ebonymovies Chapter 351 That's not surprising, that's not surprising.
Chapter 351 That's not surprising, that's not surprising.
Chapter 351 That's not surprising, that's not surprising.
Kakashi stood in the center of the hall, holding the list of commissions in his hand, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings.
Bounty hunters and black market brokers were coming and going all around, some with bloodstains still wet on their clothes. My gaze swept over the chaotic scene and finally settled on a burly man who looked like the manager behind the counter.
The man was bald, with a gruesome scar running down his shiny scalp to behind his ear. His imposing figure was like a wall, and his muscular arms were exposed beneath his tight vest. Just standing there, he exuded an aura of menace that was not to be underestimated.
Surprisingly, at this moment, this burly man was rapidly typing on the keyboard with his surprisingly nimble fingers.
Kakashi calmly stepped forward, gently placed the list of requests on the counter, and asked in a low voice, "We're interested in this mission. How do we contact the person who made the request?"
Upon hearing the sound, the bald, burly man stopped what he was doing.
He raised his eyelids and glanced at Kakashi and Kisame, who was not far behind him. His gaze lingered for a moment on the black trench coats embroidered with red clouds that the two were wearing, and a look of apprehension flashed in his eyes.
He then reached for the list, glanced at it, and said, "The collection of bloodline limits—oh, you mean this commission?"
He put the list back on the counter, crossed his arms over his chest, and his strong pectoral and biceps almost burst his vest.
Then, the man apologized, saying, "That gentleman is a major client of our gold exchange. If you want to see him, you'll have to make an appointment in advance."
Kakashi's heart sank upon hearing this.
"reserve?"
He immediately began to think quickly. Time in the dream was uncontrollable, and he had no idea how long he could stay in this world.
If he were to make an appointment and wait in line according to the normal procedure, he would most likely be forced to leave the dream before he even met the mysterious client. In that case, wouldn't this important clue that seems to be related to Menma's disappearance be directly cut off?
Tsk, not only did I make a wasted trip, but the clues also ended here. This is just too unlucky.
Kisame, who was standing to the side, also pouted when he heard that reservations were required, showing a clear look of disappointment.
The Samehada sword he carried on his shoulder seemed to droop down in dejection, just like its master.
Just as the two were feeling helpless, the bald, burly man suddenly changed the subject.
"However—"
He paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over Kakashi and Kisame's faces before revealing a slick, worldly smile.
"You're in luck today. That gentleman happens to be here taking care of some business and hasn't left yet."
Kakashi was taken aback at first, then the corner of his mouth under the mask twitched uncontrollably.
At least there's one thing to be thankful for: they won't have to wait around; they'll be able to meet this mysterious client directly.
Seeing this, Kisame rolled his eyes and couldn't help but retort, "Hey, bald guy, would it kill you to say it all at once?!"
The bald, burly man paid no attention to Kisame's complaints. Instead, he grinned, revealing a few yellowed teeth.
"This way, gentlemen." He came out from behind the counter, gestured for them to follow him, and led them deeper into the hall.
The bald, burly man led the way, with Kakashi and Kisame close behind. The three of them made their way through the noisy, crowded throng and quickly left the filthy, bustling hall.
After passing through a heavy curtain, a quiet corridor covered with a dark red carpet appeared before me. On both sides of the corridor were several tightly closed thick wooden doors, each with a number on it.
The bald, burly man stopped in front of one of the doors, took out a key, unlocked the door, pushed open the door panel, and gestured to the side, "Please come in, both of you. Please wait here for a moment."
After Kakashi and Kisame entered the room, he turned and left.
The private room was small, but tastefully decorated, a stark contrast to the filth and noise of the main hall outside.
In the center of the room was a round table covered with a dark velvet tablecloth, surrounded by several high-backed chairs that looked quite comfortable.
There was even a small wine cabinet in the corner, displaying several bottles of what looked like expensive wines and a few clean, clear glasses.
A faint scent of sandalwood wafted in the air, completely blocking out the stench of the corpses outside.
Most importantly, it is exceptionally quiet here with excellent soundproofing, making the noise of the lobby outside seem like it's in another world.
Kisame pulled out a chair without any ceremony, plopped down, looked around, and exclaimed in amazement, "Wow, wow—the VIP rooms at this exchange aren't just for any Tom, Dick, or Harry to come in. I heard that only big spenders with a certain spending threshold are eligible to use them."
He stroked his chin as he spoke, his small eyes gleaming with excitement: "That's not surprising. The guy who posted this commission must have offered at least a certain amount on the black market—"
Kisame stretched out his thick fingers, casually gestured an exaggerated number, and grinned.
"Even billions of taels wouldn't be enough! Tsk, what a fat fish!"
The astronomical number Kisame casually mentioned made Kakashi's eyes narrow slightly, and his vigilance increased even more.
Unlike Kisame, he didn't sit down in a relaxed manner. Instead, he remained standing in the center of the room, his eyes scanning every corner of the private room with a wary expression.
To be a major client of such a top-tier VIP box, with wealth so immense that even Kisame was astonished, and for such a person to issue a large-scale bounty for the collection of living bloodline limits, the motives behind it are definitely not simple.
The act of kidnapping or collecting large numbers of ninjas with bloodline limits is extremely insane, and the motive must be enormous.
Thinking about Menma's disappearance, Kakashi felt more and more that this meeting in the dream might provide crucial clues.
Meanwhile, in the audience, several figures were watching the events unfolding inside the VIP boxes through a giant screen.
"Oh? Kakashi—is he planning to use this dream as an opportunity to investigate Menma's disappearance?"
Jiraiya stroked his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face.
With his expertise in intelligence gathering, he immediately saw through Kakashi's possible hidden intentions behind his actions.
"Kakashi-sensei is truly the most reliable!" Naruto exclaimed upon hearing Jiraiya's prediction.
Immediately afterward, his eyes lit up, and he clenched his fists in excitement.
Naruto recalled a scene from his last dream: his "mother" was devastated by Menma's disappearance and was crying uncontrollably, her face growing increasingly haggard—the most heartbreaking image he had ever seen in his dream.
[Ding! Naruto's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +500!]
If Kakashi-sensei could find even the slightest clue to Menma's whereabouts in that chaotic dream, just to tell his mother in that world, she would be so much happier!
A burning flame of anticipation ignited in Naruto's eyes.
For him, any opportunity that might alleviate his mother's suffering was worth fighting for with all his might.
However, Sakura frowned slightly and cautiously raised a question: "But—even if Kakashi-sensei in the dream found out something, wouldn't it still be useless? We can see it here, but Aunt Kushina in the dream doesn't know. Besides, Kakashi-sensei in that world—his stance—"
She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was quite clear.
The relationship between Kakashi of Akatsuki and Konoha Village in the dream is subtle, and may even be antagonistic.
Even if he obtains the information, can he really pass it on to Kushina smoothly?
Sakura's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Naruto's head, instantly extinguishing his high spirits.
The excitement on his face dimmed, and he fell silent in thought.
Naruto recalled the red cloud and black robe that Kakashi-sensei wore in his previous dream, and the complex and indescribable expressions on his parents' faces when they talked about Kakashi.
Yes, in that world, Kakashi-sensei seems to have embarked on a completely different path—
"It's alright." Jiraiya laughed heartily, waving his hand to dispel everyone's concerns. "If Kakashi knows, doesn't that mean we know? Don't forget, you're someone who can enter dreams. Next time it's your turn, or we can find another opportunity for someone else to go in and pass the message to Kushina, right?"
Naruto was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized and nodded vigorously.
"You're right, you lecherous immortal!"
On the other side of the theater, Obito sat in the shadows with his arms crossed, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"Hmph, what a meddlesome fellow."
Obito disapproved of Kakashi's instinctive pursuit of clues and attempts to solve problems no matter where he was, and a look of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
In contrast, Itachi remained quietly seated on the other side, his expression indifferent, as if everything happening on the screen had nothing to do with him.
Just then, Kisame slowly shifted his gaze from the screen and turned to stare intently at Itachi beside him.
Kisame's shark-like face was furrowed, his small eyes were narrowed, and his lips were moving, giving him a strange expression of wanting to say something but holding back.
Noticing the intense yet eerie gaze, Itachi remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he felt a chill run down his spine.
"What's wrong, Kisame?"
Upon hearing this, Kisame scratched his head, cleared his throat seemingly a little embarrassed, pointed a finger at the screen, and hesitantly asked in a low voice, "Um—in real life, have you ever—uh—done something like what 'you' on the screen did to Kakuzu?"
Upon hearing this, Itachi's pupils contracted slightly, and he instantly understood that Kisame was referring to the genjutsu he had used against Kakuzu on the screen.
His body stiffened for a moment.
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Itachi Uchiha have been detected! Emotional value +500!]
"Of course not." Itachi remained calm and composed.
However, Kisame was not completely at peace with Itachi's resolute denial and his consistently cold attitude.
He squinted his small eyes, looked his partner up and down a few times, then grinned, a half-believing, half-doubting look on his face, and mumbled vaguely, "Really?
It has to be said that Itachi's decisive and ruthless use of genjutsu against Kakuzu on screen left Kisame with considerable psychological trauma.
Sometimes, even the most profound Mist Concealment Technique is harder to fathom than the thoughts of a single celestial being!
Kisame felt increasingly uneasy as he thought about it, and even began to reflect on some details of his past missions with Itachi.
Upon closer examination, he was surprised to find that there were indeed a few instances in those memories that did not stand up to scrutiny.
[Ding! Kisame Hoshigaki's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +400!]
On the screen.
The private room fell silent for a moment, with only the occasional faint crackling sound of burning incense audible.
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely while we waited.
Finally, footsteps approached from afar.
Kakashi and Kisame stood up almost simultaneously, their gazes snapping to the closed door of the private room.
Click.
The door opened.
The bald, burly man reappeared, leaned in and respectfully gestured towards the house, and a figure followed him in.
After letting the man into the room, the bald, burly man bowed slightly and then quietly slipped out, closing the door behind him.
Kakashi looked up and his pupils contracted slightly.
The person who appeared before them was not the imposing black market boss they had expected, but rather the guy who had come alone to the exchange shop earlier, carrying five Jonin corpses to exchange for bounty money.
Now that they were face to face, they could see each other more clearly. The other person was wearing a gray cloak with a wide hood. The hem and cuffs of the cloak were stained with large, suspicious dark brown stains, which were either dried blood or old mud stains.
The man had pulled his hood down low, and his face appeared to be covered by a peculiar mask. However, due to the dim lighting in the private room, the pattern on the mask was not immediately visible.
The shadow of the hood, combined with the mask, completely concealed his true appearance in the darkness.
What's even more striking is that the other person is much shorter and thinner than expected.
Judging from his physique, the person who came was clearly still a teenager who had not yet grown up.
However, he stood there with remarkable composure, his every move exuding a calmness beyond his years.
"Oh?" Kisame raised an eyebrow upon seeing this, a look of great interest appearing on his shark-like face.
He clearly recognized him as the unassuming kid who had been dealing with the body at the gold exchange entrance.
Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary young cleaner was actually the top commissioner who issued this bounty!
Kakashi remained unmoved, calmly observing the mysterious boy before him, quickly calculating various possibilities in his mind.
The boy paid no attention to the two people's probing gazes.
He strolled over to the main sofa in front of the round table, but instead of sitting down, he stood with his hands behind his back, adopting a calm and composed demeanor.
The boy slowly looked around at Kakashi and Kisame, finally fixing his gaze on the request form in Kakashi's hand, and his hoarse, deep voice rang out.
"Is the Akatsuki organization also interested in this commission?"
The boy's voice had clearly been specially processed, and his original timbre was undetectable.
However, Kakashi still keenly noticed that the clear undertone beneath that disguise clearly belonged to a boy whose voice had not yet fully changed.
What bothered him even more was that the voice had a vague sense of familiarity, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
"Hey, it's just a brat?" Kisame crossed his arms, grinning to reveal a mouthful of sharp shark teeth. "I never expected that the famous client would be such a sneaky little brat."
Kisame has always lacked patience with children, and he has even less interest in these mysterious little devils.
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a strange change occurred.
Without warning, a dark shadow gleaming with a cold, eerie light suddenly burst forth from behind the boy!
With a sharp whistling sound, the black shadow moved with incredible speed, slashing horizontally towards Kisame's neck like lightning.
That was none other than a gigantic scythe with an exaggerated design!
The slender hilt seemed to appear out of thin air, and with a sharp whistling sound as the blade sliced through the air, the massive, crescent-shaped blade tore through the air, slashing towards Kisame with chilling killing intent.
The dark scythe and the boy's thin figure complement each other strangely, creating a bizarre and terrifying scene.
clang!!
The ear-piercing clang of metal clashing exploded in the private room, scattering a string of dazzling sparks!
Kisame instinctively felt a sense of danger the moment the giant scythe appeared.
His previously nonchalant expression vanished in an instant, replaced by a fierce, beast-like fighting spirit.
Before the sound of air being cut could fully resound, he instinctively grabbed the Samehada greatsword beside him to parry. With a loud clang, the heavy blade of Samehada precisely blocked the giant scythe that was attacking him, and sparks flew as the blade and scythe collided.
A terrifying force pressed down, and the muscles in his right arm tensed up, veins bulging, barely managing to block the sudden and vicious blow.
What incredible power! What incredible speed!
Kisame was horrified.
What terrified Kisame even more was that, through the touch of Samehada, he could clearly sense the chakra contained within the giant scythe—solid, cold, and filled with a wanton desire for destruction.
After just one encounter, Kisame abandoned all his previous contempt.
He slowly rose from the sunken sofa, maintaining the stance of Samehada and the giant scythe pressed together. An excited and warlike smile gradually spread across his face. His narrowed eyes were fixed on the masked boy in front of him, and he grinned and chuckled, "Interesting brat—"
Shockingly, the masked boy remained firmly in place throughout the entire ordeal, without moving an inch.
The giant scythe, as if an extension of his arm, remained firmly pressed against the Samehada sword.
The boy silently watched Kisame through the narrow gap in the mask, his hoarse, low voice ringing out again, revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Age does not equate to strength. As a member of Akatsuki, if your judgment is only this level, it makes me question the necessity of continuing our cooperation."
Kakashi stood to the side, witnessing the entire thrilling scene unfold. The boy's thunderous attack, Kisame's instantly tense expression, and the calmness and arrogance in the boy's words—all of these made Kakashi secretly raise his assessment of the mysterious client's danger level.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice, "Our Akatsuki organization doesn't accept unreasonable requests lightly. Since you're being so secretive, I'm sorry, but we need to reconsider the necessity of our cooperation."
Kakashi's words were calm and collected, yet subtly sharp.
These words were both a response to the boy's sharp retort and a test of the other party's bottom line and true purpose, while cleverly regaining the initiative in the negotiation.
Upon hearing this, the masked boy slowly turned his head towards Kakashi, his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his hood, coldly staring at him for a moment.
The next second, the huge scythe behind him, which had been locked in a stalemate with Samehada for so long, seemed to come alive and quietly shrank back into the darkness, disappearing without a trace.
Kakashi vaguely heard a low chuckle coming from under the mask, with an enigmatic meaning.
"I can guarantee that our cooperation will be very pleasant," the masked boy said in a hoarse voice, full of confidence.
"Kakashi Hatake, an S-rank rogue ninja from Konoha Village."
This sentence did not cause much of a stir in Kakashi's heart.
He knew very well that the Akatsuki organization was full of famous S-rank rogue ninjas from various countries, so it was not surprising that their identities were exposed.
The fact that the other party was able to investigate and find out that "White Fang" was Kakashi Hatake only shows that this person has excellent intelligence capabilities, but it was still within Kakashi's expectations.
However, just as Kakashi was nodding to himself, Kisame suddenly exclaimed in disbelief, "White Fang-san—you, you're from Konoha?!?"
Kakashi: "???"
Even Kakashi, with his composure, couldn't help but momentarily freeze up.
He stiffly turned his head to look at Kisame, who was utterly shocked.
Wait a minute—what's going on?
Kisame didn't know that White Fang was a Konoha rogue ninja?
In this dream world, aren't I and Kisame partners?
Why don't members of the Akatsuki share even such basic information?
Or is it that the "I" in this world is so secretive about my Konoha origins that even my partner Kisame is completely unaware?
[Ding! Kakashi Hatake's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +600!]
Kakashi quickly came to his senses and instantly understood the key to the strange situation before him.
Kisame's genuine surprise seemed genuine, suggesting that in this dream world, "I" may have never mentioned my past, or perhaps I used another identity to conceal it.
But the mysterious young man before them saw through it all in a single sentence—
Did he deliberately reveal this to Kisame?
Realizing this, Kakashi's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he refocused his attention on the masked boy.
The air inside the private room became somewhat stagnant.
The masked youth calmly sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said casually, "So, can we talk about cooperation now?"
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