Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Should we treat Dou as our best family member? A family member who belongs only to you?

To your disappointment, Kabuto is also friendly to the other children. He helps the younger children get dressed and shares his food with his hungry companions.

His kindness is heartfelt and pure, but that also means... he's not the only one.

You crave an absolutely unique emotional connection, that kind of obsessive and possessive feeling of "I can't live without you" and "I can't live without you".

It's not about goodwill that everyone can have in the same way and that can be shared freely.

So, your attitude towards Dou, which had just eased somewhat, became lukewarm again. You built a wall around your heart once more, shutting out even Dou's faint warmth.

You enjoy reading because you can learn a lot from books. The wisdom, intrigue, history, and philosophy hidden behind the words are far more exciting than the monotonous life in the orphanage.

In addition, the Sharingan's inherent ability to replicate images allows you to remember everything you see, resulting in astonishing reading efficiency.

So you often climb over the orphanage wall and sneak into Konoha's library, immersing yourself in books until dawn.

Those secret agents who are tasked with monitoring you will always turn a blind eye to your actions.

Although the library has a wide variety of books, most of them are lengthy works on philosophical thought, politics, and history, but there is no knowledge about the use of chakra or advanced ninjutsu that you really crave.

This is clearly a result deliberately selected by someone, intended to limit your power growth.

You don't care about the elite ANBU who are monitoring you; their existence is like a background backdrop, but Kakashi is an exception.

Your perception is very strong; you can sense that Kakashi is different from the other observers.

He didn't have that cold sense of duty; instead, he seemed to have a different kind of sympathy for himself, a complex emotion akin to looking at others through you.

This emotion is fragile and subtle.

You happen to have read many books on psychology, have insight into the weaknesses of human nature, and know that sympathy, pity, protectiveness, and even more complex emotions can be guided and exploited.

You no longer crave pure goodness. The experiences of Nono and Kabuto have already made you understand that universal love equals no love.

Now, what you want is not the warmth of charity, but absolute control, to manipulate everyone to serve you, and to make them willingly submit.

Kakashi, who possesses the Sharingan, is incredibly powerful, and seems to have a soft spot in his heart, was the first test subject.

Thus begins the silent reverse observation and guidance: while Kakashi is monitoring you, you are also observing him.

You observe his hiding habits, the volume of his footsteps, and the fragments of information you gather by climbing over the wall, piecing together his information.

Kakashi is highly recognizable: silver hair, most of his face is covered, and he has the aura of an elite Jonin.

By combining fragmented information with records of modern Konoha's history in the library, you learned about his past experiences.

A prodigy who rose to fame at a young age, he experienced the darkness of losing a close friend and the sacrifice of his teacher, and now displays aloofness and detachment.

In response to these considerations, you meticulously designed your performance.

When Kakashi is watching you, you will deliberately show some of your personality traits.

Sitting in the courtyard, she seems indifferent as she reads, but when a stray cat approaches, she will unconsciously share the food she has saved with it, her movements gentle, her eyes revealing a tenderness that she herself may not even realize.

When he sees other orphans being bullied, he chooses to ignore it and walk away, but afterwards he will anonymously leave some necessities at the other party's door, quietly helping other orphans without leaving his name, creating an awkward kind of kindness.

Under the moonlight, holding those profound philosophy and history books, with focused eyes and an active pursuit of the power of knowledge, he would cater to Kakashi's latent appreciation for the qualities of his kind as a genius.

Sure enough, as time went on, you could clearly feel that Kakashi's gaze, which had initially been filled with sympathy, was gradually mixed with other emotions: curiosity, inquiry, a hint of subtle appreciation, and even a kind of deliberately induced concern.

The experiment has yielded initial results.

To further solidify and validate your findings, you designed a more direct requirement scenario.

Sitting alone in the courtyard, facing the vast night, he whispered a wish at a volume just loud enough for the hidden Kakashi to hear, his tone carrying a perfect blend of loss and longing: "If only there were books on how ninjas use chakra."

When you wake up the next day, you will find a somewhat old but well-preserved book called "The Flow of Chakra" outside your door, which is exactly the basic theoretical book you need.

It's Kakashi, no need to guess.

The experiment confirmed that Kakashi not only pays attention to you, but also proactively meets the needs you unintentionally reveal.

This silent response is more proof than any words that your persuasion was successful.

Having won your first battle, you set your sights on your next target: Kabuto Yakushi.

Compared to Kakashi's complexity and unpredictability, Kabuto is more effective.

He already has an initial attraction to you, like a fledgling bird, and his mind is relatively simple, making him easier to guide.

You begin to subtly reveal your attachment to being unique and special in front of him, occasionally showing brief dependence on him before quickly distancing yourself, creating a tension of being neither too close nor too distant.

She might subtly express her dislike for his kindness towards others, or show displeasure when he helps other children.

Under your subtle influence, Dou's behavior pattern has changed significantly.

He no longer casually extends kindness; his attention is increasingly focused on you alone. It's as if you're the only person in his world. He's thinking about you all the time, observing your emotions, trying to figure out your preferences, and striving to become a special presence in your eyes.

Although you may find this feeling troublesome, like a sweet burden, there's no denying that the experience is quite enjoyable.

This feeling of being watched and cared for wholeheartedly and almost obsessively satisfies your deepest, morbid yearning for uniqueness.

Kabuto's unusual behavior was quickly noticed by Nono. How could the gentle and perceptive headmistress not see the almost overflowing possessiveness in the eyes of the child she raised?

So, Nono started to stop Kabuto from getting close to you. She used various excuses to send Kabuto away, trying to distract him with the liveliness of the other children and the trivial matters in the yard, hoping to pull him back to the normal track.

You don't care about it, and even think with a hint of sarcasm, Nono's maternal love is still so... self-righteous.

She simply doesn't understand that suppression and obstruction will only act like a dam, allowing blocked emotions to accumulate even greater power. Nono's attempts to stop him will only make Kabuto's feelings for you more and more obsessive, until one day they will completely erupt.

Not only Kabuto, but even that advanced kaleidoscope illusion world was specially designed by you for Shimizu.

From meeting, becoming an apprentice, defecting, relying on each other for survival, to ultimately sacrificing for love... every step is a meticulously crafted script.

You must ensure that Zhi Shui will always trust only you and develop an emotional dependence on you that transcends everything else.

This was also a success.

In the illusion, the Uchiha genius, upholding the Will of Fire, ultimately abandoned the so-called Will of Fire and chose to defect. In reality, he did indeed leave with Yuanni, waiting for the day you defected.

See how easy it is?

This is the real you, calculating and analyzing everyone's personality, weaknesses, and desires every single moment.

They exploit other people's emotions—sympathy, pity, protectiveness, affection, or even hatred—to achieve their goals by any means necessary.

The ticking of the clock and the occasional chirping of insects outside the window jolted you awake, pulling you from a nightmare filled with golden eyes and seductive whispers. You gasped for breath, your forehead covered in cold sweat.

After a moment of adjustment to the darkness, you can see Sakura's figure not far away in the ward.

The pink-haired girl was curled up in the chair beside the caregiver, covered with a thin blanket. She was not sleeping soundly, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was worried about something.

Indifference is your essential personality trait; you lack genuine enthusiasm for the world, for others, and even for yourself. A deep-seated coldness is your true nature.

Gentleness is absolutely the most effective weapon of disguise. You can put on any expression you need and say any sweet words, as long as it is in the best interest of your plan.

Are there people who are worth giving your heart to? Perhaps.

But all of this is based on the fact that they have value.

Like Kakashi's strength and identity, like Shisui's kaleidoscope and purity, like Sakura... Sakura brings that kind of novel, even somewhat infatuated, inexplicable passion and possessiveness.

You admit that your true self is too dark and too realistic.

Like a manipulator forever lurking in the shadows, coldly observing the myriad lives entangled in the emotions of others—would anyone like you?

Chapter 277 Visiting the Sick

What do the whispers in your dreams really mean? Are they encouraging you to shed your pretense? Or are they a mockery from some higher being?

Having embarked on this path, there's no turning back. Calculating people's hearts, controlling power, breaking free from constraints, and seeking the truth... that's the meaning of your existence.

As for the fragile emotion of 'liking', perhaps it shouldn't even exist in your dictionary.

He lay back down, closed his eyes, and shut out the golden eyes from his dream and Sakura's sleeping figure.

There are still many things to do. As for what your true self is really like, let it remain hidden under the disguise. At least for now, that's in your best interest.

You lean against the headboard, holding a romance manga brought by Sakura Haruno, but your gaze is somewhat unfocused, and you are not truly engrossed in the story.

A soft knock broke the silence.

The hospital room door was pushed open a crack, and Hinata Hyuga timidly peeked in, holding a bouquet of fresh lilies in her hands. Her fair face showed obvious nervousness and helplessness.

She seemed unsure whether she was popular.

"Hinata!" Sakura, who was peeling an apple, immediately saw her, her face lighting up with a delighted smile. She quickly stood up to greet her, "Come in quickly!"

Hinata cautiously entered after receiving permission, followed by the calm-looking Hyuga Neji.

Upon entering the ward, Hinata and Neji immediately focused their attention on you, who was lying on the hospital bed.

You looked up from the Sakura manga in your hand, your dark eyes calmly sweeping over the two of you. You nodded slightly, your voice flat, "Please sit down."

Both of their eyes simultaneously fell on the black metal shackles around your neck.

You used to always wear a high-necked cloak to cover it up well, but now, under the hospital gown, it's nowhere to hide. The shackles silently tell of your special nature and your constraints.

Sakura immediately handed Hinata and Neji freshly peeled apples, trying to lighten the mood, "I didn't expect you to be the first to visit Nagi." Her tone was filled with sincere gratitude.

Neji accepted the apple with impeccable manners. He looked at you and said in a calm tone, "Please accept my condolences." He was referring to Shisui's situation, which the Hyuga clan, being well-informed, naturally knew about.

Hinata became even more nervous. She carefully handed you the bouquet of pure white lilies, her voice barely audible, "This...this is for you!"

You silently accepted the lily, looked down at it, and saw that the petals still had glistening water droplets on them, emitting a delicate fragrance. You then looked up at Hinata and said, "I like it very much."

Those simple four words made Hinata's face immediately turn red when she heard you say you liked her, like a ripe apple, even her ears turned crimson.

She hurriedly lowered her head, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes, unable to look at you any longer.

Although the Hyuga siblings wanted to stay a little longer and talk to you, they remembered Hiashi Hyuga's warning and took their leave.

"We won't bother you any longer, you should get some rest," Neji said.

They didn't want to cause you any further trouble; the delicate relationship between the family and the village's higher-ups forced the two of them to be cautious.

After Hinata and Neji left, only you and Sakura were left in the ward.

Sakura sat back down on the edge of your bed, muttering to herself, a hint of doubt in her emerald eyes, "I feel like Hinata is acting strange." Especially the way she blushed just now.

You smiled slightly, feigning ignorance, and asked, "Is that so?"

I can probably guess the reason; it's because of the kaleidoscope. Your eyes seem to have undergone some subtle changes.

Not only has her pupil power increased, but she has also become more attractive, making it hard for people to look away. Hinata, an introverted girl with delicate emotions, is more easily influenced by this invisible temptation.

Sakura stared at you for a while, seemingly trying to find something different, before realizing her lapse in composure. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly looked away, offering a somewhat flustered explanation.

"I didn't mean to... it's just, Nagi, you really are... so beautiful..." Her voice trailed off, and she became embarrassed as she spoke.

She always felt particularly ashamed when she said such direct praise.

Looking at her like this, a sense of pleasure rises in your heart again, and a mischievous thought suddenly arises, wanting to test her further.

Reach out and gently stroke Sakura's cheek; your fingertips are slightly cool, yet the sensation is exceptionally clear.

Sakura's body froze instantly, her heart skipped a beat, and she stared wide-eyed at you who were so close to her.

She heard you say slowly in your uniquely ethereal voice, "I really like you so much..."

Sakura's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. You like her?!

Is it...is it the kind of liking she understands? The kind of liking between lovers, like in comic books?

Overwhelmed by immense surprise and unbelievable panic!

Before you could finish speaking, you paused slightly, your gaze falling on Sakura's wide, shocked blue eyes, before slowly finishing the sentence.

"...the eyes."

The atmosphere instantly plummeted from its peak of ambiguity to a subtle awkwardness.

After hearing what came out, Sakura felt a strange sense of loss, like falling from the clouds on a roller coaster.

So... you only liked her eyes?

An indescribable sense of grievance and a faint bitterness welled up in my heart.

"Haha..." Sakura didn't know how to hide her embarrassment, so she could only laugh awkwardly, trying to use laughter to cover up the turmoil in her heart. "Oh, it was your eyes... You scared me!"

She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously clutching the sheets, trying to hide the disappointment that she herself couldn't quite explain.

You turn your gaze back to the comic book in your hand, as if that captivating remark was just a casual remark.

But deep down, he clearly recorded Sakura's intense emotional fluctuations at that moment, from ecstasy to despair.