Grandfather...
Looking at the white-bearded old man whose expression beca sowhat cautious, Fredri involuntarily opened her mouth, but seed montarily at a loss on how to respond, so she pursed her lips and shook her head slightly.
"I see..."
Gazing at the "granddaughter" in front of him, the white-bearded old man nodded slightly, indicating he understood, then smiled rather helplessly:
"I wondered why I felt I was suddenly dominated just now, directly knocked over, and your silly brothers started causing all sorts of chaos; turns out it was all your doing.
By the way, Fredri, since you are different from the past, then the legends left by the ancestors are true? The sanctuary will bring hope to the Saint? And the essence of hope itself..."
"The essence of hope itself is the future Saint, and the will of the current Saint will permanently exchange with her future self, receiving revelations from the future."
After adding a word to the white-bearded old man's sentence, Fredri slightly opened her mouth, and a small lighthouse-shaped mark, appearing at an unknown ti, was slowly and uniformly rotating on her tongue tip.
"What is this?"
"This is the lighthouse at the peak of Ring Ti Mountain, the only secret pattern in Old Soil that can illuminate all ti, and it is what hope guides to find in the future."
After briefly explaining the origin of the lighthouse mark, Fredri withdrew her pale pink tongue tip and hesitantly said:
"Grandfather, I saw in the future..."
"Alright, there's no need to tell that."
Interrupting Fredri as she spoke, the white-bearded old man laughed heartily:
"The ancestors have said that revelations are only for you alone, and only you can know; others' attempts to probe will inevitably result in calamity. Are you trying to harm by telling about the future?"
"…"
Indeed...
Facing the grandfather who, like in the past, still chose to give up listening to the future, Fredri paused briefly, then nodded without saying anything. Looking at her, the white-bearded old man couldn't help but inquire worriedly:
"Child, are you doing well in the future?"
Am I doing well?
Upon hearing her grandfather's inquiry, Fredri bit her lip and shook her head slightly:
"I'm doing... actually alright, but also... um... am I about to wake up again?"
"What?"
"Nothing..."
Shaking her head at her confused grandfather, in the large room where the light suddenly beca dim, Fredri appeared sowhat obscure as she extended her arm to gently embrace her slightly stooped grandfather. Then she slowly closed her eyes.
Soon after, just as in countless tis before, the once familiar world began to crack before her eyes, then compressed and shattered by powerful reality, finally turning into countless fragnts of mories, plunging into the boundless darkness between reality and dream.
As the dream was entirely engulfed by the dark world, dazzling white light illuminated Fredri, standing with eyes closed in an embracing posture, "sketching" her out of the void left by the broken dream.
Now it's your turn!
With the gloomy expression before leaving the dream suddenly vanished, seeing Leon diving back into her dream and storming around, yet pretending as if nothing was wrong, Fredri gritted her teeth and took off the Dream Butterfly from between her brows, handed it to Leon, and humd through her nose:
"Continue?"
"Ah, alright."
Leon, still figuring out how to build trust and seek information, replied, then reached for the Dream Butterfly and placed it between his brows, closing his eyes and pondering again.
Fredri's subconscious resisted fundantally because she doesn't trust enough, and trust boils down to forming bonds, allowing her to lower her guard... um...
Has it started again?
Watching Leon actively relax his spirit and dive into the dream, breathing lightly and evenly, Fredri took a deep breath and rudely slapped his brow, once more slapping out the Butterfly Dream that allows one to enter others' dreams.
If unlucky on this trip, reaching the destination requires at least a hundred jumps; I don't believe you can dream fifty tis consecutively, each without exposing any secret!
Intending to probe Leon's secrets, Fredri gritted her teeth, picked up the Butterfly Dream, placed it on her brow, and then beca a butterfly once more, diving into Leon's dream.
"Fu."
When Fredri opened her eyes again, she found Leon, who had changed to blond hair and grew three horizontal whisker marks on each cheek, firmly clutching her shoulder as he earnestly spoke:
"Your Uchiha clan is essentially wiped out; our Whirlpool clan is too. Your whole family was killed by your father's son, my whole family by my father's disciple. Moreover, now your father's son is even hanging out with my father's disciple; this is the bond between us!
Since we are so destined, shouldn't we often hang out and strive to build a... ah right! Unbreakable bond? Like having mutual trust greater than 90 points, where we can comfortably share each other's secrets?"
"???"
…
What kind of ridiculous dream is this person dreaming of!!!
Struggling out from Leon's dream for the thirty-sixth ti, recalling in the dream how Leon, while shouting Kakafut, charged over with strange gem earrings and insisted on fusing with her to fight Demon Pudding's Vegeta, Fredri shivered with fright.
Ever since asking her dream self a question about "trustworthiness," this damn bastard, infested with so madness, has started having increasingly bizarre and... passionate dreams.
Sothing like Uchiha Fu and Whirlpool Ang, Kakafut with Vegeta, Steel Egg Hero and Captain Lotus... Often when entering his dream, before understanding what's happening, she's forced into so bizarre interpersonal relationship.
As for the worlds he dreams of, each one is more abstract than the last...
Places with unusual power yet fighting tooth and nail for a mission from ordinary people; places wielding anomaly items that can grant any wish yet keen on eliminating half of the populace to ensure resource sufficiency—the Purple-skinned Garlic, etc.
What's he plotting with all this!
Exhausted by Leon's various intruded, modified strange dreams, but getting no secrets in return, Fredri beca numb, hesitating whether to stop peering into his bizarre dreams and just let it go.
Yet as she hesitated whether to give up, due to Kakafut in the dream refusing to fuse together, resulting in being beaten solo by Demon Pudding, Leon faintly woke up, cast a disappointed look at her, and sighed regretfully.
"..."
What does this sigh an? Huh? So you're blaming in the dream for refusing to fuse with you and thus being unable to beat Demon Pudding? This... this...
…
What kind of all over the place dreams is he having?
Back to the Dream Resting Valley with broken will after escaping narrowly from being shattered by sothing called "Spirit Bomb," Dream Resting Master furiously dispersed his will, turning the once peaceful Dream Resting Valley chaotic.
Seriously... who dreams thirty-odd dreams consecutively, each ti with a different identity? Which dream is really his spirit core!!!
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