Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

The rain grew heavier, creating countless small pits on the bluestone ground.

Your eyelashes were quickly dampened. Looking at the two people's intertwined hands, Madara's fingers were pressing on his own pulse, a ninja's instinct to test for lies.

"If I betray you one day, will you kill me?"

A bolt of lightning cleaved the sky, and amidst the deafening thunder, Ban suddenly pulled you into his arms. Your back slammed against a pillar, and his arm was across your waist like an iron hoop.

Rain dripped from his hair onto your face, mixing with some warmer liquid.

"I'll make you beg me to kill you." Ban's voice was colder than rain, but his eyes were terrifyingly hot. He gripped the back of your neck with his other hand, the force somewhere between pain and caress.

Your breathing became erratic, and you saw the pattern in Madara's eyes begin to spin—a sign that the Sharingan was about to be activated.

But the expected illusion did not occur; instead, a kiss tinged with blood appeared.

The spotted teeth chipped your lower lip, and the taste of rust spread between your lips and tongue, like some kind of cruel contract.

Ban's hands dug into your soaked hair, the force so strong it felt like he wanted to knead you into his very bones.

You tasted the rain and rust, and something even more bitter, perhaps from that future that none of you wanted to think about.

"The full moon festival is in three days," Madara's voice came through the rain, "You're coming with me to the front lines."

This wasn't a discussion, it was an order. You closed your eyes in his arms, and rain streamed down your eyelashes like a belated tear.

"Okay," you replied softly.

When you finally parted ways, your left eye had somehow turned gold.

Ban cupped your face in his hands, his thumb tracing the golden lines that were gradually forming under your eyes. "What's been going on with you lately...?"

"Shh." You press your index finger to his lips, and chakra suddenly overflows, forming tiny golden arcs of electricity in the rain. "Listen."

Ban then noticed the anomaly: all the raindrops within a hundred-meter radius were suspended in mid-air, forming countless trembling mirrors.

Every drop of water reflects their intertwined figures, but strangely, in some of the reflections you are wearing a long robe with red clouds and black background, while Madara's eyes show the pattern of the Rinnegan.

"This is..."

“One possibility for the future.” Your voice suddenly became ethereal, and unfamiliar memories flickered in your golden eyes. “But I’m not sure if it’s a warning or a prophecy…”

Suddenly, all the suspended raindrops fell. Madara instinctively opened his Susanoo skeleton to shield himself from the rain, only to find that you had already fainted in his arms, and the golden patterns were fading at a visible speed.

The torrential rain continued. Ban Heng carried you towards the mansion, unaware that a pair of pale eyes were watching everything from the treetops in the distance.

Black Zetsu grinned silently, slowly sinking into the shadows. "Almost there..." its whisper was completely drowned out by the thunder.

The scent of sandalwood, like a thin veil, gently enveloped your senses. When you open your eyes, you see bedding embroidered with the subtle patterns of the Uchiha clan crest, and outside the window...

There was no moonlight outside the window.

A deep voice came from the direction of the paper door. Uchiha Madara leaned against the door frame, his black bathrobe loosely tied, revealing a large expanse of his pale chest.

He held a towel in his hand, casually wiping his still dripping long hair. Water droplets slid down his jawline and disappeared into the hollow of his collarbone.

"I'm fine." You looked down and found that your clothes had been changed into a plain white bathrobe, with a neckline so low that you could see your shoulders.

This realization makes your ears burn, "Who gave me..."

Madara had already reached the edge of the tatami mat, casting a damp shadow that forced you to look up at him.

The moisture softened Ban's features compared to usual, but his eyes remained sharp enough to pierce through any disguise. "Are you really alright?"

You can clearly see the water stains from the hem of his bathrobe spreading across the floor.

Just as you're about to throw off the covers and get up, your wrist is suddenly grabbed.

An irresistible force pressed him back onto the bed, the back of his head sinking into the soft pillow.

Ban placed his palm behind your head, but used his knee to brace against the edge of the bed, trapping you in a small space.

"Are you feeling guilty?" Ban asked, leaning down. His wet hair fell down, a few strands brushing against your cheek, cool like snake scales.

Your breathing became erratic, and you tried to turn your face away, only to find that the other person's other hand was already pressed against their ear, completely blocking your escape route. "No..."

Ban suddenly lowered his head, his nose almost touching your carotid artery, his hot breath spraying on your sensitive spot, stirring up a tiny shiver. "But you are resisting my approach."

The scent of sandalwood suddenly intensified, and you found your left hand pressed against Ban's chest, feeling his strong and rapid heartbeat beneath your palm. He wasn't as at ease as he appeared.

This realization inexplicably emboldens you, and you forcefully refuse, saying, "It's late, I should go back."

Ban was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled softly. The laughter, accompanied by the vibration of his chest, reached straight to your heart through the touching palms.

Instead of backing away, he pressed himself even lower, the collar of his bathrobe slipping open to reveal his well-defined shoulder blades. "Your excuses are always so...clumsy."

A surge of intense emotion welled up inside you, and you suddenly reached out and covered Ban's eyes: "Don't laugh!"

This childish act stunned you all. Ban's eyelashes trembled slightly in her palm, and the next second, you felt a warm, soft touch brush against the inside of your wrist.

The spots are actually kissing your pulse!

After a moment of silence, Ban suddenly chuckled, "So you like it this way?" His voice was three degrees hoarser than usual.

Before you could respond, Ban had already buried her face in your shoulder and taken a deep breath.

As the tip of his nose brushed against his carotid artery, the spotted bathrobe spread out further, his bare chest pressed against your resisting arm, his body temperature alarmingly high.

"I didn't say..." Your words trailed off as Ban's canines gently rubbed against your collarbone, the slight stinging sensation making your fingertips curl up.

A strange heat surged through my veins, shattering all rational resistance.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the paper door.

“Brother, the elders are waiting…” Uchiha Yoshihide’s voice came through the door, then paused, “…I’ll come back later.”

The footsteps faded into the distance, and you took the opportunity to get away from under Ban, but just as you were about to get off the bed, your ankle was grabbed.

Ban's expression had returned to its usual coldness, only the reddened corners of his eyes betrayed his earlier loss of control.

"On the night of the full moon over the Naka River." He released his grip, his tone both commanding and pleading, "You must obey me."

You stand by the door, straightening your disheveled collar, and find your ninja tool pouch neatly placed on a low table, with new bandages wrapped around the handles of your kunai.

You didn't answer Ban's question, but whispered as you opened the door, "Your hair... is still dripping wet."

The wind chimes under the eaves tinkled, and just as night fell, you heard the sound of a porcelain cup shattering behind you.

At the edge of the training ground, several young clansmen practicing shuriken techniques immediately fell silent, staring at you with wary and complex expressions.

You've long been accustomed to this gaze, both as an outcast on the fringes of the family and as a powerful figure not fully trusted.

Standing on the cliff at the edge of the clan's territory, the night wind tousled your long, black hair. You had just returned from the quest giver, clutching a gold-embossed quest scroll tightly in your hand, your fingertips almost digging into the tough parchment.

"Absurd!" you muttered to yourself, your voice filled with suppressed anger.

The reward is outrageously high, and the mission details are as follows: On the night of the full moon, escort the nobles of the Wind Kingdom across the border of the Fire Kingdom.

Special requirement: This must be carried out jointly with Tobirama Senju.

The hatred between the Uchiha and Senju clans can be traced back a thousand years, and the blood shed on the battlefield by the two clans was enough to stain the Naka River red.

Getting the two clans of ninjas to cooperate? That's either a bad joke or a carefully designed trap.

"Come out." You suddenly turned to the cedar forest on your right.

The leaves rustled as Uchiha Reixi emerged, a senbon stick dangling from his lips. "The reward is quite generous, enough to buy almost half of Tanabata Street."

Your kunai was already pressed against Lengxi's Adam's apple. "You've been following me?"

“Just passing by.” Leng Xi raised his hands, his sleeves slipping down to reveal the sealing seal on his wrists. It was the tracking and blocking spell that you personally carved for him by the old subordinates.

"No need to make any arrangements for the full moon night," you said, your voice colder than the night dew, as you looked at him with your back to him.

The senbon in Leng Xi's mouth snapped in two with a "crack." "Why? You've already obtained the token of Hannya." He suddenly approached, still smelling of dust from his patrol. "Don't tell me you can't bear to leave the Uchiha."

The stone lanterns at the bottom of the steps suddenly went out all at once. You stood on high up, looking down at the cold stream. The moonlight shone from behind, stretching your shadow into the shape of a ferocious beast.

"I'm just giving you an update." You slowly walked down the steps, the sound of your wooden clogs tapping on the stone steps like some kind of countdown. "As for anything else, I have nothing to say."

Uchiha Rei crossed his arms, the three tomoe in his eyes slowly rotating. "The young clan leader asked me to tell you not to leave the clan territory recently."

As you brush past him, you can sense Lengxi's chakra fluctuations—suspicion, defensiveness, and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

"What exactly are you planning?" Leng Xi's voice came from behind, filled with suppressed anger. "The young clan leader won't tolerate your willfulness forever."

Without pausing for a moment, you said, "Then let him stop me himself."

“Oh, right,” you waved without turning your head, “remember to tell Madara that I’m going to the Land of Fire on the day of the full moon.”

Leng Xi's lips curled into a mocking smile. "The young clan leader sent me to check on your movements. The full moon is approaching, yet you've accepted a mission to go out? Don't forget what you promised."

"As arrogant as ever," Leng Xi mocked the empty stone steps.

"Arrogance, huh..." You gently touch your left eye. The so-called "Prajna token" is actually a key that seals power.

The sound of the Naga River can be faintly heard. You look towards the Senju clan's territory, and you imagine that Tobirama Senju has probably received the same mission scroll at this moment.

Two races with a blood feud piled up like mountains, yet they're supposed to be jointly protecting a nobleman from the Wind Kingdom? The mastermind behind this drama is either utterly foolish or terrifyingly shrewd.

You must meet Tobirama Senju beforehand. If this is truly a trap, at least you should know what you are facing.

At dawn the next day, you left a shadow clone on the bed while your real body quietly left the Uchiha clan territory.

Head south at breakneck speed to the border with the Senju territory, where there is an ancient cherry blossom tree, a neutral location agreed upon by the two races during a brief truce.

When you arrive, the white-haired Tobirama Senju is already standing under the tree, arms crossed, looking at you expressionlessly.

"You're late, Uchiha," Tobirama said coldly.

Your Sharingan twitched slightly. "I didn't make an appointment with you."

“But you knew I would come.” Tobirama’s sharp red eyes stared directly at you. “You received that mission too, didn’t you?”

You both fall into a brief silence, each assessing the other's intentions.

Finally, you nodded slightly. "The reward is outrageously high, they specifically requested the two of us to work together, and the timing—the full moon night—is too much of a coincidence."

Tobirama took out a similar scroll from his pocket. "I investigated the client. On the surface, he was a merchant from the Land of Wind, but the flow of funds was traced back to the Land of Lightning."

"The Land of Thunder?" You frowned.

“Or perhaps they are the ones who hired them.” Tobirama’s voice remained calm, but you could sense his hidden wariness. “I suspect this is a trap, designed to reignite the war between our two races.”

Chapter 27·Raccoon slave

"I just know things aren't that simple." You avoid a direct answer. "What do you plan to do? Refuse the mission?"

To your surprise, Tobirama shook his head. "No, I intend to accept. This is the best opportunity to find out who's behind this."

He looked you straight in the eye. "The question is, do you dare to cooperate with me, Uchiha?"

You gave a dangerous smile, “As long as you don’t stab me in the back, Thousand Hands.”

"Likewise," Tobirama replied calmly. "See you at the south gate of Sakuragaya Castle tomorrow."

You nodded, turned to leave, but then stopped, "What if this really is a trap..."

“At least we know they’re not the only enemy.” Tobirama had already formed hand seals, preparing to teleport away. “Come back alive, Uchiha, we haven’t settled our score yet.”

As you watched his figure disappear into the morning mist, a mix of emotions welled up inside you.

Cooperating with the Senju is undoubtedly a contempt for clan rules, but if someone really wants to deal with both the Uchiha and Senju at the same time, you must find out the truth.

When they returned to their ancestral home, it was already broad daylight.

After you released the Shadow Clone Jutsu, you immediately sensed unusual chakra in the room.

Turning around alertly, he saw Uchiha Madara sitting at the table, toying with the mission scroll in his hand.

"An interesting invitation." Madara looked up, his Mangekyou Sharingan radiating an oppressive aura. "Do you intend to accept, Nagi?"

"For the sake of the truth, I must accept it." You lower your eyes, avoiding his gaze.

Ban walked up to you and said, "Sometimes the truth is crueler than a lie. That mission was a trap."

"I know."

"You knew you still had to go?"

You finally meet his gaze. "It is precisely because it is a trap that the one who set it is brought out."

Ban remained silent for a long time, then suddenly reached out and pressed down on your shoulder.

A powerful surge of chakra flowed into his body, forming a complex sealing pattern at his collarbone. "It can save your life in a critical moment." He paused. "Don't die. The Uchiha need your eyes."

The morning mist over Sakura Valley Castle had not yet dissipated, and the hair of Senju Tobirama was already covered with dewdrops.