Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

The old tortoise sighed regretfully, and when it looked up, it saw two humans floating not far away.

Its tiny, beady eyes lit up instantly, and with an agility completely out of proportion to its age and size, it darted to your bubble with a "whoosh," its shell almost touching the bubble wall, as it looked at you in amazement.

"Hey! Humans! Rare guests indeed! It's been so many years since I've seen living people this deep in the ground!"

Although Shisui found the scene utterly absurd, she maintained basic politeness and attempted to communicate through the bubbles, "Hello! We've come to find a priest who can foresee the future. May I ask who you are...?"

"Priest?" The old tortoise abruptly interrupted Zhishui, its small eyes widening as it pounded its chest with its flippers.

"I am the priest! A genuine deep-sea prophet, relationship consultant, and professional matchmaker! You two are a perfect match, a match made in heaven. Would you like my matchmaking services? A 20% discount for our first meeting!"

“…Huh?” Shisui was completely stunned, his brain unable to process the logical relationship between the priest and the matchmaker.

The moment you heard the words "matchmaking," your face turned completely cold.

Without any hesitation, you drew the long sword you carried with you. Even in the water, your movements were incredibly swift. The cold blade instantly pierced through the water-repelling bubble. Shisui quickly maintained his chakra to stabilize the bubble, and then placed the sword against the old turtle's wrinkled neck skin.

Chapter 266 - Heartfelt Concern (2)

The seawater seemed to freeze in the face of this sudden murderous aura.

When the old tortoise met your cold, scrutinizing black eyes, it trembled all over, swallowing back all its sales pitches, leaving only a shivering sound.

"Spare me! Hero! Heroine! Don't kill me! I'm just a poor old turtle trying to make a living, trying to earn some pearl shells through matchmaking, why is it so hard for me... Waaaaah..."

It actually squeezed out two murky tears, which dissolved in the seawater.

Looking at its cowardly appearance, you became completely certain that this could not possibly be the priest you were looking for.

With a blank expression, you sheathed your long sword, not even bothering to say another word. You tugged at Shisui's sleeve, who was still somewhat dazed, signaling him to control the bubbles to return the way they came. This underwater journey was simply a waste of life.

Just as the bubbles began to rise, the old turtle, seemingly unwilling to give up or perhaps driven by professional habit, shouted at your backs again.

"Hey! You two humans! I may not know who the priest you're looking for is, but my eyes have seen too much! The emotional bond between you is deepening, the red thread is faintly glowing! Don't you really need a matchmaker? You'll miss this opportunity!"

The bubbles paused for a moment as they rose.

Shisui's heart skipped a beat at those words, and his cheeks began to burn uncontrollably. He didn't know what to say for a moment, and could only subconsciously look at you beside him.

You feel a deep sense of powerlessness, never imagining that the matchmaking plots you'd only ever seen in Sakura's beloved romance manga would actually happen to you in such an absurd way.

You're being sold to by an old deep-sea turtle again, and you're about to urge Shisui to speed things up with your eyes once more.

“...Actually, I think,” Shisui’s voice suddenly rang out, very softly, with a hint of barely perceptible tension and probing, mixed in with the gurgling sound of water.

"It's quite interesting," he said, barely daring to look at your reaction.

Upon hearing there was hope, the old tortoise immediately chimed in enthusiastically, "Right? Right? This young man has good taste! Since we're already here, let's give it a try! No charge if it doesn't work! Consider it an experience of unique deep-sea folk services!"

An eerie silence fell over the seabed, broken only by the sound of water flowing as the water-repelling bubbles rose.

Your gaze falls on Shisui's flushed profile and tightly pursed lips, recalling the dream that foreshadowed his bleeding eyes and desperate leap off a cliff, and his overly sincere and frank ideal of "peace."

Perhaps because I knew about his death beforehand... a mixture of pity, helplessness, and even a hint of indulgence quietly swept through my heart.

So, under the expectant gazes of Zhishui and the old tortoise, you nodded helplessly.

"...Whatever." You agreed to this inexplicable request to play matchmaker underwater, your tone still cold, yet it was as if a bomb had been dropped into the deep sea, leaving Shisui dizzy and her heart pounding like a drum.

The old tortoise cheered, spitting out a string of huge bubbles, and immediately began to busy itself.

Zhi Shui froze completely, his mind blank, with only your "whatever" echoing in his ears.

The ritual requires the two people to each hold one end of an ancient red rope, close their eyes and concentrate, and slowly pour chakra into it.

Your expression remained indifferent as always, showing little interest in this seemingly absurd ritual.

Shisui maintained a gentle smile, but her eyes were fixed intently on the red rope, as if she were willing to try any method that might strengthen the connection.

An anomaly occurred when the chakra subtly intertwined through the red thread.

The red rope seemed to come alive, emitting a faint light, and the surrounding air began to distort slightly, creating countless illusory bubbles that reflected the colors of the setting sun.

Within each bubble, there seemed to be a blurry, shimmering image.

Just then, as if just remembering something, the old tortoise slowly added, "Oh, right, it's normal to see glimpses of the other person's future during the matchmaking process! Don't be surprised or alarmed!"

You and Zhishui almost simultaneously felt an urge to stew this old turtle into soup on the spot.

Why didn't you say so sooner?!

Especially you, what you hate most is uncontrolled spying and passive exposure.

In an instant, his sharp aura almost materialized into a chilling presence, making the seawater seem to cool down a bit.

Shisui's smile vanished completely, his brows furrowed, and he instinctively wanted to sever the chakra. A fragment of the future? This was completely beyond his expectations.

Your gaze was involuntarily drawn to the swirling bubbles, and through a particularly clear bubble, Shizuku suddenly saw a scene clearly—

In the dimly lit, narrow space, seemingly in a corner, he was firmly blocked by a figure, the air filled with a cool, refreshing fragrance.

He looked up, and his breath caught in his throat.

The person blocking his way was a woman dressed in black.

Tall and slender, with a sharp posture, her long, ink-black hair cascading down her back, her face held a hint of mockery, yet her eyes concealed an endless chill and a desire for control...

That's clearly you after you've grown up!

You can hear hurried footsteps and faint shouts coming from the corridor outside, as if someone is looking for you.

"Quiet," you leaned slightly forward, lowered your voice, your breath almost brushing against his earlobe, carrying an unquestionable command, "This time, listen to me."

The "he" in the clip also looks much more mature than he does now. Instead of resisting, he lowers his head obediently, gently rests his forehead on your shoulder, and responds in a hoarse voice with a tone of infinite longing and absolute obedience.

"I will always listen to you."

The image rippled like water, then suddenly changed.

It appeared to be a gloomy cave, with several figures standing or sitting, all dressed in matching long robes with red clouds and black backgrounds.

One of them was none other than Itachi Uchiha, who was also wearing the same robes and had a cold expression.

You stood among them, as if you were one of them. You turned your head slightly, a lazy yet dangerous smile curving your lips, and beckoned to him with your finger.

In the clip, Shisui walks forward.

You slowly raised your hand, casually placing your fingertips on Zhishui's shoulder, as if displaying your possessions, introducing yourself to the group of people with a dangerous aura, your voice carrying a hint of amusement and absolute ownership.

"Uchiha Shisui, is mine."

The bubble burst again, and a new scene emerged.

This time, it was an extremely brutal battlefield. A huge, ominous, blood-red moon hung in the sky, illuminating the earth in a crimson glow.

Smoke filled the air, and turbulent chakra flowed rampantly.

Shisui sees his future self as severely injured and slow-moving, and you unhesitatingly tackle him to the ground to protect him.

Immediately afterwards, a massive, devastating shockwave swept past almost overhead.

In the aftermath of the danger, you prop yourself up, your long, dark hair slipping from your shoulders, a few strands brushing against your dusty face.

His calm, dark eyes were like shattered obsidian, and tears fell drop by drop onto his still face, cold yet burning.

“Shisui,” your voice carried a desperate resolve, yet was filled with complete trust, “use Kotoamatsukami on me.”

In the clip, Shisui's pupils suddenly contracted, seemingly extremely shocked by the request.

But he didn't hesitate and understood your intention almost instantly.

He endured the pain and used his last strength to hold you tightly, his Mangekyou Sharingan suddenly spinning.

“Okay…” he heard his own hoarse reply.

The scene abruptly ends here, and the foam bursts.

But more fragmented images rushed into Zhishui's mind, no longer continuous scenes, but fleeting silhouettes.

They stood side by side on the Hokage Rock in Konoha, practiced tacitly in the pouring rain, and rested back to back, exhausted but at ease, after a mission.

We brushed past each other briefly under the cherry blossom trees, exchanged a smile... The environment, time, and seasons were all changing rapidly.

The only constant is the way he looks at you in every fragment of the scene.

No matter when, where, or what the situation, his gaze always contained overflowing tenderness and unconditional trust.

It's a look that entrusts everything to someone and willingly becomes a weapon in their hands.

An unprecedented, burning emotion suddenly gripped Zhi Shui's heart.

It's not just curiosity, not just appreciation, but more like a preordained, timeless... destiny-like attraction and identification.

He knows he can no longer see you in the same way he used to.

Those fragments of the future caused him to instantly succumb, willingly embarking on a path that led to no return.

And this road seems to be covered with his own footprints, which he called "deep love".

He looked at you, and a smile slowly returned to his lips, but it was completely different from his previous gentle and cheerful smile. The smile carried a deeper, more morbid certainty.

It turns out that he had already made his choice in the future.

So how could he possibly fall behind now?

What you see is a different scene from still water.

In a bubble, the environment seems to be a quiet night, under the eaves of a courtyard, the future still water figure is taller and more mature, yet he holds you tightly in his arms.

Her eyes, which had held a cheerful smile, were now filled with an almost humble plea. Her voice was low and hoarse, "Nagi, please look at me just once, okay? Just once..."

The longing and unease in his tone were so intense they were almost overflowing.

Another bubble appears, on the edge of a sunny cliff, where still water suddenly approaches silently from behind, its warm palm gently covering your eyes with an irresistible tenderness.

He lowered his head, his chin almost touching the top of your head, his breath brushing against your ear, carrying a slight laugh and an undeniable longing, "I suddenly thought of you."

The scene shifts again, and Shisui pushes the dessert in front of you, her eyes swirling with an almost obsessive possessiveness.

His arm casually rests on the back of the chair behind you, forming an invisible circle of confinement, trapping you within his aura.

He leaned closer, his voice low and seductive, "Today's date is special, and I think it's a good time to talk to you about... things related to our relationship."

You instantly understood that the future Uchiha Shisui liked himself.

No, it might not even be just liking; that look and action are almost a morbid obsession and possessiveness.

You in the picture don't seem to have much resistance to this, and even seem to have gotten used to it.

This shows that Shisui will indeed be at your service and utterly loyal in the future, but... why does it have to be this kind of troublesome relationship?

Emotional entanglements are the biggest burden and the easiest weakness to become.

Your brow furrows, and a strong sense of rejection and irritation wells up inside you. You would rather Zhi Shui follow you simply because of interests or ideals, rather than because of this uncontrollable, unquantifiable, and easily corrupted emotion.

When the last bubble burst and disappeared with a "pop," the surrounding strange phenomena completely dissipated, and the ancient ritual seemed to have come to an end.

The sound of flowing water continued, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

You were the first to raise your eyes, your gaze icy as you looked at the old turtle who was still stroking its flippers as if it had done a great deed.

Shi Shui completely ignored the old tortoise; his attention was entirely on you.

He secretly observes you, trying to discern the slightest emotional fluctuation, wanting to know what you see and how you perceive those future scenarios.

His heart was in his throat, and his palms were sweating with nervousness.

The old tortoise seemed completely oblivious to the subtle shift in the atmosphere, and continued to enthusiastically add to the explanation, his voice carrying a hint of malicious seduction.

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you both, once this red thread is tied, it has a very magical effect!"

"If one party's emotional investment is met with an unfair response, or is neglected or ignored, those feelings can easily become paranoid. It's like brewing wine; the more suppressed it is, the stronger its aftereffects..."

It hadn't finished speaking—

Without warning, several cold and sturdy chains transformed from your palm, as if they possessed life, instantly piercing through the bubble wall and binding the old turtle tightly!

"Huh?!!" The old turtle stared wide-eyed in horror, struggling in vain.

Shisui was initially surprised that you could use such a bloodline limit ability that he had never seen before, but the next second, an even greater question arose in his mind.

what you up to?

Looking at the old tortoise bound like a dumpling by golden chains, and glancing at Shisui who was still somewhat bewildered beside him, Shisui felt a mix of emotions as he thought about the troubling future scenes he had witnessed.

“Take it with you.” Shisui instantly understood what you meant.