Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Tears welled up uncontrollably, but they were no longer scalding hot; instead, they were icy cold, like the very soul of the dead, sliding down her translucent cheeks and dripping to the ground without leaving a trace.

She stood there, amidst the bustling crowd, beside the warm campfire, and before her lover, within easy reach.

It felt like standing in an eternal, silent, and cold ruin.

The flower and the leaf finally reunited on the same branch.

One is in the height of summer, while the other is already in late autumn.

【HE·Showa? Jisato】—A Century-Old Kiss

As I stepped through that shimmering portal of time, a wave of intense dizziness washed over me.

Showa felt dizzy and the last thing he saw was the huge cherry blossom tree in the courtyard, and the familiar figure in a white kimono under the tree who looked up in surprise at the sound.

She opened her mouth, but before she could utter a sound, her consciousness sank into boundless darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, consciousness, like a floating feather, slowly returned to its place.

The first thing you feel is the soft bedding beneath you and the faint, comforting scent of sandalwood in the air.

She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, and what came into view was the familiar wooden ceiling painted with the Uchiha clan crest.

She was lying in a quiet and elegant Japanese-style room, where the afternoon sun shone through the paper windows, casting warm dappled light on the floor.

here it is...?

She struggled to sit up, but her body was unusually weak.

"Awake?" A gentle, dreamlike voice came from the doorway.

Showa turned his head sharply, his heart almost stopping for a moment.

Uchiha Chiri stood at the doorway, holding a bowl of steaming clear soup, backlit, looking at her with gentle eyes.

Jiri was dressed in casual clothes, her long purple hair loosely tied up with a few strands falling beside her cheeks, making her look gentle and quiet. She walked closer step by step, knelt down by the tatami mat, and gently placed the soup bowl aside.

Then, she raised her head and gazed intently at Showa, as if trying to imprint her image deep into her soul.

Showa then noticed that Chisato's eyes were red, as if she had just been crying.

Those eyes, which were always brimming with tenderness, were now glistening with tears, and her thin lips trembled slightly, as if a thousand words were stuck in her throat.

For a moment, immense sorrow and the ecstatic joy of regaining what she had lost were like a boulder blocking Showa's chest, leaving her speechless.

A century of loneliness, despair, and frantic searching... all these emotions surged up, leaving her staring blankly at the person in front of her, as if she would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Chiri didn't say anything. She simply reached out and gently stroked Showa's thin cheek. Her fingertips were slightly cool, yet they felt incredibly real to Showa.

Then, Chiri leaned forward, stretched out her arms, and gently but firmly embraced Showa, who was still in a daze.

Her embrace was warm and soft, carrying a faint herbal fragrance, instantly dispelling the chill that had accumulated deep within Showa's soul for a century.

“It’s alright…” Chiri’s voice rang close to her ear, carrying a soothing power that calmed all wounds. “It’s all over… Welcome back, Showa.”

A simple sentence instantly opened the floodgates in Showa's heart that had been sealed with tears for a century.

She could no longer hold back, and hugged Chiri tightly from behind, burying her face in the crook of her neck, and burst into tears like a child who had finally found home.

Her cries were filled with endless grievances, lingering fear, and the overwhelming longing that nearly crushed her.

Zhili didn't stop her, but hugged her tighter, gently patting her back with one hand and stroking her hair with the other, letting her release the emotions that had been pent up for a hundred years.

Her eyes reddened further, and tears silently slid down her cheeks, dripping into Showa's hair.

Zhili's voice choked with emotion, "I've been waiting for you here all this time. I knew you would come."

After a long while, Showa's crying gradually subsided, turning into low sobs.

Zhili didn't urge her, but patiently patted her back intermittently.

The only sounds in the tatami room were the intertwined breathing of the two people and the occasional chirping of birds from outside the window, creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

Suddenly, Showa seemed to have made up his mind.

She abruptly lifted her head from Jiri's embrace, then reached out and, somewhat urgently and even clumsily, grasped Jiri's hands, holding them tightly.

Chiri paused slightly, looking at her.

Showa took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and spoke clearly, word by word.

“Zhili…”

"I love you."

A hundred years ago, the words left unspoken at parting on a rainy night. A hundred years later, the love repeatedly chewed over in the River of Oblivion, etched into the very marrow of the soul.

Finally, at this moment, transcending life and death, transcending the barriers of time and space, it was completely and solemnly conveyed to...

It should belong to the person who gave it to it.

Chiri's pupils dilated slightly, clearly taken aback by this sudden and straightforward confession. Immediately afterward, a surge of joy and emotion washed over her like a warm current.

Showa slowly lowered his head and kissed Jiri's soft lips with an almost devout tenderness.

Chiri paused for a moment, then closed her eyes and gently responded to this kiss that had been a hundred years overdue.

This kiss contained no plundering, no madness, only endless longing, the preciousness of something lost and found, and a love that has grown stronger with the passage of time.

Sunlight streamed through the window, gently enveloping the two lovers who were embracing and kissing, as if time itself had stood still, offering its blessings to this reunion that transcended life and death.

Time can never take away the extreme and obsessive love of the Uchiha clan.

On the contrary, it will only allow this love to deepen and become more unforgettable during the long wait and torment.

[Follow-up: Tanuki? Akatsuki Organization] — Exclusive

Uchiha Nagi and Uchiha Madara from another world stood side by side on a slightly higher cliff, silently looking down.

Below, the members of the Akatsuki organization appear to be celebrating their survival in an extremely chaotic manner.

And at the heart of the chaos is you, with your black hair flying and a cunning smile like a fox.

You are trying to tear Deidara off your back, who is hanging on your back and yelling, "Wicked woman, wicked woman! I want the power of the Six Paths too! Hmm!" Your movements are rough but carry a subtle indulgence.

Hidan, carrying the Three-Moon Scythe, fanned the flames from the sidelines, trying to join the "battle." Sasori's Hiruko stood quietly in the corner, but the puppet's fingers seemed to unconsciously rub its joints.

Xiao Nan shook her head helplessly, folding a white paper crane in her hand, her gaze occasionally drifting towards the center of the commotion.

A vibrant and bustling life force stood in stark contrast to the desolation that had just occurred.

As Madara looked at this scene, a complex emotion flashed in his Rinnegan, a mixture of nostalgia, relief, and a faint gentleness that he himself was unaware of.

He glanced sideways at his wife, who was even more unfathomable than before.

Nagi's gaze also fell on you. Her golden eyes were calm and undisturbed, yet they seemed to see through all the causes and effects. She turned her head slightly and her gaze briefly met that of the otherworldly Madara.

The two turned around simultaneously with perfect tacit understanding, their figures disappearing silently on the cliff like ink stains in water, without attracting any attention.

Since the ending is already decided, the traveler on the other side need not disturb the hustle and bustle of this world.

Below, you finally managed to pin the clingy Deidara to the ground with a clever move, pressing your knee against his lower back, and chuckling irritably, "Deidara! If you keep rubbing against me, I'll soak all your clay! What are you 'humming' for!"

Deidara thrashed about on the ground, yelling, "You wicked woman! Let me go! Hmm! My art isn't afraid of water!"

In that instant, you seemed to sense something and suddenly raised your head, your sharp gaze shooting like lightning towards the cliff where Nagi and the otherworldly Madara had just stopped.

It was empty, with only a gentle breeze blowing.

A faint sense of loss, one that you hadn't even anticipated, pricked your heart like a fine needle.

Did the Creator... leave with that Madara from another world? Without even saying goodbye...?

Before this sense of loss could even spread—

"Evil God! Accept my offerings!"

With an excited roar, Hidan pounced on you from the side and behind like a wild dog that had broken free of its reins. His strong arms wrapped around your neck, and he pulled you staggering backward!

"Hey! Hidan! You idiot! Let go!" Your exclamation was distorted by the grip.

You all rolled around in a heap, knocking over the makeshift ledger table that hadn't been put away yet, sending papers flying everywhere.

"Ah! My money!!" Kakuzu's screams were as loud as if his wife had died.

"Hahaha! Hidan, well done! Hmm!" Deidara, always eager for chaos, shouted.

The entire Akatsuki headquarters instantly descended into an even more chaotic and farcical spectacle.

It was as if they wanted to release all the pent-up tension and stress accumulated during the great battle through this almost childish play.

You're entangled with Hidan and have to guard against Deidara's clay spiders that he might throw at you at any moment, so you're a bit overwhelmed.

Laughter and curses mingled together.

Under the cover of this chaos, some more secretive and ambiguous relationships quietly began to emerge.

A long, slender, and slightly cold hand gently touched your side as you staggered and tried to steady yourself.

The force wasn't great, but it carried an undeniable presence; the fingertips even brushed against your waistline almost imperceptibly, so fast it was like an illusion.

Your body stiffened slightly, and you subconsciously wanted to turn around to see who it was, but Hidan's arm was still around your neck, and Deidara jumped in front of you, completely blocking your view.

Immediately afterward, as you turned your head to avoid Dida's outstretched hand that was about to pinch your cheek, a warm breath unexpectedly sprayed onto the sensitive skin on the back of your neck!

The next second, a soft and moist touch, with a slight biting force, was imprinted on your carotid artery.

"!" You shuddered violently. The feeling was so sudden and intimate that it made your scalp tingle.

You twist your body violently, trying to break free and see who's behind you!

Just as you were halfway through turning your head, a cool hand reached out from behind you, gently but irresistibly covering your eyes and blocking all your vision.

Suddenly, everything went dark.

Other senses are instantly amplified infinitely.

You can hear Deidara's shouts from close by, feel the strength of Hidan's arm around your neck, smell the faint smell of gunpowder and dust in the air, and... the faint scent of paper and ink on the person behind you.

Who is it that, in the darkness, using chaos as a curtain, quietly conveys an unspeakable possessiveness and ambiguity?

Your heart is pounding uncontrollably, and amidst this familiar noise, a strange, unsettling sense of loss of control is creeping in.

Like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, entangled by countless invisible threads, each one from someone you know well, yet weaving a suffocating web of ambiguity.

"You are all forbidden!"

You tried to issue a warning, but your voice sounded weak and intimidating due to the darkness and the lingering tingling in your neck.

This chaotic, tense, and ambiguous battlefield seems to be heading in an increasingly uncontrollable direction.

Just as you take a deep breath, preparing to use some unconventional methods to forcibly break free from this heart-pounding predicament, a massive and familiar chakra pressure with absolute suppressive force descends like a meteorite.

"Shinra Tensei!"

A cold, emotionless voice rang out.

The next second, an irresistible, enormous repulsive force suddenly erupted from you.

"What's going on?!"

Hidan clinging to you, Deidara standing right in front of you, and everyone around you trying to get closer, even the ledgers and papers flying everywhere, were all mercilessly and violently repelled by this brute force.

Exclamations, curses, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground filled the air.

But you, at the center of the repulsive force, feel your waist tighten as you are firmly encircled by strong arms and pulled backward!

As the darkness vanished and your vision returned, all you had time to see was Madara's cold profile and jawline, and those crimson Rinnegan eyes that swept across the chaotic scene with a chilling warning.

The next second, the world was spinning.

A slight dizziness from the spatial shift came over me.

By the time you realized what was happening, you had already escaped that chaotic battlefield, forcibly removed from the scene by Madara Uchiha in the most domineering way.

All that remained was a scene of utter chaos and a group of Akatsuki members looking at each other with varying expressions.

The air was deathly still for a moment.

"Shout!" Hidan was the first to get up, spitting angrily, "You possessive bastard!"

Deidara rubbed his sore bottom and pouted, "Exactly! Yeah! The villain belongs to everyone!"

Kakuzu painstakingly picked up the scattered banknotes, his aura turning menacing. "...This loss must be deducted from Madara Uchiha's funds!"