Chapter 211. That's a Dream!

Chapter 211. That's a Dream!

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At this moment—

Only three tables were left without a determined winner.

All the spectators were nervously watching, but… one table was filled with a strange and eerie atmosphere. Another table had a purple-haired girl's tiles turning into paper and flying everywhere in an overwhelmingly dominant performance. And the last table… was pure chaos, with various ninjutsu and poisonous gas flying all over the place.

Except for the chaotic table, the winners of the other two tables were already pretty clear to everyone.

Today's match—

Although somewhat unexpected, it didn't seem as intense as the previous days.

It was way too calm!

It didn't feel like a ninja tournament at all.

However—

Just when everyone thought this match was going to drag on for a while—

"I'm a bit tired." Elder Hana suddenly pushed her tiles aside. "After playing for so many days, it's time for me to go back and rest. Little girl, don't lose now."

"Yes, yes, I'm feeling tired too." Elder Setsuna was briefly stunned, then quickly nodded and pushed his tiles aside as well. "I have high hopes for you, girl!"

"???"

Everyone was confused.

The two of them suddenly surrendered, making the winner—Hyuga Suzune!!!

But at this moment—

Suzune was stunned, her mouth slightly open. "Elder Hana, Elder Setsuna…"

"Alright! Keep going!"

Under Suzune's surprised gaze, they left calmly, hiding their merits and fame.

Meanwhile—

Just as the crowd was still processing what happened, Konan, who had been dominating the game, also unexpectedly surrendered.

The scene instantly fell into silence.

Then—

Like a flood bursting through a dam—

"Rigged! Rigged!"

"That's right! We demand a rematch!"

"This is absolutely rigged!"

Unfortunately—

This was Konoha.

Without orders from above, whatever happened next would happen.

Anyway… no one had paid for tickets.

So, under the host's announcement, Hyuga Suzune and Uzumaki Kana advanced to the next round.

The last match—

Only Obito's table remained.

This outcome truly caught everyone off guard!

Helplessly—

Everyone could only turn their attention to Obito's table.

At this point, the remaining matches were already being fought at a high level. Since that was the case… well… watching some beautiful women play mahjong tomorrow didn't sound too bad.

So, everyone focused on Obito's table.

And Obito's match was unexpectedly intense. Although it hadn't escalated to the point where massive Tailed Beast projections were appearing mid-game, it was still pretty spectacular.

However—

The Konoha genius who was hailed as a "dark horse" was about to lose.

Could it be that… neither of Konoha's two dark horses would advance this time?

At this moment—

Kakashi and the others had also noticed. They sighed helplessly. Even though Obito was still holding on, with so many ninjutsu flying around, defeat seemed inevitable.

"What a shame." Ebisu adjusted his glasses. "Looks like he's going to lose."

"There's no helping it. Obito's ninjutsu… is too limited." Shiranui Genma nodded with a regretful sigh. "Getting this far is already impressive."

"That's right! That's right! Isn't this already pretty good?"

As they spoke—

Everyone fell silent, still feeling a little disappointed.

"Oh well, Obito and Kakashi gave it their all. Since that's the case, let's go grab some milk tea!" Shiranui Genma stretched lazily and said, "Let's buy one for Obito too. He can have it when he's done."

After he finished speaking—

Everyone hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The outcome was already decided, and it wasn't like this was some critical event. They had only joined the tournament out of curiosity anyway.

Time to head out!

However—

Just as they were about to turn around and leave for milk tea—

"You're really going to walk away like this?" A deep, suppressed voice rang out. "Are you seriously going to abandon your companions like this?"

"?!"

Everyone froze and turned around.

When they saw the furious face of the person sitting in the wheelchair behind them—they were stunned.

"Asuma?"

What are you doing here?

And… why are you in a wheelchair?!

However—

Asuma still stared at them with wide eyes. "Are you really going to walk away like this?"

"He already lost. It's just a mahjong tournament anyway," the group looked confused, wondering why Asuma was getting angry at them for no reason. "What's wrong with you…"

Before they could finish—

"Shut up!" Asuma roared, cutting them off and glaring at them. "Even if it's just a mahjong tournament, it's still a competition! It's still an honor! How can you just give up so easily?"

"Do you realize how many people's dreams are tied to this? How many people wish they could participate but can't? You're trampling on other people's dreams!"

"Asuma, what's gotten into you?"

He was acting like he'd been injected with chicken blood.

"Shut up! I don't have teammates like you!" Asuma shouted, glaring at them as if he wanted to ram his wheelchair into them. His eyes showed sadness as he sighed deeply and shook his head in disappointment. Finally, he looked up and roared, "I dragged myself here, pushing this wheelchair all by myself, just to see… this?! Do you know what I went through just to come watch this tournament?!"

70% anger, 30% regret.

He had barely recovered from his injuries before being sent back to the hospital. Just as he was about to be discharged, he was attacked by two enemies. It was rare that he was almost recovered, so he came to watch the game with great interest… only to get ambushed by those bastards from Kirigakure. In the end… he had no choice but to come here in a wheelchair.

And now he was watching them lose interest and plan to get milk tea? The more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt.

He felt so miserable!

"You guys are traitors! Bastards! How dare you abandon your friends!"

If he ever won 10 million, he definitely wouldn't share a single ryo with these bastards—not even a cup of milk tea!

However—

Everyone exchanged awkward glances. Seeing Asuma's face full of grievance as he pushed himself forward in a wheelchair, they hesitated for a moment before helplessly saying, "Obito has already lost!"

As soon as those words fell—

Asuma's glare sharpened. "Obito is still holding on, and you guys are already giving up?! Who are you to say he's lost? The ones who lost are you!"

"Trash!"

A single roar—

Everyone froze.

They turned toward Obito, who was still fighting to hold on. Then they looked back at Asuma, who was struggling to push his wheelchair forward. A wave of shame surged through them.

Asuma was right.

They were the trash!

Even Obito, whose face had turned green from poisoning, hadn't given up. Even Asuma, who hadn't fully recovered, had pushed himself here in a wheelchair to watch the match.

And yet—

They, as Obito's teammates, had given up first?!

They had abandoned their companions!

Where was their Will of Fire?!

"You guys get lost! Go drink your milk tea! Get out of here!" Asuma cursed as he pushed his wheelchair forward. "I, Asuma—"

Before he could finish—

He hit a step, lost his balance, and was about to fall backward—

But a pair of hands steadied his wheelchair.

Asuma froze and turned his head to see Kakashi. "…Kakashi?"

"Sorry." Kakashi's face was calm as he said, "We almost abandoned our comrade this time."

"Ah! My youth cannot be extinguished like this! Let's cheer for Obito together!"

"That's right! Let's all cheer for Obito!"

Everyone smiled.

Their faces seemed to glow with determination, leaving Asuma briefly stunned. After a moment, he snapped out of it and smiled.

"Let's cheer for Obito together!"

As soon as those words fell—

With the group's help, Asuma was finally lifted onto the platform.

Then—

Everyone took a deep breath.

And suddenly—

"Obito! Come on!!!"

A deafening cheer echoed throughout the hall.

Everyone in the hall froze and turned toward the group of teenagers. Their hearts couldn't help but be shaken by the scene.

Is this Konoha's next generation?

Even the Third Hokage, sitting below, smiled in satisfaction as he murmured to himself, "The future of Konoha…"

Where the leaves fall, fire will continue to burn. The flames will continue to illuminate the village and nurture the new leaves to grow.

He really was getting old.

But—

Sarutobi Hiruzen suddenly frowned in confusion as he looked at his "dog."

He hadn't seen him for a few days and thought he'd been staying at a friend's house… but why were his legs lame?

Both legs?!

Why hadn't he heard about this?

At that moment—

As everyone was still stirred by Konoha's strong bonds—

"Hey, hey, you perverted, shameless bastard! You defeated me, Nii Yugito!" A voice suddenly rang out from Kumogakure's side. "How could you possibly lose here?!"

As soon as those words fell—

Something was off!

Everyone's curious gazes turned toward Obito—

Suddenly—

A massive blue giant figure emerged from Obito's body…

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