"Ahem."
Cangyue cleared his throat twice to hide his embarrassment.
His mouth had gotten ahead of him.
He had accidentally revealed the answer too soon.
But it hardly mattered.
He casually snapped his fingers.
An invisible sword way domain silently unfolded, enveloping the carriage roof.
The wind outside could still be heard, but their conversation was completely sealed off.
"No one can hear us now."
Cangyue shifted into a more comfortable position and remained lying down.
"So, tell me. How was the experience?"
"Of course, a positive review would be appreciated."
He was genuinely curious about Itachi's verdict.
The dream's ending had been far from perfect.
Although the Uchiha had successfully seized Konoha, and Itachi had become Hokage and even briefly united the Shinobi World, war and resistance had never truly disappeared.
Still, the journey had been satisfying enough.
At least the Uchiha had won.
Itachi stood on the carriage roof, silent for a long time.
The memories of more than a decade in the dream had already sunk into the depths of his consciousness, but the insights those experiences had brought remained crystal clear.
After a moment, he slowly spoke.
"Dream-haunted amid storms of turmoil..."
As his words fell, an immense wave of killing intent erupted.
Boom!
An almost tangible pressure swept across the carriage roof, even lifting Cangyue's black hair slightly.
That was not the sort of killing intent a single battle could produce.
In the dream, Itachi had first led the Uchiha to seize Konoha, then fought Kumogakure, and finally faced tens of thousands of shinobi head-on.
The people who had died by his hand were already beyond counting.
And in the end, his ultimate takeaway from that dream came down to a single word.
Kill.
Kill until no one in the world dared claim supremacy.
In