Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Scorpion's Scarlet Amber silently turned towards the direction you disappeared in, and the puppet's fingers tightened slightly.

Xiao Nan sighed softly, and the paper crane in her hand quietly turned into fragments and drifted away.

At this moment, you, whom Shinra Tensei took away, are being held tightly in Madara's arms. "Hey! Madara! What's wrong with you?!" you try to struggle.

Ban lowered his head, his eyes locked on you, his voice low and dangerous, carrying a lingering chill.

"It's noisy."

"and..."

"Who gave them permission to touch you?"

[Epilogue - Nagi & Madara] - "A Joke That Can't Be Taken"

Leaving the vortex at the end of time and returning to the relatively stable spacetime turbulence, the process was unexpectedly...smooth.

For a moment, Uchiha Nagi was even in a daze. She still remembered the pain and danger that almost crushed her soul when she forcibly tore through space and time to descend into this world. Every step she took was on the verge of complete annihilation.

But now... the road back seems a little too easy.

Was it because it absorbed and fused with the power of that madman from the Showa era, becoming even stronger? Or was it because this power of Hannya, interwoven with destruction and creation, inherently possesses a unique adaptability to spacetime? Or perhaps... simply because...

Her gaze shifted slightly, landing on the large hand that was tightly clasped with her own.

Ban's knuckles were distinct, and he was holding her hand tightly with an almost imprisoning force, as if afraid that if he let go, she would disappear without a trace again.

Since emerging from the end of time, he has held on tightly like this, never letting go for a moment.

He didn't say a word, but stared at her intensely with his deep, burning Rinnegan eyes, his gaze imprinted on her profile as if it were a physical object, filled with the ecstasy of something lost and found, the anxiety of waiting, and an intense possessiveness that almost wanted to devour her.

After becoming an awakened Prajna deity, Nagi thought she had already transcended worldly emotional fluctuations and should view all things with a detached, divine indifference.

But in front of this man, her cold exterior always seemed to melt away silently.

His undisguised, burning gaze made her feel a long-lost sense of... unease.

Ban was incredibly perceptive and immediately noticed this subtle change in her emotions.

A faint yet dangerous smile curved his lips as he forcefully pulled her into his arms without a word.

His firm chest, burning body temperature, and the intense aura that emanated from him instantly enveloped Nagi.

"What?" A deep, magnetic voice whispered in her ear, tinged with a hint of teasing and an undeniable air of aggression. "Feeling like a stranger?"

Nagi subconsciously tried to maintain that detached deity's mask, even deliberately turning her head away, lowering her eyelashes, and softly humming in an almost perfunctory tone, as if a rift had truly formed due to a century of time.

How could such a simple trick possibly fool Madara Uchiha?

His eyes suddenly darkened, and the hand gripping her waist tightened abruptly, so forcefully that she felt a slight pain. Forced to raise her head, she met his gaze directly into his eyes, which seemed to suck her soul into them.

“Then let’s do it our way…” He lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, their breaths mingling, his tone resolute and undeniably forceful, “…to get to know each other again.”

Nagi's heart skipped a beat as she realized she had gone too far playing with fire.

She quickly raised her hand to press against his firm chest, trying to create some distance, her voice unusually urgent, "It was a joke!"

Ban chuckled softly, his laughter husky and sexy, yet without relaxing his strength in the slightest.

Instead, taking advantage of her tilted head back, he opened his mouth and gently bit Nagi's earlobe, his wet, hot tongue even licking her ear cartilage in an ambiguous way.

“Heh…Anagi, you know…” he murmured indistinctly, each word carrying a burning heat as it entered her ear, sending a shiver down her spine, “I can’t take…this kind of joke the most.”

Especially about her, and about their jokes.

A century of separation had long since exhausted his patience and reason; the sheer intensity of the feeling of holding her in his arms now was overwhelming.

The more intense the fear of losing it again and the pent-up desire, the more overwhelming it becomes.

"Wait... let's go back first!" Nagi's voice was tinged with a panic and... other emotions that she herself was unaware of. She tried to struggle with her reason, but her ankles felt weak.

Ban, however, did not want to wait even a second longer.

He buried his face greedily in her neck, his high nose brushing against her delicate collarbone, like a long-lost traveler finally finding a spring of sweet water, his breath filled with her cool yet alluring scent.

“I’m sorry, Nagi…” His voice was muffled, hoarse with an almost aggrieved tone, yet filled with an irresistible force, “I can’t bear… missing you.”

Every minute, every second, felt like torture in hell.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly scooped her up in his arms.

"Uchiha Madara!" Nagi exclaimed, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.

Ban, however, no longer gave her any chance to protest.

With his Rinnegan sweeping across the chaotic torrent of spacetime ahead, he precisely located a relatively calm spacetime rift and stepped inside without hesitation, carrying Nagi in his arms.

At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind—

The blue Susanoo skeleton instantly appeared, but not for combat. Instead, it gently enveloped the two like a sturdy fortress, isolating them from all the chaotic spacetime currents and possible prying eyes from the outside world.

In this absolute space, protected by Susanoo and belonging only to the two of them, the light became hazy and ambiguous.

Madara carefully placed Nagi on the plane formed by Susanoo energy, and his tall body immediately covered her, completely enveloping her in his shadow.

Their eyes met, and they could hear each other breathing.

Surrounded by a vast and perilous temporal turbulence, within this small shelter, there is only the intense beating of their hearts and the rising temperature.

Ban's fingers gently caressed her cheek, his fingertips trembling slightly as he traced her features, as if confirming the return of a priceless treasure.

His eyes held a torrent of suppressed desire, longing, and a tenderness bordering on pain, all of which had been suppressed for a century.

He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers.

Nagi sighed softly, a sigh that carried a sense of relief, weariness, and a deep-seated longing.

She said nothing more, but simply tilted her head back slightly, closed her eyes, and with a tacit acceptance, welcomed that long-awaited, passionate reunion, a century overdue.

The massive skeleton of Susanoo floats silently in the turbulent flow of time and space. Lovers who have transcended life and death and time and space are finally able to cast off all shackles and pretenses, confirming each other's existence in the most primal and passionate way, and expressing all the longing and love accumulated during their long separation.

Beyond time and space, a torrent surges.

Within this time and space, spring is in full bloom.

[Gender-swapped Nagi Terumi Mei] — Conquer

The fog in the Land of Water always carries a lingering dampness and chill, much like the perpetually taut nerves of this country.

Today, Kirigakure is different. The air is filled with a deliberately created peaceful atmosphere, as if to welcome guests from afar.

Mei Terumi, as the Fifth Mizukage, naturally stood at the very front of the welcoming party.

She wore a well-fitting water-shadow robe that accentuated her graceful figure, and a polite but formulaic smile on her face. Her turquoise eyes were like deep pools, making it impossible to discern her true emotions.

However, the slight tapping of her fingers on her elbow betrayed a hint of her impatience and boredom.

Again with the tedious diplomatic formalities, dealing with those old foxes... it's really...

Her thoughts were interrupted by a slight but undeniable commotion.

The thick fog at the village entrance seemed to be quietly parted by some invisible force, and a tall, slender figure stepped out from it unhurriedly.

Mei Terumi's tapping fingers suddenly stopped.

The newcomer wore a dark-colored, high-collared robe made of exquisite materials, with dark gold patterns embroidered on the hem, resembling the Uchiha clan crest but even more intricate and ancient.

His black, slightly messy hair fell across his forehead, but it couldn't hide his eyes, which suddenly rose as if they were in the polar regions.

His mere glance sent a chill down one's spine.

Beneath this extreme cold lies a strange, indescribable depth and tranquility, a quality born of the passage of time.

His face was so handsome it was almost sharp, with distinct features, a high nose bridge, and thin lips pressed into a cold, straight line.

"Uchiha...Nagi?" Mei Terumi heard her assistant exclaim in a low, uncertain voice.

Uchiha? Which Uchiha? But the Uchiha I remember, whether it's the rogue ninja Uchiha Itachi or the storm-stirring Uchiha Madara, are all beings as fiery or sinister as flames.

But the person in front of me... is like a walking iceberg.

Uchiha Nagi's gaze finally fell on Mei Terumi, who was in the lead.

He nodded slightly. "Fifth Mizukage, I apologize for your unauthorized visit."

Mei Terumi felt her heart skip a beat at that moment.

She had seen too many men—powerful, handsome, cunning, cowardly—but never had anyone been able to so domineeringly control her entire mind with such extreme coldness and mystery at first glance as Uchiha Nagi.

It was an indescribable attraction.

Like someone who lives in a fog for years, suddenly seeing a clear, cold moon, knowing it is unattainable and chilling, yet still unable to resist wanting to get closer, wanting to explore what is hidden beneath the ice.

"It is an honor for Kirigakure to have the Akatsuki leader come from afar." Mei Terumi quickly composed herself, a smile much more genuine than before appearing on her face, her blue eyes sparkling with interest. "You must be tired from your journey, please come inside and rest."

During the ensuing meeting, Mei Terumi found herself somewhat distracted.

Most of her attention was involuntarily drawn to the taciturn man opposite her.

He spoke very little, mostly just listening quietly. When he did speak, his words were concise and to the point, demonstrating exceptional wisdom and insight.

His demeanor carried an ancient, ingrained aristocratic elegance and reserve, which clashed with the somewhat rugged atmosphere of Kirigakure, yet strangely did not seem out of place.

One particular detail touched Mei Terumi's heartstrings once again.

When the maid came forward to serve tea to everyone, perhaps due to nervousness, her hand trembled slightly, and some scalding tea spilled out, about to spill onto Uchiha Nagi's seemingly expensive black robe.

Mei Terumi frowned slightly.

Uchiha Nagi's reaction was faster than expected. He didn't even look at the panicked maid, but simply moved the scroll beside him slightly by half a step.

This subtle movement created a gentle breeze that deflected the splashing water droplets, causing them to fall silently onto the carpet without staining him at all.

The whole process was lightning fast, and almost no one noticed it except for Mei Terumi, who had been keeping a close eye on him.

He didn't even flinch, as if nothing had happened, and continued the previous topic, naturally defusing the awkward situation for the terrified maid.

Beneath that cold and powerful exterior lies such delicate gentleness and gentlemanly demeanor.

This contrast unexpectedly struck a soft spot in Mei Terumi's heart.

But more accurately, it's a strong desire to conquer and a curiosity that's extremely attractive, a urge to tear open that cold shell and find out what's inside.

Uchiha Nagi...

She silently recited the name in her heart, a determined smile playing on her lips.

Halfway through the banquet, Mei Terumi picked up her wine glass and walked up to Nagi Uchiha. The entire banquet hall seemed to fall silent for a moment, and everyone's gazes were subtly directed at them.

"Nagi-kun, please forgive me for the poor hospitality." Her voice was soft and charming, with the gentle tone unique to the Land of Water, and her eyes, like spring water, flowed with undisguised appreciation and interest.

"While the scenery of Kirigakure may not be as prosperous as that of the Land of Rain, it has its own unique charm. If you have some free time tomorrow, would you allow me to personally show you around?"

This was a direct, almost invitational signal, and for someone of her status to make such a move was quite unusual.

Everyone held their breath and watched Uchiha Nagi.

Uchiha Nagi raised her eyes and met her alluring eyes again. Her expression remained unchanged as she quietly looked at her for a few seconds.

Just when everyone thought he would coldly reject them as he had rejected the other girls, he nodded slightly.

"I shall obey your command." His voice remained cold, but he did not refuse. "Thank you for your trouble, Lord Mizukage."

Mei Terumi smiled, a genuine smile, like a rose blooming in an instant, radiant and incomparably beautiful. "Then it's settled."

The next day, the fog seemed to be thinner than usual.

Mei Terumi changed out of her imposing Mizukage robes and into more flattering casual clothes, waiting personally at the agreed-upon location.

When she saw that Uchiha Nagi was still wearing that simple black robe, she couldn't help but smile. "Nagi-kun, you really are... meticulous."

Nagi Uchiha didn't respond to her teasing, but simply said calmly, "Let's go."

Mei Terumi didn't mind his coldness; she had her own passion and rhythm.

She led him through the unique landscape of Kirigakure, telling him about the village's history and legends with wit and extensive knowledge.

She is no longer just a lofty figure in the water, but more like a charming and mature woman who inadvertently reveals her wisdom and allure.

Uchiha Nagi mostly listened quietly, occasionally responding with a word or two, precise and concise.

But his gaze would sweep over the scenery as she explained, and when she mentioned something interesting, there seemed to be an extremely slight, almost imperceptible softening of his lips.

As she walked across a damp, moss-covered stone staircase, Mei Terumi's high heels slipped slightly. "Ouch..." she exclaimed softly, losing her balance.