Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Even if this marriage ultimately fails, the showmanship must still be done.

After all, both the Uchiha and Hyuga clans are prestigious families, and any slight disturbance could cause a huge uproar.

You know all too well that as long as the power of the old guard is not eliminated, the internal strife within the Uchiha clan will never end.

I'll silently remember this debt and get my revenge sooner or later.

In the Senju clan's territory, Hashirama Senju sat quietly at the table, clutching a portrait of Madara Uchiha in his hand. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with hesitation and inner turmoil.

The news that Itama had been captured by the Uchiha clan weighed heavily on his mind, making him restless and unable to eat or sleep.

Hashirama felt a pang of pain in his heart at the thought of the suffering his younger brother might be enduring.

He knew that Madara was a powerful opponent of the Uchiha clan, but every time he recalled his encounter with Madara, those pure and happy times made it impossible for him to feel pure hostility towards Madara.

Amidst his worries and inner turmoil, Hashirama decides to return to the river where he and Madara once skipped stones together.

Perhaps there, he can find inner peace and sort out his chaotic thoughts.

A gentle breeze caressed the grass along the riverbank, and the river flowed gurglingly, creating ripples.

Hashirama Senju wandered alone on this familiar riverbank, his heart as turbulent and restless as the river itself.

The Uchiha and Senju clans have a long-standing feud, and the flames of hatred burn fiercely between the two clans, seemingly never to be extinguished.

Hashirama spotted that familiar figure in the distance; it was Uchiha Madara.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and finally chose to pretend he didn't know Madara was from the Uchiha clan. He forced a smile and greeted Madara in a casual manner: "Hi, we meet again!"

Madara turned his head and saw that it was Hashirama, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a bright smile: "Yes, what a coincidence!"

This was their third meeting, and each encounter brought them closer together, as if an invisible force was drawing them together.

The two exchanged a smile, and a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere filled the air.

Without the family feuds and the smoke of war, at this moment, they were just two innocent teenagers.

"How about a spar?" Hashirama suggested, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Ban readily agreed, "That suits me perfectly!"

Before the words were even finished, the two had already assumed their fighting stances and instantly entered a state of combat.

This was a fierce physical contest; both fighters moved nimbly and powerfully, each move brimming with strength and skill.

Madara was surprised to find that Hashirama was able to fight him to a standstill in terms of taijutsu, which completely ignited his competitive spirit.

They moved swiftly and agilely on the grassy bank of the river, their fists and feet flying and kicking up clouds of dust.

Their clothes were soaked with sweat, but their eyes remained firm and focused.

Chapter 15 Obsession

In the midst of a fierce collision, Ban was at a disadvantage head-on, stumbled and fell to the ground, and the stone in his hand flew out.

Seeing Madara fall, Hashirama felt a surge of pride. He straightened up, a victorious smile on his face, and boasted, "Madara, it seems I'm stronger than you!"

Ban lay on the ground, panting heavily, without making a sound.

His eyes revealed a hint of resentment, but more so, an acknowledgment of Hashirama's strength.

Just as Hashirama was feeling smug, before he could even react, he heard a loud "bang" as the stone Madara had thrown earlier spun around and slammed into his head.

Hashirama felt a sharp pain in his head, and his vision went black. His body, which had been barely holding on due to the intense sparring with Madara, could no longer support him and he collapsed to the ground.

Ban was taken aback when he saw this, then burst into hearty laughter. "I'm not that easy to deal with!" His laughter echoed along the riverbank, filled with childlike pride and joy.

Hashirama lay on the ground, rubbing his head which had been hit and giving a helpless, wry smile. "When did you throw that rock, you bastard?"

Madara smiled and replied, "At the very last moment."

A cunning glint shone in his eyes, a wit and mischief characteristic of youth.

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter, their laughter echoing over the river and startling a flock of birds.

At this moment, the cruelty of war and hatred seemed to have never existed. They were like two carefree best friends, enjoying this rare moment of happiness.

"Hot Mom, this will be where we meet from now on!" Madara looked at Hashirama, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Okay!” Hashirama did not refuse and agreed without hesitation.

Hashirama Senju suddenly remembered that Tobirama seemed to want to discuss ninjutsu with him today, so he immediately got up. "Madara! I think I have something urgent to attend to, I'll be leaving now!"

Before Madara could reply, Hashirama hurriedly left.

Madara Uchiha still had a smile on his lips from their playful sparring earlier, and his eyes revealed a hint of anticipation for their next meeting.

Just then, you slowly emerged from behind the bushes, your figure light and graceful, and stood silently in front of Ban.

Ban turned to look at you, his gaze instantly becoming gentle and tender, as if it could melt the surrounding air.

"That's a new friend of mine, though I don't know which family he's from."

His voice carried an undisguised joy, as if he were sharing a precious secret with you.

Looking up at the spots, a ripple of emotion stirred within you.

But when you hear Ban talk about this new friend so unguardedly, you frown slightly and a hint of hesitation flashes in your eyes.

You opened your mouth, as if you wanted to say something, but hesitated, struggling internally about whether to reveal the truth that might shatter Ban's current good mood.

Ban keenly noticed your unusual behavior and tilted his head slightly. "What's wrong?"

His eyes seem to see right through you, leaving you nowhere to hide.

You take a deep breath, raise your head, and look directly into Madara's eyes. "He is the young patriarch of the Senju clan."

You don't want to see Madara deceived by Hashirama's seemingly honest and harmless appearance. After all, the hatred between the two clans has a long history, and this friendship may have been forbidden from the very beginning.

At the same time, after bidding farewell to Madara, Hashirama hurriedly headed towards the Senju clan's territory.

Along the way, he felt both excited and a little apprehensive. Memories of his time with Madara kept flashing through his mind. That energetic and powerful young man had made him experience friendship from outside his rival family for the first time.

When he returned to the clan's territory, Tobirama was already waiting there, his eyes revealing a hint of dissatisfaction and anxiety.

"Where did you go, brother?" Tobirama frowned and questioned Hashirama when he saw him covered in sweat and panting.

He had always been very concerned about the affairs of the clan and placed great hopes on his elder brother, Hashirama. Seeing him like this now, he couldn't help but feel worried.

Hashirama was startled by Tobirama's sudden question, and a hint of panic flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure.

He avoided Tobirama's sharp gaze and replied casually, "It's nothing!"

He knew that if Tobirama found out that he and Madara Uchiha had become friends, it would cause a huge uproar, and he didn't want to break this budding friendship so soon.

Seeing Hashirama's evasive words, Tobirama's suspicions deepened.

He stared intently into Hashirama's eyes, trying to find the answer within them, but Hashirama consistently avoided his gaze.

"Brother, is there something you're hiding from me?" Tobirama asked again, his tone already tinged with displeasure.

Hashirama smiled helplessly and patted Tobirama on the shoulder. "It's really nothing, don't worry about it."

After saying that, he left in a hurry, leaving Tobirama standing there alone, his eyes revealing deep doubt.

Tobirama secretly resolved to find out what his older brother was hiding from him, and that he would secretly follow him next time to find out.

When Madara heard you reveal Hashirama's identity, the smile on his face froze instantly, and a look of shock and complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He never imagined that the boy who skipped stones with him, practiced martial arts, and chatted with him was actually the young patriarch of the Senju clan, and his family's nemesis.

Although he had already guessed Hashirama's identity, the confirmation now left him with mixed feelings, a mix of emotions surging within him.

He and you silently returned to the Uchiha clan's territory. Neither of you spoke a word the entire way, and the atmosphere became unusually heavy.

After returning to his clan's territory, Ban bid you farewell with a heavy heart and went back to his dwelling alone.

He sat by the window, gazing at the sky outside, his mind filled with images of his time with Hashirama, and he was caught in a deep struggle.

Madara's distraught appearance naturally did not escape Izuna's notice.

Seeing that his brother had been silent ever since he returned, with an unprecedented look of confusion and bewilderment in his eyes, Izuna couldn't help but become suspicious.

He knew something important must have happened to make his usually strong and confident brother like this.

"Brother, what's wrong? Did something happen?" Izuna asked cautiously, her eyes filled with concern and worry.

Madara turned his head, looked at Izuna's young and worried face, and gently shook his head, saying, "It's nothing, don't worry about it, go do your own thing."

He didn't want Izuna to get involved in this complicated emotional entanglement and family conflict; he just wanted to think quietly about what to do next.

Although Izuna was filled with doubts, he had no choice but to leave when he saw that his brother didn't want to talk about it.

He decided to investigate secretly and find out what was troubling his brother so much.

Walking alone on the village path, the houses on both sides gradually lit up with dim yellow lights. A figure turned out from the alley entrance and blocked your way.

You look up and see Uchiha Yoshihide. You don't usually interact much. You nod slightly, preparing to walk past him and continue on your way.

“Sister.” Liangying’s voice trembled slightly, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet street.

You abruptly stopped, turned around incredulously, and asked, "What did you call me?"

Liangying clenched her fist tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. "At first, I felt a strange familiarity from you, and I thought it was just my imagination. But from those Sharingan eyes, I saw Su's obsession."

"Su's obsession?"

In an instant, an invisible force enveloped you, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

When you come to your senses again, you find yourself in a cherry blossom grove.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through layers of petals, casting dappled light and shadow on the ground.

Not far ahead, a boy is standing with his back to you. As if sensing someone's presence, the boy suddenly turns around, his eyes instantly lighting up like two bright stars.

"Oniisan!" the boy called out, running lightly toward you, stirring up a gentle breeze that caused pink cherry blossoms to flutter down.

Before you could react, the boy hugged you tightly.

A familiar scent wafted over you, and your body stiffened slightly. Then, you trembled as you raised your hand and gently ruffled the boy's hair. "Ah Su."

Uchiha Su looked up and saw your reddened eyes, feeling heartbroken. "Don't cry, I've been missing you so much."

You lowered your eyes, a few clear tears sliding down your cheeks, "I miss you too."

You gently stroked Su's face, as if touching an incomparably precious treasure.

After calming down, you sat under the cherry blossom tree and watched the sunset together.

The sky was dyed orange-red, like a beautiful painting.

"Is the ninja world at peace now?" Su suddenly asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

"not yet."

"Did Uchiha Yoshio succeed in usurping power?" Su hesitated for a moment, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

"I killed him." Your voice was calm as still water, but it carried a resolute tone.

"Good for him! With him around, the Uchiha clan will never have peace!" Su Huan clapped his hands happily, his face beaming with an innocent smile.

After a while, the smile on Su's face gradually disappeared. He turned his head and looked at you earnestly, "Sister, are you lonely?"

You didn't answer immediately, and after a long silence you slowly spoke, "No, I have been searching for power, searching for the ability to resurrect."

Su leaned gently on your shoulder, "I have accepted death, sister, don't suffer, I will always love you."

Feeling the warmth of Su, a surge of warmth wells up in your heart, and you suddenly want to be immersed in this illusion forever, free from pain and despair.

"Sister, we may meet again in another world. I just wonder if you will still recognize me?"

Uchiha Suku sensed her sister's thoughts and, not wanting her to lose herself in the illusion, slowly dispelled the genjutsu.

You awaken from the illusion, looking around at everything with a hint of bewilderment in your eyes.

"I apologize for offending Elder Nagi. I only wish to fulfill Su's last wish." Liang Ying's voice came from behind. He knew you needed time to compose yourself, so he turned and left, his figure gradually disappearing into the twilight.

Sunlight struggled to penetrate the carved window frames, casting a few weak rays.

Two long swords are crossed and carried on your back, the cold, hard material of the scabbards contrasting sharply with your graceful figure.

The white samurai robe fluttered slightly in the wind, and your black high ponytail was neatly tied up. You stood quietly in the corner of the Internal Affairs Pavilion.

Perhaps because of your identity as a suicide squad member, you rarely get involved in political intrigue.