Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Sasuke suddenly broke free from the illusion and staggered to his knees.

He looked up at the weasel on the tower, and the image of his brother crying on the night of the massacre overlapped with the scene before him, causing a sharp pain in his stomach.

The same golden light flashed repeatedly in the Allied Forces, and everyone saw different fragments: the Jinchuriki experiments in Sunagakure, the mastermind behind Kirigakure's Blood Mist policy, the live research on Lightning Release in Kumogakure... All the darkness that had been deliberately buried was now laid bare in the sunlight.

"Do you understand now?" Your voice suddenly became weary. "We were never enemies."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Kakashi stood still, letting the rain soak his mask.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Obito and Rin, the nightmares of the past years intertwining with the reality of the present moment to create an absurd scene. When you walked up to him, he subconsciously adopted a defensive posture.

"Are you going to hide even from me, Kakashi?" You reach out and remove his mask. "Take a look at the true face of this world."

With a fingertip touching Kakashi's headband, the Kamui dimension was forcibly torn apart.

Kakashi saw Obito's half-body crushed by a boulder, Rin's relieved smile as she crashed into his Lightning Blade, and Minato's dying gaze into the distance... In all the scenes from his memories, there was an extra bystander wearing a tanuki mask.

“We’ve been trying to correct our mistakes.” You withdrew your hand, your voice as soft as a sigh, “but the methods… have been rather extreme.”

Only the sound of rain beating against steel echoed between heaven and earth, like a mournful elegy.

Otherworldly Madara raised his hand to form a seal, and the clouds in the sky were suddenly stirred by some force, revealing a blood-red moon behind them. "You have no idea who the real enemy is."

You turn and walk back to the tower, with members of the Akatsuki following behind like guards.

Before stepping into the teleportation array, you glanced back at the stunned allied forces one last time, a complex light flickering in your eyes: "When 'He' descends, I hope you... will be ready."

As the light flashed, the tower was empty, with only traces of chakra remaining in the rain, proving that it was not an illusion.

Chapter 202 The Moon

You stand before the tactical sand table, your long black hair gleaming coldly under the light. The Akatsuki members sit around a long table, their black robes with red clouds resembling a somber, dark cloud.

"Kabuto." Your voice was soft, yet it instantly silenced the entire room. "Use the Impure World Reincarnation technique to bring back all the fighting forces from the Pure Land."

Kabuto adjusted his glasses, a hint of excitement flashing in his golden snake-like eyes. "Should we limit the number? After all, chakra consumption..."

“All of them.” You interrupted him, your fingers unconsciously tracing the edge of the sand table. “We need every soul that can fight.”

Kabuto pushed up his reflective glasses, a snake-like smile playing at the corners of his mouth. As the scroll that slid from his sleeve unfurled, densely packed Edo Tensei contract texts crawled all over the table like centipedes. "Golden Horn and Silver Horn, White Fang's short sword, Hanzo's salamander... will all become your pawns."

As he spoke, he pressed his fingertips to his heart, saying, "Please feel free to use even my despicable nature."

Orochimaru let out a low, hoarse laugh. "How insane, Miss Tanuki."

"Orochimaru, you and Madara go deal with the Tailed Beasts." Your gaze swept over the nine glittering dots on the sand table. "Use my improved technique to ensure the Jinchuriki survive."

Madara Uchiha snorted coldly, a dangerous glint in his Rinnegan. "Unnecessary mercy."

“A living Jinchūriki is more useful than a corpse.” You replied calmly, your fingertip drawing a bloody line on the sand table, a scratch from a wood shaving you had accidentally made earlier.

The bloodstains quickly seeped into the sand table, like some kind of ominous premonition.

Obito suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the stone floor with a screeching sound. "I'm going to summon the Gedo Statue now."

"Wait." You called out to him, taking out a talisman from your pocket. "Take this with you; it can suppress its backlash."

Their fingers briefly touched as they exchanged the talismans.

Obito's mask twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he simply accepted the talisman in silence, and the vortex of Kamui engulfed him.

"Yahiko." You turn to the orange-haired boy, "Direct the other members to support the various war zones and minimize civilian casualties."

Xiao Nan's paper flowers bloomed silently at her fingertips. "We have already evacuated the residents of the major towns."

“Very good.” You finally raised your head, your eyes reflecting the figures of everyone. “Once Madara becomes the Sage of Six Paths, we will face Kaguya head-on.”

Kisame grinned, his shark-like teeth gleaming coldly. "It's finally time for a big fight!"

Deidara excitedly kneaded the clay, "Hmm! Finally, the ninja world can see real art!"

Scorpion silently adjusted the mechanisms of his parents' puppets, and Hiruko's outer shell emitted a slight clicking sound.

Hidan suddenly began to pray loudly, the Jashin seal on his neck glowing, "May the Jashin be safe!"

Kakuzu paused for a moment while counting his money, and unusually, he didn't mock Hidan.

The meeting ended in a tense atmosphere, and the members left the meeting room one after another to carry out their respective tasks.

You stand alone in front of the sand table, looking at its intricate markings, as if you are looking at your own death sentence.

"You're pushing yourself again." The voice of Another World Madara came from behind.

You didn't look back, thinking, "This is the fastest way."

Madara from another world walked to your side, his fingers tracing the bloodstain on the sand table. "Your chakra is waning."

"An illusion." You turn to leave, but are grabbed by the wrist by Another World Ban.

His Rinnegan stared intently at you. "That technique used your life as fuel, didn't it?"

You gently withdrew your hand, "This is the necessary price."

By the time you walked out of the meeting room, the rain had subsided.

Kabuto stood at the end of the corridor, a massive Impure World Reincarnation formation unfolding beneath his feet.

Countless coffins rose from the ground, emitting a teeth-grinding grinding sound. You silently bit your finger and dripped blood into the array's eye, using the blood of the container as a medium to ensure that the summoned one maintained a clear mind.

"Is this really okay?" Kabuto licked his lips. "Your body will..."

"Continue," you interrupted him, your face growing even paler.

An explosion suddenly came from afar; Orochimaru and Madara had begun their mission to extract the tailed beasts.

Even from a great distance, you can feel the agonizing cries of the Jinchūriki.

The technique created could indeed keep them alive, but it could not eliminate the extreme pain of stripping away the tailed beasts. A sandstorm swept across half of the Land of Rain, and Gaara was struggling unconsciously.

An even more ominous commotion came from Obito's side. The roar of the Gedo Mazo shook the heavens and the earth. Even with the talisman to suppress it, the summoning process was still extremely dangerous.

You cough up a mouthful of blood, which splatters on the corridor wall, proof that your connection with the talisman has backfired.

"Li Nu!" Xiao Nan hurriedly helped you up.

"It's nothing." You wiped the blood from the corner of your mouth. "Go help Nagato."

Nagato's fingertips swept across the void, and the first ghostly flame suddenly surged. The roar of sand rubbing together exploded deep within his consciousness—it was Shukaku.

Yellow sand swept over memories, and the scorching wind carried the chanting of monks. The sealed tea kettle was slightly warm.

Nagato's spine creaked under the strain, as if every bone was being crushed by a sandstorm.

The second flame ignited with blue flames, and the Two-Tails Matatabi's cry carried an elegant cruelty. The faces of the Cloud Village's Jinchuriki, as they were extracted, appeared in the flames.

A red-haired female ninja reached out her hand amidst the flames, but before her fingertips could touch Nagato, she turned to ashes. He coughed up blood, which splattered onto the golem's bluish-gray fingernails.

You clenched your fist in the shadows, the chill of the wall seeping into your skin through your gloves, yet you felt as if you could touch the boiling chakra.

When the third ghostly flame is lit, you hear a mournful cry like that of the deep sea. The memories of the Three-Tailed Isobu surge forth with icy water pressure, and the screams of the era of the Hidden Mist and Blood Mist Village rise and burst like bubbles.

Nagato's Rinnegan suddenly shed tears of blood as they flashed across the youthful yet deathly face of the Mizukage, Yagura.

"We can still hold on." Nagato's voice was like crushed sand.

The fourth and fifth fires were lit at the same time, and the lava of the four-tailed Sun Wukong and the steam of the five-tailed Muwang intertwined to create a hellish scene.

The folk song that Old Purple hummed before his death mingled with the sound of Han's armor rubbing together. Nagato saw you turn back in the lava, your headband on your left arm melted into molten iron.

Your Sharingan unconsciously revealed three tomoe, and you seemed to see the mucus of the Six-Tailed Saiken corroding Utakata's bubble technique. The bubble blown by the young Jinchūriki at the end reflected Mei Terumi's tearful smile.

Amidst the scales and powder shed by the wings of the Seven-Tailed Fox, Fu sleeps forever amidst the sound of the waterfall in Takigakure Village.

Nagato began to tremble violently, the black rod piercing deeper into his shoulder blade, blood dripping down his spine in a winding stream.

When the eighth ghostly flame lit up, Kirabi's rap suddenly stopped.

The tentacles of the eight-tailed ghoul entangled Nagato's consciousness, and the sunlight in the Cloud Thunder Gorge was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

A's Lightning Release armor roared as it approached, but what hurt Naruto even more was his face. The blond boy screamed at him in the mental space, "Should pain be passed on?!"

"Shut up!" Nagato roared as he pressed down on the last flame.

Kurama's chakra surged like a sea of ​​blood, Mito Uzumaki's gentle sealing technique, Kushina's screams during childbirth, the cold and damp cage inside Naruto's body... finally settling on you.

As night fell, the preparations were finally completed. The resurrected powerful figures stood silently in the square, their eyes clear as if they were not dead.

The demonic statue lay prostrate beneath the tower, its nine eyes already mostly open.

The Jinchūriki are placed in special medical pods, their lives sustained by your techniques.

You stand on the edge of the tower, looking down at the bustling scene below, when Obito appears silently behind you.

"Is it worth it?" he asked.

You didn't answer, but simply reached out and caught a falling paper flower—a paper crane folded by Xiao Nan, stubbornly maintaining its shape in the rain.

Ban emerged from the shadows, his six-pointed scepter glowing in the night. "Ready."

You took one last look at Amegakure, and the lights came on one by one, like stars falling to earth.

"Let's go." You turn around, the mask covering your face again. "Let's end all of this."

Your katana sliced ​​through your palm, and drops of blood fell, forming a winding incantation.

"In the name of Uchiha Nagi—"

As the kaleidoscope pattern bloomed in the rain, all members of Akatsuki simultaneously knelt on one knee. Blood, rain, and vows intertwined to form a net, enveloping the collapsing world.

"At the end of this battle, I only wish that all of you..."

Your figure disappeared into the vortex of time and space, and your last words were shattered in the thunder.

"...My wish has been fulfilled."

The lights in the conference room suddenly went out, leaving only the ripples in Nagato's Rinnegan eyes still flowing faintly in the darkness, like a moon that never closes its eyes.

The waterfall at the Valley of the End has long since dried up. The statues of Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha stand facing each other, their mutilated faces appearing even more tragic under the eerie light.

You and Yishi Ban stand at the bottom of the valley, the soil beneath your feet an ominous charred black, as if scorched by some force beyond reason.

You are looking up at that inhuman being floating in the air.

Madara Uchiha, now the Sage of Six Paths, exudes a suffocating aura and oppressive power.

The Seeking Truth Orb slowly rotated behind him, like a fragment of a star orbiting a black hole, devouring all the light and hope around it.

The newly formed Rinne Sharingan on his forehead, a blood-red nine-tomoe eye, was staring indifferently at the sky, reflecting the enormous, eerily blood-red moon.

His skin turned pale, two horns sprouted on his forehead, and his once arrogant brows were now filled with a godlike coldness and indifference, as if everything in the world, including the "Eye of the Moon" ideal he had once been so persistent in, had become insignificant dust.

"Infinite Tsukuyomi!"

His voice was no longer a human voice, but the roar of laws, a command that swept across heaven and earth.

There was no excitement, no fervor, only a calm and absolute calm, as if a predetermined procedure had been completed.

Ban slowly rose into the air, approaching the blood moon. Light burst forth from his body, connecting with the moon to form a blasphemous pillar of light.

The sky, already invaded by the blood moon, was completely shrouded by something darker and thicker.

It wasn't the darkness of night, but a living, writhing darkness, like an aggregate of countless resentments and despair, slowly pressing down to crush and devour the entire ninja world.

Chapter 203 Redemption in Tsukuyomi (1)

The author suggests the music: Later Our Love (0.8X) on repeat.

The light pierced through the darkness, but it was not a light that brought hope.

The light of the blood moon became like tangible threads, gently yet irresistibly showering down upon the earth. These threads of light seemed to possess life, wrapping around trees, rocks, rivers... and all living things that were illuminated.

Standing below, you can clearly see a panicked deer in the distant forest, entangled in threads of light. It instantly stops struggling, its eyes transforming into the Rinnegan, the same color as the moon, and a phantom smile of happiness appearing on its face. However, its body begins to be enveloped by white matter, as if it has fallen into a cocoon of nightmare from which it will never wake up.

Silence, a deathly silence, began to replace the initial commotion, with only the faint rustling of light rays brushing the ground, like the whisper of death reaping souls.

The whole world is being covered by a strange, white "cocoon," a tomb woven from illusory happiness.

As Ban returned to your side, the Truth-Seeking Jewel automatically formed a barrier around you. The moonlight still lingered on his fingertips, leaving a burning mark when he touched your cheek. "Soon the pain will be over."

At that very moment, in the center of the blood moon, which had expanded to its limit, space violently distorted and boiled.

A gigantic, pale, moon-like female phantom slowly emerged.

Her long hair was like an endless expanse of darkness, and her eyes were pure white, without pupils, yet they contained a coldness and indifference that could freeze the soul.