From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 8 Konoha Hospital
Orochimaru, waking from his dream, instantly tensed up.

His cold and sharp gaze, like a razor-sharp knife, conveyed extreme vigilance and a chilling aura as he surveyed his surroundings.

The research room was empty, the air filled with the familiar scent of disinfectant, and the sky outside the window was still dark.

"Are you back?"

Orochimaru leaned back in his chair and glanced at the clock on the wall.

From falling asleep to waking up, only about ten minutes had passed.

But in the dream, it felt like at least half an hour had passed, clearly indicating that the mysterious 'Church of Bones' had a different time flow than the real world.

Orochimaru pinched his brow hard, a hint of fear and hatred flashing across his cold face.

"Orochimaru, be careful of the Third Hokage and Danzo."

This was the first destiny that 'Adam' revealed to him as he was leaving.

Beware of Danzo; Orochimaru is somewhat understandable.

As the cooperation deepens, it has touched upon many special projects that are explicitly prohibited by Konoha.

Although they are mutually restraining each other, it's hard to guarantee that nothing will go wrong in the future.

Although Orochimaru was unwilling to believe the outcome, the example of White Fang was right before his eyes, and he had no choice but to be on guard.

While pondering, Orochimaru unfolded the scroll again, deleted the last paragraph, and changed it to: "Research on Wood Release is progressing well. We still need to provide about a few dozen experimental subjects. We hope to select them from death row inmates in Konoha prison. Your disciple, Orochimaru, respectfully submits."

"Heh, fate, well then, let's wait and see."

After sealing the scroll, Orochimaru crossed his arms, his purple eyeshadow half-closed, as if brewing some inexplicable emotion.

The black fog dissipated like the receding tide.

Uchiha Muneki slowly opened his eyes, his head throbbing with pain, causing him to furrow his brow slightly.

In the corner of the room, the brass candlestick that had been burning had now gone out.

Wisps of white smoke rose, filling the room with a unique fragrance.

“Maintaining a Sequence 3 dream is too much of a burden on my spirituality.” Zong Yue gently rubbed her temples with her fingers. Although it couldn’t completely cure the problem, it could at least slightly alleviate the symptoms. She let out a heavy sigh: “Even with the spiritual bodies of ten people, the dream can only last for ten minutes.”

Hermes' brass candlestick was the core of his construction of the 'dream'.

Extraordinary items created using the extraordinary characteristics of a Sequence 3 Dreamweaver possess some of the Dreamweaver's abilities. They can weave the dream the holder desires and forcibly pull people within a kilometer radius into the dream. The duration and power of the constructed dream are linked to the quality of the spiritual body required to burn in the candlestick.

Of course, as with any extraordinary item, it also has many negative aspects.

Firstly, maintaining the dream state rapidly depletes the holder's spirituality. Once the spirituality is excessively worn down, the holder may experience symptoms such as loss of control or madness.

Secondly, after using the 'Hermes' brass candlestick', there will be 'misfortune' lasting for about 24 hours.

The misfortune referred to here is not 'luck' in the conventional sense, but rather a situation where, during this period, everyone within a one-kilometer radius of Hermes' brass candlestick will be affected and develop 'unexplained hostility' towards him.

Zongyue guessed that it was probably the characteristics of the Dreamer Sequence that caused Hermes' brass candlestick to extensively overwrite and guide the subconscious ocean of those people's minds.

In other words, this candlestick 'wants to kill' its holder.

"Just like 0-08."

Zong Yue thought to herself, then casually hid Hermes' brass candlestick and went to sleep.

Silent all night.

As the sun rises, Zongyue naturally wakes up; this is a habit he developed on the battlefield.

As a ninja, one must always be vigilant about one's surroundings, whether on the battlefield or not; otherwise, any carelessness could lead to irreversible consequences.

After getting dressed, Zongyue walked out of the Uchiha mansion.

Along the way, people around me kept casting strange glances, some of which were tinged with hostility.

"I hope today goes smoothly." Knowing what was going on, Zongyue could only pray in his heart that nothing bad would happen today, and he walked quickly toward Konoha Hospital.

"Good morning, Dr. Munetsuki~"

"Good morning, Dr. Zongyue." "Dr. Zongyue is here?"

Fortunately, Konoha Hospital is far from the Uchiha residence and is not within the area covered by Hermes' brass candlestick.

Otherwise, he really needs to consider whether he should come today.

After all, today's 'patient' is a very violent guy.

Zong Yue tidied herself up in the hospital's top-floor office, then pushed open the door and went inside.

Before the floor-to-ceiling windows, the warm rays of the rising sun, like a veil of gold, gently draped over a woman's shoulders. Her long, light blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, and her delicate face and graceful figure, though nearing thirty, gave her skin as fair and rosy as a baby's.

Her long eyelashes covered her eyes, trembling slightly. Her right hand supported her oval face, and she nodded repeatedly as if pounding garlic.

Very beautiful.

After meeting her in person, Muneki finally understood why Tsunade topped the doujinshi rankings.

As expected of the Queen of Doujinshi—Tsunade Senju.

"what--"

However, this beautiful scene was shattered when Tsunade woke up.

She yawned, completely lacking any semblance of beauty, and then stretched vigorously, causing her chest to heave dramatically due to the large movement.

Do not look at what is improper.
Zongyue, silently reciting the mantra, focused his attention on his nose and mind, adopting a meditative posture as he faced the 'benefits' that were right in front of him.

"Ah, kid, you're here." Tsunade raised her eyelids, half-covering her pink lips, looking like she hadn't woken up yet: "Sorry, I played a few games yesterday, so it's a bit late."

Say what you don't say
Zongyue suppressed the urge to complain and said calmly, "Lady Tsunade, if it's inconvenient to treat her today, I can come back tomorrow."

Tsunade Senju could be considered one of his customers.

As for why it's described as "barely"?
The reason is simple: this woman doesn't always pay him.

"Oh, no need for that." Tsunade waved her hand dismissively, "Let's do it today, I just made a killing last night!"

Tsunade? Made a fortune?
Upon hearing this, Uchiha Munetsuki's eyebrows twitched wildly, and he thought to himself, "Good heavens."

According to the Naruto Law, whenever Tsunade is lucky, it means that someone is going to be very unlucky, and it will inevitably be someone close to her.

"Yes, Lady Tsunade." But these days, it's just something to think in one's heart; Muneki wouldn't dare say it out loud.
There's nothing else to it, I'm just afraid of getting beaten up.

"Thank you for your hard work, kid."

A tender look appeared in Tsunade's eyes. She sat up straight obediently and said softly, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would still be trapped in the shadows of the past."

"It's alright, it's my pleasure to be able to help you."

Zongyue wore a gentle and warm smile, her dark eyes slowly turning red, and three tomoe appeared: "Are you ready? Lady Tsunade, the treatment is about to begin, please relax."

"Okay, ready."

Deep within Tsunade's brown eyes lingered a trace of memory, and her mind gradually drifted away.

"Illusion Magic: Wish Fulfillment!"

Zongyue feigned forming hand seals, while his Sharingan spun rapidly.

However, he secretly mobilized his mental power, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.
Hypnosis!

Under his spiritual vision, he could clearly see that Tsunade's mental body gate had been opened.

"Perfect, let me test just how effective the psychological suggestion of Sequence 6 can be."

Zongyue silently apologized, his consciousness roaming deep within Tsunade's mind, subtly implanting a psychological suggestion.

December 4th, sunny.

I don't want to go to work! I'm constantly being manipulated and forced to eat snacks. I'm so miserable! I might as well buy a lottery ticket after get off work; if I win, I won't have to go to work. By the way, please give me some favorites, recommendations, and investments! I need to follow my new book. Please, kind readers, give me some money!
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