Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

"Onii-chan!" Izuna arrived just in time. He rushed forward and hugged Madara tightly. Izuna knew that if Madara made a move, it would trigger a conflict between the Uchiha and Hyuga clans.

Uchiha Tajima and Hino arrived shortly afterward. Seeing the tense scene before them, they were secretly glad that they had arrived in time. Their former subordinates and hawks also arrived one after another.

The surviving elders of the old clan were furious about Madara Uchiha killing several elders; they could not tolerate such a thing happening within their own clan.

An elder stepped forward and said indignantly, "Even if it is the young clan leader, he should be punished for killing a clansman without permission."

Uchiha Tajima had long been prepared to turn against his former subordinates; he knew that this conflict was inevitable.

Uchiha Yasuo is leading his headquarters men on their way. Once they arrive, he will have enough power to suppress his former subordinates.

"Dispose of them? You can try. I don't mind eradicating the old guard completely."

Madara Uchiha turned around, his eyes filled with determination. The three tomoe in his eyes spun rapidly, blood flowed from his pupils, and finally transformed into a straight tomoe pattern.

Chapter 19: Passionate Feelings

"The Mangekyou Sharingan! Hahaha, as expected of my son!" Uchiha Tajima laughed excitedly when he saw Madara's eyes.

He knew that with these eyes, Madara's strength would experience a qualitative leap, and the long-standing threat to the Uchiha clan could be eliminated today.

In this dog-eat-dog world of ninjas, nothing is more convincing than absolute power.

The former subordinates, who had been trying to resist, suddenly fell silent.

They were well aware of the power of the Mangekyou Sharingan. With the young clan leader possessing these eyes, the main branch would not show them any mercy. Once the two sides went to war, the old members would suffer heavy losses.

"The Uchiha clan needs no alliances, nor will they form marriage alliances." Having achieved his goal of intimidation, Madara left these words behind and turned to leave under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Sitting by the window in your room, an ancient book lies open on your lap, but your gaze has already shifted from the yellowed pages to the lonely moon.

"Isn't it him?" Your voice carried a hint of doubt and confusion.

His slender fingers unconsciously stroked the pages of the book. He slowly put the book down, stood up, and extinguished the flickering candlelight.

The room was plunged into darkness instantly, with only moonlight filtering through the window and casting dappled shadows on the floor.

Just as I was getting ready to rest, a soft but urgent knock on the door broke the silence of the night.

Before you could light a candle, you walked toward the door, relying on your familiarity with the room's layout.

"Madara?" you asked tentatively, but there was no response from the person outside the door, only slightly heavy breathing.

After hesitating for a moment, you reached out and opened the door. A strong smell of blood immediately hit you. By the moonlight, you could see the person outside the door.

Madara's long black hair was slightly disheveled, his pale face was splattered with blood, and his once sharp eyes now showed the Mangekyou Sharingan in a straight line.

"Straight?" you exclaimed in surprise, unable to understand how Madara had awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan.

What's even more unsettling is that Madara's current state is extremely strange, emanating a repressive aura.

By the moonlight, Ban slowly reached out and gently stroked your face. His fingers were icy cold and smelled of blood, but his eyes were terrifyingly deep.

"What happened?" you asked softly, your voice full of concern.

"I heard you have someone you're engaged to?"

"This is a family arrangement." You try to keep your voice calm, but your heart is in turmoil.

"The family's arrangement? Then what am I in your heart?" Ban took a step forward, the stench of blood on his body growing stronger. His tone was filled with anger and resentment, and his clenched fists trembled slightly.

"Madara, we should keep our distance." You took a deep breath and said what you had already thought of.

In your opinion, an overly close relationship with Ban might bring many changes to the plans you are currently making.

Upon hearing this, Ban was taken aback for a moment, then a sneer appeared on his face.

His smile was unruly and arrogant, as if mocking the absurdity of your thoughts. Suddenly, he reached out and gripped your wrist tightly, with such force that it hurt you.

"Keep your distance?" Madara moved closer, their bodies almost touching, the oppressive aura emanating from him making it hard for you to breathe. "Do you think that's possible?"

You try to break free from Ban's grasp, but find that his strength is beyond your imagination. "You..." Just as you are about to speak, Ban suddenly traps you in a corner, his hot breath spraying on your face.

An aggressive kiss landed without warning; Madara's movements were fierce and urgent, as if he wanted to vent all the pent-up resentment and unwillingness he had felt over the past few days.

His hands gripped your waist tightly, leaving no gap between you.

You never imagined that Ban would express her emotions so directly and passionately. Shocked, you subconsciously slapped Ban across the face.

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the silent room, and the scene fell silent instantly.

Ban tilted his head slightly, a striking red mark appearing on his face, but he quickly regained his senses, grabbed your other hand tightly, and kissed you again.

This time, Madara's kiss carried a hint of dominance and tenderness, as if he wanted to merge you into his body.

After a long while, Ban finally let go of you, and both of them were breathing rapidly and erratically.

"You're absolutely insane!" You leaned against the wall behind you, breathing in the fresh air.

"They've already been killed by me, and your marriage to Hyuga is off." Madara's voice was deep and magnetic, his profound eyes carrying an undeniable force.

You understand that the "they" Ban mentioned refers to the elders among the old guard who advocated for marriage alliances. You didn't expect Ban to be so decisive, and a complex emotion welled up in your heart.

You try to turn your head away from Madara's gaze, but Madara uses his fingers to pull your chin back, forcing you to look directly into Madara's eyes.

"We were meant to be together, and no one can separate us." Ban hugged you tightly and whispered in your ear.

"What do you think, future clan leader's wife?" Ban's tone carried a threatening and obsessive undertone.

Pressing your hand against Ban's chest, you can clearly hear his strong heartbeat.

I don't know if I can accept Ban's love. This feeling of being loved makes me feel alive, and makes me crave this warmth and reluctant to push it away.

Your heart is filled with contradictions. You do have feelings for Ban, but you have always kept these feelings buried deep in your heart and dared not easily reveal them.

Instead of directly answering Madara's question, you suddenly asked, "What is your relationship with the ninja cat?"

Madara chuckled softly, his breath brushing against your ear, "It's my clone."

You suddenly realize why Madara's three younger brothers acted so strangely when they saw the ninja cat, and why the ninja cat was so affectionate towards you.

"Are you spying on me?" You frowned slightly, not understanding why Madara would send his clones as ninja cats to approach you.

"If that's what you think, then so be it." As he spoke, Madara hugged her even tighter. A strong possessiveness welled up inside him, and he wanted to hide Nagi away, to hide her away in a place where there were only the two of them.

"It's getting late, you should go." You tried to keep your voice calm as you pushed Ban away. You needed time to sort out your chaotic thoughts and clarify the complicated relationship between you and Ban.

Ban gave you a deep look, said nothing, and turned to leave the room.

After Madara left, you squatted on the ground, hugging your knees. You couldn't understand why your relationship with Madara had become so complicated.

After calming myself down and sitting on the edge of the bed, the ninja cat jumped in.

Its red eyes, as deep as the eyes of a spotted creature, gaze at you quietly, then nestle down beside you as if nothing had happened.

With your eyes lowered, your expression unreadable, you ultimately accepted the fact that Madara's clone was approaching you.

Lying in bed, you stare at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Occasionally, the hooting of a night owl breaks the deathly silence of the night.

You lost count of how many times you turned over in bed, and before you knew it, the dawn had quietly crept up the windowsill, announcing the arrival of a new day.

I splashed cold water on my face, trying to dispel my weariness, but the mirror still reflected a bloodless face.

The ninja cat is sitting upright at the door, its blood-red eyes staring straight at you.

For some reason, you don't want to get too close to the cat. "What are you doing here?"

Seeing that you remained unmoved, the ninja cat tilted its head, seemingly puzzled, before biting the hem of your assassin's robe and pulling it outwards with all its might.

Following this furry figure through the winding corridors, the Uchiha compound was not yet fully awake in the early morning, and the patrolling ninjas' gazes shifted back and forth between you and the ninja cat.

When the vermilion wooden door of the council hall came into view, the ninja cat suddenly jumped up the steps and lazily lay down, its tail idly sweeping the ground.

The moment I pushed open the door, the scent of sandalwood mixed with the fragrance of ink wafted towards me.

Uchiha Tajima sat in the main seat, wiping his sword, the blade reflecting his sharp gaze.

Ban leaned against the carved window frame, the morning light filtering through his slightly disheveled black hair, casting interplay of light and shadow on his face.

The moment he looked up when he heard the door open, you could clearly see the guilt and burning possessiveness flashing in his eyes.

"Elder Nagi, did you sleep well last night?" Madara's voice was hoarse from the morning, but the last syllable inexplicably rose.

You lowered your eyes to avoid his gaze and silently walked to the futon opposite you and sat down.

Tajima calmly observed the two men, his sword sheath twirling gently in his palm. "Now that the old guard is leaderless and no longer poses a threat to the Uchiha, what are your thoughts?"

A brief silence fell over the hall, broken only by the tinkling of the copper bells on the eaves, carried by the draft.

You clenched your fist hidden in your sleeve, your nails leaving dark red crescent marks on your palm. When you looked up, you met Madara's interested gaze. "I'll hear what Elder Nagi has to say first."

"Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots." Your voice echoed subtly in the empty council chamber.

Tajima paused, his sword sheath stilled, and Madara's pupils contracted slightly.

A wave of surprise washed over them, but it was quickly replaced by undisguised admiration. Only by completely eliminating their old subordinates could the Uchiha clan be free of any worries.

“If it’s the same as mine, that’s much easier.” Ban suddenly laughed, his laughter carrying a hint of unbridled joy.

You gripped your samurai sword tightly. "I'll handle it. Anyway, my people can't do anything about me."

Upon hearing this, Tajima couldn't help but twitch his lips. Although what she said was true, he couldn't help but feel that this girl exuded an arrogant air.

"Since that's the case..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Madara.

"I'll go with you." Madara stood up abruptly, walked up to you, and looked down at you.

You try to avoid the oppressive aura of Ban, but as you pass by Ban, he suddenly grabs your wrist.

"I said let's go together, so let's go together." Madara's voice was deep and domineering, carrying an unyielding power.

"I can manage on my own." You struggled a little, but Ban's hand was like an iron clamp, not moving an inch.

"No." Madara's answer was concise and decisive. After saying that, he pulled you out of the council hall.

Tajima watched the two figures disappear into the distance and sighed helplessly, "Sure enough, once children grow up, they're no longer under our control."

Madara's fingers never loosened, and you could feel the strange looks from the patrolling ninjas, making your ears gradually burn.

When you reach the training grounds at the edge of the clan's territory, Madara suddenly pins you against a cherry blossom tree.

“Uchiha Nagi,” Madara’s breath brushed past her ear, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms, “you’re avoiding me.”

You instinctively tried to push him away, but Ban grabbed your wrist and pinned you against the tree trunk.

"Look at me." Madara's voice carried an undeniable command.

When you are forced to look into his eyes, a torrent of emotions surges within that crimson vortex.

The sound of cherry blossoms falling drifted from afar, and Ban's thumb gently caressed your wrist pulse. "Last night, I was serious."

Your heart skips a beat, and those deliberately forgotten images suddenly flood back to you.

When Ban's lips pressed down again, you heard your own chaotic heartbeat, mixed with the cawing of crows in the distance.

Their breaths mingled, and after what seemed like an eternity, Madara finally released you.

Looking down at your wrist, which has been gripped red, you may realize that from this moment on, you can never turn back and can only sink deeper and deeper into a love filled with blood and fire.

Madara Uchiha arrived at the familiar river early in the morning. He stood quietly on the riverbank, his eyes deep and firm as he gazed at the water, pondering his upcoming meeting with Hashirama.

Although they came from different families, their sincere friendship was especially precious in this era of war and chaos.

Before long, Hashirama arrived, looking preoccupied.

His steps were slightly heavy, and his brows were furrowed. When he saw Ban on the opposite bank, he paused for a moment, then looked up. Their eyes met in the air, and for a moment, it seemed as if time stood still.

After a long silence, Madara broke the silence first: "Let's skip stones to say hello." Hashirama nodded slightly in agreement.

So, with a gentle wave of their arms, the two of them caused the stones to leap on the water's surface, splashing up a string of sparkling water droplets.

Madara's eyes were fixed on the stone that Hashirama had thrown at him, and he caught it steadily as it approached the shore.

Turn it over, and you'll see the words "Run!" written on it.

Ban's eyes sharpened instantly, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

At that moment, Hashirama also saw the word "Danger!" written on the stone in his hand.

"I remember now, I think I have something to do," Hashirama said, looking somewhat flustered.

"Me too," Ban replied calmly.

Both of them understood that this was an unspoken agreement between them, and that they wanted to take this opportunity to escape this dangerous situation.