Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Madara's chakra instantly boiled, and a blue aura formed a shield around him. He never thought he would meet the founder of the Uchiha clan in this way, and he didn't understand why the other party had appeared at this time.

“Don’t be nervous.” Indra raised his hand, a simple gesture that contained an irresistible power. “I’m here to tell you some… buried truths.”

Ban squinted. "About what?"

"Regarding the Eye of the Moon Project," Indra's lips curled into a meaningful smile, "regarding Black Zetsu... and also the girl you're pursuing."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Madara's pupils contracted sharply. "What do you have to do with all of this?"

Indra seemed to see through his thoughts and chuckled, "You think she's just an ordinary Uchiha girl? What an... interesting idea."

As he spoke, the alternate dimension began to distort and deform, and scenes that Madara had never seen before flashed around him.

Ban's breathing became rapid. He suddenly realized that he may never have truly understood you, the dangerous woman who seemed to be under his control but actually roamed between multiple parallel universes.

“It seems,” Indra said, looking with satisfaction at Ban’s wavering expression, “we have a lot to talk about.”

At the same time, inside the Akatsuki base, you suddenly shivered, as if someone were stroking your back with icy fingers.

You look up at the void, and a barely perceptible golden glint flashes in your eyes, disappearing in an instant.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Nan keenly noticed your unusual behavior.

You shake your head, revealing a perfect smile. "It's nothing, I just feel...some interesting things are happening."

Chapter 190 - A Perilous Love (9)

The chaos of the other dimension gradually subsided, leaving only the silent confrontation between Madara and Indra.

Madara narrowed his Rinnegan slightly, gazing intently at the legendary ancestor before him.

"Who exactly is she now?" Ban's voice was deep and carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Indra chuckled, but his eyes were chillingly cold. "You just need to know that the other two 'she's' will not tolerate your current unbridled behavior."

Madara's pupils suddenly contracted. "The other two...?"

Countless fragments flashed through his mind in an instant: the unfamiliar look you occasionally gave me, the strange chakra that occasionally surged within you, even memories you yourself couldn't recall...

Madara's fingertips tightened slightly, and his chakra surged violently within him. "I will pass on these words to you as well."

His counterattack was swift and ruthless; his crimson Rinnegan stared directly at Indra, showing no sign of backing down.

Indra choked for a moment, then chuckled softly, but his laughter carried a hint of danger.

"Looks like I guessed right." Madara pressed his advantage, arms crossed, relaxed yet wary. Although his resurrected body was immortal, he dared not be careless in the face of the progenitor of the Otsutsuki clan.

Indra's smile vanished, and his handsome, almost otherworldly face became completely solemn.

He raised his hand, and the surrounding alternate space twisted and deformed, conjuring countless shimmering fragments of images. Some were familiar faces, while others were unfamiliar ones. The only thing they had in common was that pair of eyes that were sometimes pitch black and sometimes golden.

“I’m not here to argue with you about these things.” The black rod of Yin-Yang Release condensed in Indra’s palm, then slowly dissipated. “Keep an eye on any strange energy fluctuations on her body… I’m not sure if it’s friend or foe.”

Ban's breathing faltered slightly. "What do you mean?"

Indra did not answer directly. A wisp of pitch-black chakra condensed at his fingertips. That chakra did not belong to the Five Elements Escape Techniques, nor even to any known power system. It was twisted and chaotic, yet it carried a strange sense of order.

“This is not the power of the ninja world,” Indra’s voice was deep. “It comes from a higher dimension… and Nagi is its vessel.”

Ban's fingertips clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force. "You mean... there's something sealed inside her?"

Indra shook his head. "It's not a seal." His eyes became complicated. "It's symbiosis."

"What exactly is she?" Ban asked.

"She is the 'door'."

"A gate connecting two worlds." Indra's Rinne Sharingan flickered slightly. "And her existence determines the survival of the ninja world."

"So...you were all spying on her?" Madara's voice was as cold as ice.

Indra did not deny it.

"Including you, Uchiha Madara." He said calmly, "You think you've fallen in love with just an ordinary woman? No... you've fallen in love with someone even the Sage of Six Paths fears."

Madara's Rinnegan suddenly contracted, and his killing intent erupted instantly. "You dare touch her—"

“I won’t,” Indra interrupted him, “but others might not.”

"How much do you know about her?" Ban suddenly asked, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

Indra gave him a meaningful look. “Enough, yet not enough.” This answer was clearly meant to provoke him.

Madara's chakra went out of control for a moment, and the blue energy drew a dazzling trajectory in the alternate dimension.

He forced himself to calm down and began to re-examine every detail of their interactions, those unusual things he had previously overlooked, those moments when you skillfully changed the subject, those occasional flashes of unfamiliar light in your eyes...

"Why are you telling me this?" Madara squinted. "We should be enemies."

Indra's figure began to blur, and the alternate dimension fluctuated as if it were about to dissipate. "Because no matter who she is, no matter what is sleeping within her," his voice faded into the distance, "we all want her to live."

"Beware of Golden Eyes; when her eyes turn gold, don't believe anything she says..."

“Remember, Ban…” Indra’s last voice echoed in the void, “When you truly see her true nature, will you still be as attached as you are now?”

The tactile sensations of the real world returned to his body, and Madara found himself standing in a secret room at the Akatsuki headquarters, as if he had never left.

And the unknown mysteries surrounding you are casting an ever-growing shadow over his heart.

When Ban pushed open the door, he found it was ajar.

Under the dim light, you curl up on the sofa, hugging a soft pillow, your breathing even and long.

You are asleep, your black hair cascading over your shoulders, your eyelashes casting dappled shadows on your cheeks, looking completely unguarded.

Ban stood at the door, staring intently at you. After a moment, he stepped closer and reached out to take the pillow from your arms.

In your sleep, you subconsciously reach out to grab him, your arms sweeping forward, and Ban leans down, letting you hug him.

The cold touch jolted you awake.

"...You're back?" You blinked, your voice still soft from just waking up, but you had already let go of her arm, wanting to create some distance.

Ban didn't give you that chance.

He sat down right next to you, and the sofa sank slightly under his weight, instantly making the originally spacious space feel cramped.

You instinctively moved to the side, but Ban's knee pressed against your thigh, trapping you firmly in this small space.

"Now that you're awake, let's have a proper talk." His voice was deep and carried an air of unyielding authority.

You looked up at him, your brows furrowed slightly. "What are you trying to say?"

Ban's fingers casually twirled a strand of your hair. "For example, how do you view our relationship?"

This blunt question instantly snapped you out of your daze. You turned your face away, but your ears turned red with honesty. "What does it matter? It's just a matter of accepting the consequences of a bet."

Ban chuckled softly, then suddenly grabbed your waist and turned you to face him.

This position forces you to straddle his lap, the hem of your robe slipping down to your thighs, your warm skin pressed directly against his cold armor.

"Can love really fade away with time?" Madara's fingertips caressed your cheek, complex emotions surging in his Rinnegan. "You were the one who loved me to death, and now you want to stay far away from me."

He held you tightly in his arms, and your breathing became rapid involuntarily.

The scent of the stigma was too close, carrying the smell of battlefield smoke and ancient scrolls, forcefully invading your senses. You tried to struggle, but he pressed down on your lower back even tighter.

"Why would you care about something like this?"

Ban's fingertips caressed your waist, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy. "It's you I care about."

Your breath hitches, and your heart races uncontrollably. You hate this feeling of being so easily swayed by him, and you hate even more his gaze right now—focused, deep, as if you were the only one he cared about.

"Stop being so self-righteous." You looked away. "You don't understand what love is at all."

Ban's eyes darkened. "Then teach me."

Your eyes widened. "What?"

"Since I don't understand, then you tell me—what is love?"

Between breaths, you could clearly feel his suppressed emotions, and suddenly realize that Ban wasn't teasing you; he was genuinely confused.

This realization sends a jolt through you: "Love is not about possession."

"what is that?"

You were silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and touched his cheek, your fingertips gently tracing his cold, handsome features. "Love is... even when letting go, still hoping the other person is happy."

Ban's eyes suddenly darkened. "Impossible."

He gripped her wrist so tightly it felt like he was going to crush her bones. "I will never let go."

You winced in pain, but didn't struggle; you just watched him quietly. "So you'll never understand."

These words were like a sharp blade, piercing Ban's heart.

His pupils contracted slightly, then he sneered, "I don't need to understand."

"People change." You turned your head away from his gaze. "Just like how you used to pursue the Eye of the Moon, and now..."

“That’s different.” Ban interrupted you, his thumb stroking your lower lip. “My devotion to you has never changed.”

This sentence made the air in the room suddenly feel thick and sticky.

Ban suddenly lowered his head, his nose brushing against your earlobe. "You're trembling."

"Cold..." you stubbornly retorted, "Your body is too cold."

Ban deliberately slipped his hand inside the back of your robe's collar, his cold palm pressing against your warm back, causing you to gasp in surprise.

"How about this?" His breath tickled your ear. "Is it cold enough?"

You suddenly grabbed Ban's collar, pressed your forehead against his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "...Every day I waited for you back then felt like being slowly tortured to death..."

Madara tightened his arms around you, and his resurrected body was faintly burning hot.

“I know.” He softened his tone, which was unusual for him. “So now it’s my turn to wait for you.”

Inside, your sighs are drowned out by Ban's kisses.

"You're really... a persistent ghost..."

Ban chuckled softly, placing your hand on the pillow beside you. "Likewise, my little fox."

Before dawn, the Akatsuki base was already bustling with activity.

As you push open the door, you happen to see Hidan and Deidara wrestling in the hallway. Hidan is still clutching Deidara's blond hair, while Deidara grits his teeth and smears a clay bomb in Hidan's face.

"You're crazy! If you pull my hair again, I'll blow you up! Huh!"

"Ha! With your little toys? The Evil God will grant me eternal immortality!"

You lean against the door frame, watching the two children's childish argument with great interest. Before you can take a few more glances, you suddenly feel your clothes being gently tugged.

Looking down, you see a delicate Hiruko puppet hooking onto your clothes with a slender steel cable, like a silent invitation.

You raised an eyebrow and glanced back into the room. Ban was still lying on the bed, resting with his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of your movements.

You quietly closed the door and followed the puppet away.

In the misty garden, Scorpion stands in the center with his back to you, his mechanical shell gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the dim light.

He seemed to have sensed your arrival all along, and slowly turned around the moment you approached.

Your eyes met in the morning light.

Scorpion paused for a moment, then spoke with a slightly unnatural pause from beneath his mechanical exterior, "...Hmm."

You notice his fingertips trembling slightly, a side effect of excessive chakra manipulation, indicating that he has recently been frantically modifying puppets again.

“You haven’t been to the studio lately,” Scorpion suddenly said, his tone calm but unable to hide a hint of resentment.

"Scorpion, you could have just come to me directly, but you insisted on sending a puppet to lure me out..." Your voice carried a hint of mockery, "What are you afraid of? Afraid of being discovered by Madara? Or—"

You tiptoe and whisper in his ear, "Afraid of losing control?"

Scorpion's puppet fingers tightened slightly, and the steel cable silently wrapped around your wrist with a force that was neither too light nor too heavy, like a warning, or perhaps a kind of hidden possessiveness.

You didn't distance yourself from Scorpio because of his past outbursts; on the contrary, you always felt that Scorpio was more interesting that way.

Just then, the sound of a branch snapping suddenly came from deep within the garden. You turned your head and met a pair of scarlet Sharingan eyes.

Obito, who had been leaning against the cherry blossom tree at some point, his mask askew, said, "Oh dear, it seems I've disturbed you two?"

Scorpion's puppet strings snapped instantly, and dozens of puppets emerged from the shadows.