study like Zhan, we can't afford to let their studies be delayed—"
"Hiruzen possesses a broader vision and strategic talent than ordinary people, and he has been able to think like a Hokage since childhood. But following you, he is obsessed with childish matches about who is stronger or weaker, which is a complete waste of his talent! Such talent could have enabled him to achieve something truly remarkable in a much wider world."
"Absurd!" Uchiha Izuna's face darkened, his gaze suddenly sharpening as he retorted without hesitation, "In the world of ninjas, strength is the only true measure of success! Without absolute strength as a foundation, any ideals and ambitions are nothing but empty talk!"
Upon hearing this, Tobirama Senju narrowed his eyes and his expression darkened, but he then gave a light snort, indicating that he did not intend to argue with Izuna any further.
He then turned his gaze directly to Hiruzen Sarutobi and frankly invited him, "Hiruzen, have you ever considered leaving Izuna Uchiha and joining my school? It must be tough following a teacher who only values strength, right? Continuing like this will only bury your true talents."
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense and delicate.
Uchiha Izuna glared at Senbutsuma, his face grim: "What do you mean?!"
Even if he didn't think much of Hiruzen Sarutobi, Tobirama Senju couldn't directly recruit him to his face, as that would be a form of contempt to him.
Upon hearing this, Hiruzen Sarutobi's pupils contracted slightly, and a look of surprise flashed across his face, but he immediately took a deep breath and stepped forward.
He bowed respectfully to Tobirama and said solemnly, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Tobirama! I appreciate your gesture. However—"
As he spoke, he straightened up, turned to look at Izuna-sensei beside him, his eyes filled with unwavering respect.
"Izuna-sensei has been kind to me in his teachings. No matter what, I am Izuna-sensei's disciple, and I will never betray him!"
He was filled with mixed emotions when he said those words.
Tobirama was a senior he deeply respected, while Izuna-sensei had shown him great kindness and guidance. It was extremely difficult for him to refuse the request from either of them in person.
However, after careful consideration, Hiruzen Sarutobi remained steadfast in his stance.
"Hmph! Did you hear that, Tobirama?"
Upon hearing this, Uchiha Izuna's expression instantly brightened, his brows revealing undisguised joy and smugness.
As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted Hiruzen Sarutobi's shoulder forcefully to show his approval.
"As expected of my student!"
Looking at Hiruzen Sarutobi's resolute attitude, Tobirama Senju couldn't help but sigh softly, his regret deepening, but he ultimately said nothing more.
He knew very well that once some people had made a choice, it was difficult to force them to change.
Since Hiruzen Sarutobi refused so readily, Tobirama did not insist and turned his attention back to Izuna Uchiha, preparing to discuss the details of the competition rules.
Just then, Danzo, who was standing to the side, tensed up and his breath hitched.
Just now, when Tobirama Senju extended an olive branch to Hiruzen Sarutobi, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his body trembled violently!
Danzo pursed his lips tightly, subconsciously holding his breath, his chest heaving violently, and his hands, hanging at his sides, unconsciously clenched into fists.
It's coming! It's almost here!
He barely dared to blink, his gaze fixed on Tobirama Senju's face, his heart filled with burning anticipation: Next, the next name will definitely be me!
After all, in reality, both he and the monkey were Tobirama-sensei's most prized disciples!
However, that was the end of it.
After Hiruzen Sarutobi decisively rejected his invitation, Tobirama Senju simply shook his head regretfully and quickly refocused his attention to continue his conversation with Izuna Uchiha.
From beginning to end, his gaze did not linger on Danzo for even half a second longer!
Gone?!
That's it?!
Danzo's mind went completely blank, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head, chilling him to the bone.
Is that it—the end?
He invited Hiruzen Sarutobi, and then what?!
What about me?!
Why?!
Tobirama-sensei—Why didn't you invite me?!
I'm not reconciled!
Why, why?!
Danzo roared silently within himself, the intense sense of loss in his chest instantly transforming into uncontrollable jealousy and rage! Where am I inferior to Hiruzen Sarutobi?!
What exactly am I lacking?!
I would never refuse against my will like a monkey!
Tobirama-sensei, if you just ask, I will immediately—
Thinking of this, Danzo hesitated for a moment: Wait.
In this world, Madara Uchiha is the Hokage, and Izuna-sensei is the Hokage's younger brother. He values me more, so as long as I follow Izuna-sensei—
Cough cough, that's not important!
Danzo abruptly interrupted the idea, his face flushed slightly with excitement.
That's not the point!
The key is recognition!
It's Tobirama-sensei's approval!
Why did you invite that hypocritical monkey but ignore me?!
He originally thought that coming to the dream world would be the perfect opportunity for him to redeem himself and win the teacher's approval, but who would have thought that in the end he still couldn't escape the tricks of fate!
It's Hiruzen Sarutobi again!
It's him again!!
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Shimura Danzo have been detected! Emotional value +1000!]
Danzo's eyes were bloodshot as he glared venomously at Hiruzen Sarutobi, who stood beside him with an air of righteousness.
Just now, when Tobirama looked at Hiruzen Sarutobi, the admiration and regret that almost overflowed in his eyes felt like a bayonet, stabbing hard into Danzo's heart!
What he found most unbearable was that Tobirama-sensei never even glanced at him once throughout the entire ordeal!
Danzo was completely immersed in the immense emotional turmoil, having long since forgotten everything around him.
His eyes were fixed on Tobirama Senju, his resentment and unwillingness almost bursting forth, completely unaware of how rude his behavior was.
Finally, Tobirama Senju noticed the overly intense and direct gaze.
He frowned slightly, stopped talking to Izuna, and turned around following that gaze.
The moment Tobirama's gaze met Danzo's bloodshot eyes, he was momentarily stunned.
Tobirama Senju glanced at Danzo up and down, a look of confusion in his eyes, and blurted out instinctively, "Hmm? Child, why are you staring at me like that? Is there some misunderstanding between us?"
"If I remember correctly—you should be—a descendant of the Shimura clan, right?"
His voice was calm and casual, yet the unfamiliarity in his words struck Danzo like a blow to the head.
In just a few words, anyone could understand—
Tobirama Senju had almost no deep impression of the boy in front of him, only vaguely remembering that he was a descendant of the Shimura clan.
That's it!
Danzo felt a loud buzzing in his mind, and his blood seemed to freeze.
Is the esteemed Shimura Danzo so unworthy of being remembered even by his name?
This person—it's still Tobirama!
Such injustice makes one unworthy of being a teacher!
He recalled the countless times Tobirama Senju had chosen Hiruzen in another world. No matter what he chose that night, it was either Hiruzen becoming Hokage or him covering their retreat and dying a gruesome death—
Danzo began to tremble violently, unable to control himself.
"!!!???"
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Shimura Danzo have been detected! Emotional value +4000!]
Something inside Danzo seemed to shatter into pieces with a crack, as if a cherished belief had been trampled to pieces right before his eyes.
A surge of resentment and anger raged through his mind, threatening to engulf him entirely.
The whole world seemed to collapse and shatter in that instant, and all the efforts and struggles of the past vanished in the face of Tobirama Senju's casual remark.
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