Naruto: My Eye Technique is Infinite

Tianshui slowly woke up from his dream, his eyelids seemed to be carrying a thousand pounds of weight, and he opened them with great effort. His breathing was steady, but there was an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart. The warm sunlight shone on his face through the gaps in the curtains, and the familiar furnishings in the room came into view one by one. On the table was a wood carving that he was very familiar with, and in the corner were several books that he had read carefully. All this seemed normal, but he had an indescribable illusion in his heart.

He suddenly sat up from the bed, holding the quilt tightly with both hands, with hesitation and confusion in his eyes. This is his room...but why does everything seem so strange? He subconsciously recalled the dream just now, those extremely real scenes - endless battles, bizarre crossings, thrilling adventures, and those partners who fought side by side with him. But now, everything in the dream disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"Could it be... this is just a dream?" he murmured to himself, but deep down he couldn't believe it.

Countless images flashed through Tianshui's mind: the other worlds he had been to, the countless strange sights he had seen, he even remembered the despair and passion when he fought the enemy with all his might. He remembered every detail with Mito, those seemingly real emotions and promises, were they just illusions?

He got off the bed and stepped on the cold floor, as if to confirm whether all this was real. He looked around, and everything in his familiar daily life was the same, but the feeling of loss in his heart could not be shaken off. In his dream, he was wearing armor, controlling the powerful eye technique "Shenwei", traveling between countless worlds, and fighting the most powerful enemies. But now, he is just an ordinary young man.

"These days, are they real or just dreams?" Tianshui stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection, familiar yet strange. In his dreams, he was omnipotent, but in reality, he was just an ordinary person. What about those people in his memory? The images of Mito, Nalan Yanran, and even Otsutsuki Momoshiki seemed to be lingering, but did they really exist?

"Is it an illusion, or have I really traveled through time?" He questioned in his heart, but there was no answer.

Suddenly, he felt an indescribable sense of emptiness enveloping him. All those countless battles, countless worlds, countless emotions that he thought he had experienced seemed to slip through his fingertips like dust at this moment, leaving only a faint warmth and illusory memories. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and the figures of his companions kept appearing in his mind, those comrades who had lived and died with him in battle.

"Mito..." Tianshui whispered, his heart aching. He couldn't accept that all this was a dream. Was the Mito who fought side by side with him and trusted him just an illusion in his dream? And what about those exciting and dangerous battles? He clearly remembered every moment of every battle, every attack, every injury. Those extremely real pain, excitement and fear, were they just fictions in his mind?

Tianshui sat dejectedly on the bed, holding his head in his hands, trying to sort out the confusion in his mind. However, the cruel reality kept reminding him that all this was just a dream. And now, he had to accept this cruel fact. All the adventures, all the passions, all the sacrifices... were nothing but illusory fantasies.

"Is this the end?" Tianshui asked himself in a low voice, his eyes gradually dimming. He had fought countless times in his dreams, for survival, to protect the people around him, but now, the reality of the ordinary made him feel a great irony.

The wind outside the window blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness. Tianshui stood up, walked to the window and pushed it open. The sun shone on his face, warm but with a little sting. The world outside was quiet and peaceful, as if nothing had ever happened. Those companions who had shared life and death with him, those soldiers who had fought side by side with him, all disappeared without a trace.

Tianshui felt an indescribable loneliness in his heart. He used to be a hero in his dreams, but now he was just an ordinary young man. He looked up at the sky, which was boundless, as if mocking his empty dreams. He sighed and gently closed his eyes.

"Maybe... some dreams are destined to remain just dreams." He murmured in a low voice, with a glimmer of tears in the corner of his eyes.

Everything returned to calm, and Tianshui never returned to that world full of adventure. The ordinary and tranquility of the real world surrounded him. The passion and enthusiasm he once had were only a memory in his dreams. He took a deep breath, and felt unprecedented relief in his heart.

"Maybe, this is my real life." He whispered to himself, with a bitter smile on his face. With a little reluctance, Tianshui slowly walked out of the room to welcome his ordinary life.

When the dream ends, the story ends.

The novel is finished.

(Looking at the horrible results, my heart felt like it was hit hard by a heavy hammer, the pain was unbearable. Looking at the two or three yuan of royalties in front of me, it seemed as if they had turned into insurmountable mountains, making me feel extremely frustrated and powerless. At this moment, I really don’t want to continue writing at all. I just want to find a quiet corner to silently lick my injured heart. Oh! That’s it, everyone, we will meet again if we are lucky! I hope that when we meet next time, I will be in a better mood and the performance of the new book will be improved...)