Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

He muttered to himself, "How much money will this cost? What a waste."

But his voice was quickly drowned out by the cheers and laughter of the crowd.

"Then it's settled, let's go together!" Tsunade clenched her fist tightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

You leisurely wander through the rooms, your eyes scanning your companions as they frantically pack their things, a faint smile occasionally playing on your lips.

You look at this, you look at that, and finally you shrug and take nothing.

In one corner of the base, Kisame's luggage was piled up like a small mountain, with the huge Samehada leaning against the side.

The area around him was piled with all sorts of strange underwater breathing equipment, and a huge shark plush toy that nobody knew where he got it from.

There are also countless Samehada skincare products; it's as if they're taking the entire ocean on a journey.

Nohara Rin's side was equally impressive, with various medical kits, spare clothes, skincare products, and cute little accessories piled up to the brim.

She kept stuffing things she might need into it, muttering to herself, "Just in case it comes in handy."

On Xiao Nan's side, various styles of paper umbrellas, spare paper, and some exquisite clothing were neatly stacked. Each piece looked like a carefully selected work of art, and the sheer number of them was astonishing.

Hidan, watching from the side, kept shaking his head, and finally couldn't help but shout, "We're going on a vacation, not moving house!"

He carried a small bag containing his ritual knives and some dry rations. For him, faith and basic survival supplies were enough to get him through the journey.

Nohara Rin glanced up at Hidan, casually replied "I know," and then continued tidying up her things.

She picked up one item after another, carefully considering whether to put them into her already packed luggage. Her eyes were full of anticipation and worry for the trip, afraid of forgetting anything she might need.

Nagato stood beside Konan, looking at the mountain of luggage, his lips moved slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Isn't this a bit too much stuff?"

His voice carried a hint of caution, as if he was afraid of upsetting Xiao Nan.

Konan turned her head and gave Nagato a cold glance, her eyes seemingly filled with ice.

Nagato suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and quickly shut his mouth, not daring to say another word. He simply stood silently to the side, watching Konan continue her work.

You strolled over slowly, and Tsunade, with her sharp eyes, noticed that your hands were empty. Immediately, as if she had found an ally, she reached out and put her hand on your shoulder, saying with a smile, "It seems we think alike!"

Tsunade herself only carried a small handbag containing some simple cosmetics and a few medical books.

She has always been free-spirited and unconventional, with simple material needs. For her, this vacation was more about relaxing than being burdened by cumbersome luggage.

Sasori and Itachi stood aside, quietly watching everything.

Scorpion's eyes were cold. He carried a small box on his back, containing his beloved puppet parts and some repair tools. He seemed indifferent to the noise around him.

Itachi remained as composed as ever. His luggage was simple and tidy, consisting of a few black clothes, some commonly used ninja tools, and a few books on genjutsu.

A hint of doubt flashed in his deep eyes, wondering why you would travel empty-handed. But being reserved by nature, he didn't ask any further questions, and simply stood there silently, waiting for the moment to depart.

Yahiko didn't seem to care that you were empty-handed. He patted you on the shoulder and said, "It's fine if you're empty-handed. You can always buy something when you get to the Land of Water."

He didn't have much luggage himself, just some light clothing and some important documents from the organization, in case there were any emergencies that needed to be dealt with during the vacation.

He was filled with anticipation for this vacation, hoping to take this opportunity to help everyone relax and also enhance the bonds between the organization members.

Especially my relationship with you.

Chapter 144 Amusement Park (1)

Kakuzu sat alone in the corner, with an account book and a pen spread out in front of him. He watched everyone pack their luggage while constantly writing and drawing in the account book.

He would occasionally shout, "What a waste!" He was calculating all the expenses for this trip, from transportation costs to accommodation costs, and the possible expenses for each person.

Every number felt like a knife to his flesh; the pain on his face seemed to speak of his boundless love for money and his deep helplessness regarding this extravagant trip.

Deidara was quietly busy in the open space outside the base, his hands covered in clay as he carefully sculpted a giant clay bird.

This bird is so lifelike, with clearly visible feather patterns on its wings, each feather like a meticulously crafted work of art.

"This is your means of transportation to the Land of Water," Deidara said, humming an off-key tune as he kneaded the object, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he looked forward to his creation carrying everyone safely to the Land of Water.

"How can this possibly fit?" Hidan scratched his messy silver-white hair, sighed dramatically, and kept glancing in your direction.

Deidara confidently raised his chin. "Watch me, hmm!" He formed hand seals, and chakra flowed between his fingertips.

The already enormous clay bird began to expand at a visible rate, and the shadow of its outstretched wings gradually enveloped everyone.

You tilt your head slightly and feel several pairs of eyes staring intently at you, but you pretend to be focused on observing the changes in the birds' flight.

Scorpion snorted coldly, "It's just a temporary means of transportation. True art should be eternal." As he spoke, he took a step closer to you without making a sound.

"Alright, everyone, let's hurry up and move our luggage." Konan's purple eyes swept over the mountain of luggage. "Hidan, you're in charge of helping Rin carry her luggage upstairs."

Hidan immediately squeezed in, his large white scythe crashing to the ground with a clang. "Hey, Konan, you're being too biased! Kakuzu is clearly stronger than me—ow!" Before he could finish speaking, Kakuzu punched him on the head.

"Shut up and get to work, you idiot." Kakuzu's green eyes swept darkly over the pile of luggage, especially the large boxes near Rin's feet that were clearly filled with medical books and herbs. "These will cost extra..."

Once all the luggage was finally packed, everyone boarded the flying bird. Deidara deliberately arranged the seats so that you could sit near the driver's seat, right next to him.

“You wicked girl, this is the best spot, hmm.” He patted the seat next to him, his blond hair gleaming in the sunlight.

Scorpion walked straight to your other side and sat down. You were sandwiched between the two of them, and you could clearly feel the invisible sparks in the air.

"Let's go!" Deidara shouted excitedly. The bird slowly rose into the air, and as it gained altitude, a sudden gust of air caused it to bounce violently.

You lose your balance, and your body involuntarily tilts to one side.

In an instant, two hands supported her at the same time: Deidara's warm palm on her right and Sasori's arm, which was still gentle despite being encased in a puppet shell, on her left.

"Be careful, hmm." Deidara's voice was close to my ear.

"Sit tight." Scorpion's tone remained indifferent, but the force in his hand was unusually gentle.

Deidara gave Sasori a defiant look. "I can take care of that wicked woman. You don't need to worry about her."

Sasori's Hiruko mask turned towards Deidara, his voice dangerously low, "You can't even control a flying bird, how can you talk about taking care of it?"

The two-hour flight ended in a subtle atmosphere. When the birds landed on the grass of the water country, you were almost the first to stand up, eager to breathe in the air free of competition.

"We're finally here!" Hidan jumped off Asuka and stretched. "Hey, hey, you carriage over there! Come help us with our luggage!"

Kakuzu's face darkened further when he saw the total amount of luggage. "Ten carriages... how much will that cost..."

By the time the ten carriages were finally loaded with luggage and set off, the sun had already completely sunk below the horizon.

Inside the carriage, you were seated in the most comfortable position, an arrangement that was tacitly agreed upon by everyone.

The road was rugged, and the carriage jolted from time to time. In one violent jolt, you lost your balance and fell forward.

The expected pain didn't come. You opened your eyes and found yourself lying in Deidara's arms. The boy's arms were tightly wrapped around your waist, and your faces were close enough to feel each other's breath.

"Are you alright? Hmm?" Deidara's voice was a little hoarse, and his golden bangs fell down, almost brushing against your nose.

Your face flushed instantly, and you hurriedly tried to get up, but another jolt caused you to fall back into Deidara's arms. This time, you could clearly hear his rapid heartbeat.

"Looks like someone's enjoying this," Orochimaru chuckled mischievously.

Sasori's chakra threads silently wrapped around your wrist, and with a gentle pull, he pulled you away from Deidara's embrace and placed you steadily beside him.

“Sit still,” he said briefly, but his fingers did not immediately loosen.

Xiao Nan and Lin exchanged a glance. Lin had a faint, bitter smile on her lips, while Xiao Nan looked at you thoughtfully.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, the lead carriage suddenly braked sharply, and Yahiko's voice came from ahead, "Watch out!"

Before you could react, you were thrown towards the edge of the carriage by inertia, and in an instant, several figures pounced on you!

"We're here! We can finally soak in the hot springs!" Deidara skipped and jumped to the front, his golden ponytail swaying with his movements, and clay birds fluttered merrily on his shoulder.

"Hello, we have a room reservation." Yahiko placed the number plate on the front desk and smiled brightly.

When the receptionist looked up, her sweet, professional smile froze instantly upon seeing your large group.

Her gaze swept from Yahiko and Nagato to the people behind them, finally settling on Kakuzu, the black-clad man who was calculating something in a small notebook.

"Sir, are you... are you sure you only need two rooms for so many people?" Her voice was like a bird being strangled.

"puff--!"

Deidara, who was drinking water, spat it out. The water droplets drew bright arcs in the air and splashed onto the three-square-meter ground in front of him.

His blond hair stood on end like a startled cat. "Two?! Huh?!"

Tsunade rubbed her temples. "Jiraiya, am I hallucinating from drinking?" She turned to the white-haired man beside her. "Pinch me."

Jiraiya had just raised his hand when Orochimaru's chakra threads entangled him in mid-air. "Don't try to take advantage of me, you old pervert."

Xiao Nan and Lin screamed at the same time, "What!"

Shisui's lips twitched as if he had been electrocuted, Sasori's puppet fingers clicked, and Itachi, the ever-calm Itachi, merely raised his eyebrows slightly, but his Sharingan had already quietly activated, as if to confirm that this was not some kind of illusion.

Haku and Zabuza exchanged a glance. Haku covered his mouth with his hand, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably; Zabuza tried his best to keep a straight face, but his twitching lips betrayed him.

Orochimaru blinked blankly, while Kimimaro looked around in confusion, completely bewildered as to what had happened.

"Kakuto—zu—!"

Kisame's roar shook the crystal chandelier. As he turned, the bandages on his Samehada skin ripped open with a "rip," revealing three rows of sharp fangs that gleamed coldly in the light. "You only booked two rooms?!"

All eyes were drawn to Kakuzu like shuriken. The black market merchant was quietly retreating, his back pressed against a pillar in the hall.

Hidan's face flushed red at a visible speed, and his silver hair swayed as he jumped up. "Black-faced scumbag! There are so many of us! Two rooms! Did you learn math from a toad?!"

He charged forward, brandishing his blood-red scythe, while Kakuzu hurriedly hid behind a pillar. "Calm down! Men get a room, women get a room. I'm just trying to save money!"

The scene flashed through everyone's minds: a dozen grown men crammed into a Japanese-style room, Itachi and Shisui meditating back to back, Deidara and Sasori kicking the blankets at each other, Kisame's Samehada pressing down on Hidan's foot, and Kakuzu getting up in the middle of the night to count money...

"It's too beautiful, I can't look." Jiraiya covered his eyes.

"You don't even spare yourself!" Hidan circled around the pillar and grabbed Kakuzu by the collar. "Are you a devil?!"

Koto was so dizzy he saw stars. "Three...three rooms is enough, isn't it!"

"Three rooms? You want us to sleep on top of each other?" Kisame joined the fray, stepping on the floor next to Kakuzu, and cracks instantly spread.

Tsunade smashed the marble countertop of the reception desk with her fist. "Kakuzu! Do you think I'm here to be a sardine can contest?"

"Four rooms..." Kakuzu weakly bargained, his eyes glancing at you, "Two rooms for girls, two rooms for boys..."

Kisame's fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "Do you think we're selling vegetables? Haggling over prices!"

"Forget three rooms!" Hidan spat all over Kakuzu's face. "You might as well make us all sleep on the streets! And without paying a single penny!"

What's truly breathtaking is that Kakuzu actually stopped struggling, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Actually... if the weather were nice..."

"He actually believed it!" Lin exclaimed, covering her mouth.

"I'm going to kill you!" Hidan had already raised his scythe.

Itachi remained calm, though a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. Shisui whispered in his ear, "It seems that our 'Akatsuki Hokuto' has become beyond reason in its obsession with money."

Kakuzu hurriedly hid behind Yahiko, who sighed and spread his arms like a mother hen protecting her chicks. "Calm down, Hidan!"

Nagato rubbed his aching temples, his Rinnegan filled with exhaustion. "Kakuzu, this time you really went too far."

Seeing the situation getting increasingly chaotic, Yahiko said, "Alright, alright, stop arguing. I'll rebook rooms, one room for each person."

Hearing Yahiko's words, everyone's emotions calmed down a bit. Kakuzu muttered, "How much money will this cost!" and everyone rolled their eyes at him.

Finally, the rooms were booked, and everyone took their room keys and went back to their rooms. Hidan kept muttering to himself as he walked, "I can never let Kakuzu book rooms again!"

The amusement park gates slowly opened in the morning light. You stood in the middle of the crowd, squinting to adjust to the dazzling colors that suddenly flooded your vision.

The towering Ferris wheel traces a perfect arc against the blue sky, the roar of the roller coaster intertwines with the screams of the tourists to create a joyful symphony, and the air is filled with the sweet aroma of cotton candy and grilled squid.

"A carousel?" Hidan raised an eyebrow, his red eyes full of disdain. "What's so fun about that?"

Xiao Nan didn't answer; her gaze was completely captivated by the row of exquisitely crafted wooden horses.

A rare hint of girlish sentiment flashed in her purple eyes as she gracefully approached a snow-white wooden horse, her fingers stroking its exquisitely carved mane with a gentle touch, as if she were caressing a precious work of art.

"So cute!" Lin skipped and hopped towards a pink pony, its ribbon swaying gently with her movements. She turned back and waved at you, "Come and choose one!"

You nodded slightly and slowly walked towards the rotating platform. Last night, you were once again troubled by a strange dream, and now you felt unsteady on your feet, as if you were walking on cotton.

Your gaze falls on a dark blue wooden horse, a color that reminds you of someone's Susanoo.

"Whose is it?" Before she could even process what was going on, her body had already automatically leaned against it.

The rocking horse slowly started, and melodious music began to play.

You lean against the horse's back, feeling the gentle rise and fall, as sunlight streams through the stained glass roof, casting dappled shadows on your pale face.

My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and the sounds of my companions' laughter and conversation gradually faded into the distance...