AWB Chapter 295 Hinata: Huh? How come there are two Menma?
Chapter 295 Hinata: Huh? How come there are two Menma?
Chapter 295 Hinata: Huh? How come there are two Menma?
Minato Namikaze, who was leading the way, was the first to notice something was wrong. He paused, landed next to the two Narutos, and stood shoulder to shoulder with them.
"What's wrong?"
"Did you find anything?"
In the dream, Naruto reached out and pointed to the Hokage Rock in the distance.
"Not an enemy." He paused, organizing his thoughts, "It's just—a bit of a surprise."
"In the world we came from, you were the Fourth Hokage of Konoha Village."
"That's why we were so startled when we saw the statue above."
"I?"
Minato Namikaze was stunned, speechless, and said, "How could I possibly be the Fourth Hokage?"
He couldn't help but look up at the Hokage Rock again, his lips twitching as he found it both absurd and funny.
"In our world, the Fourth Hokage is Haruno Cho, and he is—a true hero."
As soon as he finished speaking, Naruto's eyebrows twitched slightly in his dream world.
Naruto, standing next to him, stared blankly at that face, desperately trying to reconcile the hero with the image of Uncle Haruno he remembered—the one who would stand in line at the cheap ramen shop, smiling and haggling with the owner.
They don't match at all.
"Senior Haruno Chō sacrificed everything for Konoha to protect the village and his comrades."
Minato lowered his voice unconsciously as he spoke.
"He was a legendary ninja worthy of everyone's respect, who sacrificed himself for the village—"
Naruto, who was standing to the side, felt a slight stiffness in his spine when he heard this word.
The light in his eyes, which had lit up when he heard the local stories, instantly dimmed.
He subconsciously shrugged, feeling a tightness in his chest.
[Ding! Naruto's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +500!]
Naruto in the dream quickly noticed the change in Naruto's emotions beside him.
He turned his head and caught a glimpse of Naruto's slightly lowered head and quietly clenched fist, and his heart tightened.
But he didn't ask any further questions.
Now is not the time to bring up those old wounds.
"The past has its own trajectory." Dream Naruto took a deep breath and said, "Right now, the most important thing is Menma; he may be in danger."
Minato snapped back to reality, forcefully suppressing his momentary daze.
"You're right, Mianma is still missing, we don't have time to lament here."
Minato turned his head and looked at Uchiha Obito, who had stopped and was waiting ahead.
"Obito".
"Yes!" Obito immediately straightened his back, his spirits lifted.
"Keep leading the way," Minato's voice was crisp and decisive. "At top speed."
"Understood, Minato-sensei!"
Obito responded, and with a flash, he transformed back into a black shadow speeding between the eaves.
Minato, Kushina, and the two Narutos followed closely behind, speeding towards the Forest of Death.
The Hokage Rock was gradually left behind.
auditorium.
"Haruno Osamu?"
Jiraiya crossed his arms, his eyelids twitched twice, and his whole face looked like a big question mark.
"Who is this?" He scratched his messy white hair. "When did Konoha produce such a powerful ninja who could become the Fourth Hokage? I have absolutely no recollection of him."
He turned to look at Tsunade and Kakashi beside him, his eyes filled with bewilderment.
Tsunade shrugged.
"Don't look at me." She shrugged slightly. "I've never heard of this person before either."
Kakashi, on the other hand, seemed to be deep in thought.
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Haruno Osamu.
In reality, this name simply refers to an ordinary villager.
Sakura, who was next to her, was initially just staring at the statue on the screen unconsciously.
"It seems—" A vague thought flickered in her mind, "It looks familiar?"
Her hairstyle was a bit exaggerated, but her facial features and expression—she looked so much like her father.
She just didn't dare to think about it too much.
After all, in this world, his father was just an ordinary middle-aged man.
Until Minato himself said that name in the scene.
"In our world, the Fourth Hokage is Haruno Chō—"
what?
"Dad?!" She jumped up from her seat. "It really is Dad?!"
Sakura's eyes widened in disbelief.
"A dream—in my dream, my dad actually became the Fourth Hokage?!"
[Ding! Sakura Haruno's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +800!]
"And he even sacrificed himself for the village?!"
Sakura couldn't imagine that scene at all.
She never imagined that her father, who seemed neither cool nor funny, would be the Hokage and a hero in another world.
"Isn't the range of changes in this dream a bit exaggerated?"
Kakashi murmured softly.
"First, there was Obito who didn't fall into depravity, and now the Hokage is Sakura's father."
"It's more than just a little big." Jiraiya let out a long sigh. "This is completely chaotic. The protagonist of the dream has changed from one Naruto to two, and even the background setting of the entire dream has been completely changed."
Important historical figures were replaced, and key historical events were rewritten.
"This level of distortion—" Tsunade continued, a thoughtful look in her eyes, "can no longer be described as an ordinary dream. A dream so far removed from reality, is it ultimately a blessing or a curse?"
No one answered.
on the screen.
The Forest of Death.
In the depths of Exercise Field No. 44, where few people usually venture, five agile figures were now present.
Ancient trees with their branches intertwined, lush vegetation, moist air, and the constant chirping of insects.
Obito sped ahead, stepping on the thick tree branches.
"It's just ahead!" He pointed to an extremely thick ancient tree to the left. "Under that tree!"
""
The five people slowed down at the same time, as if a taut bowstring had been loosened a little.
They all landed around the big tree.
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As soon as I steadied myself, a crisp, impatient voice came from the shadows.
"Hey, I'm telling you, you guys are way too slow!"
His voice was loud and assertive, and he spoke with a self-righteous air.
Soon, a shapely figure casually emerged from the shady side of the thick tree trunk.
She crossed her arms over her chest, her pale purple nail polish gleaming coldly in the dim light, and her lips were slightly pursed, clearly indicating that she was getting impatient.
"Hinata, I'm so sorry."
Obito immediately raised his hand, smiling apologetically, and said, "I encountered some trouble on the way, which delayed me."
Hinata didn't seem to listen to his explanation at all. Her pure white eyes didn't linger on Obito for long, but instead casually glanced at Minato and Kushina, finally looking behind them—their gaze paused.
The girl's face, which had been full of impatience, suddenly froze.
"two?"
She raised her hand and pointed to the two blond boys standing side by side.
"Mianma? How come there are two of you?"
Hinata at this time was completely different from the Hyuga lady in Naruto's memory, who stuttered and always had a red face.
She was wearing a loose gray coat, the zipper only halfway up, revealing a black mesh bra underneath, the lines of her upper body faintly visible.
Her lower body was covered by extremely short hot pants and long leggings, and the exposed skin was particularly eye-catching in the dim forest.
Her hair was slightly longer than Hinata's in real life, falling to both sides and swaying gently with her movements.
This outfit created a striking contrast with her still somewhat childlike and innocent face.
She exudes a fiery and daring aura.
Her aura was crisp and decisive, completely different from the real-life little white rabbit who would faint if she met Naruto.
"Wow----"
Naruto couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Is it really Hinata?"
[Ding! Naruto's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +900!]
In real life, Hinata would take a long time to prepare a simple "good morning" to him.
The girl in front of them complained about how slow they were from the very first thing she said, and her outfit was so daring; she looked like a super fierce hot girl no matter how you looked at her.
Naruto in his dream was also slightly taken aback.
Even in his world, Hinata Hyuga is still that young lady who speaks softly and stutters when she meets people.
Now, her entire demeanor has completely changed.
Despite his shock, he quickly regained his composure.
"You're Hinata Hyuga, right?"
Naruto in the dream took a step forward to confirm his identity.
Hinata glanced at him with her eyes, her expression indifferent, and said, "Hmm."
Naruto couldn't help but lean closer and whisper, "Hinata—she's become so bold."
"cough."
Minato Namikaze stepped forward, breaking the brief awkward silence.
"Hinata," he said in his usual gentle and cheerful tone, "these two are not Menma."
He quickly and briefly recounted the situation of the two Narutos.
After listening, Hinata's Byakugan swept back and forth between the two of them twice, as if weighing their expressions.
The curiosity that arose because there were two people with the same face quickly disappeared after it was confirmed that it wasn't the real person.
She pouted and impatiently flicked her hand away.
"Tch, turns out it wasn't that idiot Menma after all."
"That's so boring."
As she spoke, she turned around and casually pointed her thumb in a direction behind the giant tree.
"The clues are over there."
"I found it with my eyes wide open, and I've been guarding it since the beginning, not letting anyone get close and cause any damage."
Everyone looked in the direction she was pointing.
On the ground covered with fallen leaves, a familiar orange color came into view.
"Mianma's clothes!"
Kushina's eyes widened suddenly.
She practically sprinted over, crouched down, and carefully picked up the coat.
Her palm slid across the fabric, the familiar texture making her heart race.
She washed, dried, and folded each of his clothes; the feel of them was unmistakable.
"That's right, it's Menma's clothes." Kushina looked up, her eyes filled with unease. "He was wearing this before he disappeared."
Naruto in the dream quickly walked forward and half-squatted down next to Kushina.
"Let me see."
He stretched out his fingers and examined the collar, cuffs, and hem of the clothes.
There were no tears in the fabric.
The threads are neatly trimmed, with no signs of being torn or broken.
There were no obvious mud spots on the hem of the garment, and the color remained clean.
"There was no tearing, no blood, and no rolling marks; it didn't look like a surprise attack."
"It looks more like he took it off himself."
Minato Namikaze stood to the side, watching the way the examiner examined him, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
"I agree with you; this is very likely a clue left behind by Menma himself."
Hinata put her hands on her hips, her Byakugan automatically activated, and her gaze swept around her surroundings.
"I looked around before, but unfortunately I didn't find him."
"If that idiot dares to play hide-and-seek with me nearby, I'll kick him right off the tree."
Kushina's lips twitched when she heard this, but she didn't interrupt.
Naruto in his dream stood up and glanced around at the dimly lit woodland.
The tree trunks are dense, the ground is undulating, and fallen leaves and low shrubs completely obscure the view.
He frowned slightly.
"If it really was Menma's own coat—"
"Then he will most likely make other markings nearby."
Naruto in his dream quickly organized his thoughts: "Tree trunks, the ground, bushes—all are possibilities."
"We need to conduct a thorough search of this area."
Minato nodded immediately.
"Obito, Hinata, you two check the east and north sides." He quickly assigned tasks. "Kushina, you and I will take care of the west side."
His gaze finally settled on the two Narutos: "I'm asking you two to form a team and take charge of the south side."
"Stay vigilant and report any findings immediately."
"clear!"
The six people responded almost simultaneously.
Obito and Hinata leaped up the tree trunk from the left and right, quickly disappearing behind the layered canopy.
Minato and Kushina nodded to each other and quickly disappeared into the depths of the forest along the gentle western slope.
South side.
The dream version of Naruto and Naruto spread out to the left and right, maintaining a distance of about ten meters, each searching in their predetermined direction.
Naruto was clearly more anxious than usual.
"What kind of mark will Menma leave behind?!"
"Don't get too caught up in the formalities," Dream Naruto reminded him. "First, look at everything you can see. If you notice anything amiss, call me immediately."
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Unlike Naruto, who was practically crawling on the ground searching everywhere, Naruto in his dream world was much calmer in his search.
He found a spot with a relatively open view, jumped onto a tree, and used the height of the trunk and branches to raise his line of sight a little, scanning the landscape from near to far.
Low shrubs, moss-covered stones, tangled tree roots, crooked tree trunks, and tree holes riddled with insects —
He quickly sifted through the environments in his mind that would be convenient for leaving a mark.
The further we went, the denser the forest became.
A dozen meters away, an ancient tree that would take two people to encircle stood quietly.
Naruto's gaze suddenly froze for a moment in his dream; he seemed to see something that didn't belong in this forest.
The mask was completely different in style from the several masks that the mysterious masked man in my memory usually used.
The mask has a simple design, but its outline has a certain animalistic feel to it, somewhat like a cat, somewhat like a fox, and is closer to the mask style commonly used by the Konoha Anbu.
Through the eye holes in the mask, he saw a pair of eyes.
Those eyes were cold and empty, devoid of any emotion, as if even their humanity had been stripped away, leaving only the mechanical focus of locking onto their prey.
The moment their eyes met, Naruto in his dream world suddenly stopped breathing.
A chill ran from the soles of my feet all the way to the back of my neck, making the hairs on my body stand on end.
They are the enemy.
Moreover, it was an enemy whose presence was extremely well concealed, capable of silently lurking nearby even without being detected by the group of six.
The level of danger is likely far greater than they had anticipated.
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