Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

You didn't object to this, you just watched him quietly.

So, under the dim light, Kakashi Hatake began to fill out the workbook "Basic Ninja Theory (Part 1)" for you, stroke by stroke, the scene carrying an absurd sense of harmony.

Fortunately, once the answer is clearly presented on paper, your comprehension seems to improve dramatically.

When Kakashi points to the answer he wrote down and asks about the underlying principles again, you can always give an accurate explanation.

When the last stroke was made and the entire workbook was finally filled, Kakashi let out a long sigh of relief, feeling even more exhausted than after completing an S-rank mission.

To ensure the tutoring was effective, Kakashi randomly selected a few more questions from the workbook to ask.

What are the basic attributes of chakra?

"Fire, wind, thunder, earth, water, yin, yang."

Briefly describe the advantages of the 'triangle formation' in a ninja team.

"Integrated offense and defense, complementary vision, and convenient support and retreat."

You answered fluently, even repeating Kakashi's slightly messy annotations, as if the knowledge was already deeply engraved in your mind.

Kakashi was finally relieved and rubbed his throbbing temples.

Finally... it's over.

You deftly closed the workbook, stood up decisively, walked to Kakashi's side, and gently patted his left shoulder. The humble and eager look you had just shown vanished instantly, replaced by your usual confident and in control demeanor.

"See you tomorrow, senior." You left these words behind and turned around, your figure quickly disappearing into the shadows of the dark corridor.

Inside the office, only Kakashi remained, facing the solitary lamp.

Kakashi stood there, repeatedly pondering those three words.

A thought, like a belated bolt of lightning, struck his brain, freezing him instantly!

He looked up at the doorway where you disappeared...

It's not that you don't know how! You only came to him for tutoring because you didn't want to do your homework! And he... he just... actually finished your homework for you?!

Kakashi recalled his foolish way of explaining things so earnestly, even going so far as to write them down himself, and felt a headache coming on. He helplessly held his forehead.

If you take the initiative to contact him, it's definitely not going to be anything good.

From the first time you broke into his house late at night, you have been testing his limits and dragging him into all sorts of unexpected troubles.

This time, you took your advantage to the extreme, using a seemingly sincere expression to lure him into the homework trap without warning.

"See you tomorrow..." Kakashi murmured, repeating the phrase as if he could already see countless nights in the future where he would be doing homework for others.

He sighed helplessly, but a wry smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

You stroll leisurely home, carrying the workbook lovingly completed by Kakashi.

Suddenly, the surrounding air was filled with a chilling chakra fluctuation that distorted the space. You stopped in your tracks without turning around. After half a year, he finally reappeared.

Obito Uchiha's one-eyed gaze fell on your back, and he couldn't help but secretly observe you. In the six months since he last saw you, you seemed to have grown a little taller.

"Long time no see." You turned around, your tone as if you were greeting a neighbor you see every day, with a casual and nonchalant air, as if the six-month gap had never existed.

His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly beneath the Obito mask.

Knowing the girl's cunning and uncontrollable nature, he had no intention of responding to her meaningless pleasantries. He cut straight to the point, his voice coming through the mask with an undeniable air of authority.

"Uchiha Nagi, what's your decision?"

You blinked, your face showing no embarrassment at being questioned. Instead, it was as if you had just remembered something, and you answered in your characteristically calm tone, "Oh, I forgot."

Obito's mouth twitched violently beneath his mask, and you could almost hear the grinding of his back teeth.

For the past six months, he's been thinking about this from time to time, trying to figure out your intentions and weighing the pros and cons. And you just dismissed it with a casual "I forgot"? Was he blatantly played?

A surge of anger welled up inside him, but he suppressed it and tried to salvage the situation by using the fait accompli, his voice turning colder.

“I have shown the sincerity you wanted. Now, shouldn’t you give me an explanation, or… an answer?” He deliberately emphasized the word “sincerity” in an attempt to awaken a conscience that you might not even have.

You glanced at him briefly, and fearing that Obito might get too emotional later, you casually tucked the exercise book into your arms, the movement as natural as if you were protecting some important document.

"Explain what?" you retorted. "What I want isn't sincerity."

Seeing your subconscious action of protecting those tattered books, Obito felt a surge of suffocation.

Are a few ninja academy exercise books more significant than him, the 'Uchiha Madara' who can stir up the winds of the ninja world?!

"What exactly do you want in order to agree?" Obito spat out the question through gritted teeth. He didn't want to beat around the bush anymore; his thinking couldn't be judged by common sense.

You didn't answer immediately. Your gaze passed over Obito and landed on the tricolor dumpling shop not far from the street, which was still lit up with warm yellow lights.

A sweet aroma wafts over, and you raise your hand, "I want to eat that."

Obito felt his fist harden instantly, and his aura fluctuated for a moment because of this absurd request.

As the executor of the Eye of the Moon Project and one of the manipulators in the shadows of the ninja world, he was now being assigned by a young girl to buy desserts.

Seeing your matter-of-fact expression, Obito took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to throw the small shop and all the dumplings inside into the Kamui dimension.

With a flicker, he disappeared from the spot, only to reappear in an instant, holding two strings of glistening, smooth, tricolor meatballs in his hand.

He shoved the meatball into your hand in a rather irritating manner.

You took the meatballs, looked down at them, and seemed quite satisfied with their appearance.

Seeing your relaxed demeanor, Obito's anger flared up again, and he pressed on relentlessly, "Now! Have you thought it through?"

You suddenly stopped, and Obito felt a chill run down his spine. His one eye instantly sharpened, and his body instinctively went into a state of alert.

Although he is still a child, he has witnessed firsthand how you dealt with Itachi and how you saw through his identity with a single sentence, so he dares not underestimate you in the slightest!

Are you finally going to make your move? Or do you have some other scheme in mind?

Just as Obito was fully focused, preparing to deal with any possible attack, he saw you hand him another string of untouched tricolor dumplings.

Obito froze, a slight crack appearing in his guarded demeanor. He asked hesitantly, with a hint of uncertainty and even flattery, "...For me?"

Is this a case of slapping someone and then giving them a sweet treat? Or have you finally realized your attitude was too harsh and want to ease the tension?

Chapter 296: Sparring

Your next words instantly shattered his unrealistic fantasies.

"It's for Itachi." You shook your head, as if assigning a routine errand. "Remember to tell him that Sasuke is doing well."

He was also tasked with delivering a message!

Obito held the string of three-colored dumplings that had suddenly become incredibly hot, his face under the mask turning pale and then flushed.

He felt like he was about to explode with anger at Uchiha Nagi!

How can you do these unbelievable, infuriating things with such a calm expression and tone?

As you approach the villa's entrance, you seem to have no intention of saying anything more to him.

Before pushing open the door, you turn back and say, "Come again next time." As if to increase credibility, you add, "I promise, I'll give you an answer then."

These words, carrying a sense of promise, slightly extinguished the raging anger in Obito's heart.

He held the string of dumplings that were originally meant for Itachi, looking at your serious expression, and thought to himself: He's just a quirky, odd-behaved kid; perhaps he just needs a little more patience...

Obito remained silent for a moment, and finally nodded somewhat stiffly, reluctantly agreeing to the postponed deal.

As you walked into the villa, Obito stood alone in the deepening night, looking down at the incongruous string of three-colored dumplings in his hand, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

His figure flickered and merged back into the vortex of the Divine Might Space, disappearing from sight.

A moment later, only a bare bamboo skewer fell silently to the ground.

As soon as I stepped into the living room, Sakura rushed over excitedly.

"Nagi! You're back! How are you? Are you tired?" Haruno Sakura affectionately wrapped her arms around your neck, practically hanging on you, her emerald green eyes filled with undisguised concern and joy.

Her voice was clear and bright, full of youthful energy, instantly filling the somewhat quiet living room.

You paused slightly from her sudden, enthusiastic hug, feeling the warmth of Sakura's body and the faint sweet scent of cherry blossom shampoo on your neck.

He didn't push her away, but just tilted his head slightly to avoid her overly close breathing, then raised his hand and gently patted Sakura's back, signaling her to let go.

Sakura reluctantly let go of your arm, but her gaze was immediately drawn to the last string of three-colored dumplings you were still holding.

The dumplings looked especially delicious under the warm yellow light.

"Is this... for me?" Sakura's eyes lit up instantly, and a surprised and happy smile bloomed on her face. "You're so kind! You remembered to bring me something delicious!"

Sakura took the three-colored dumplings from your hand, took a small, satisfying bite, and squinted her eyes happily at the sweet and chewy texture.

While eating, she asked with concern, "Have you not had dinner yet? Mom made your favorite grilled fish and miso soup. I specially left some for you in the kitchen, and it's been kept warm!"

During the past six months of living together, Sakura has become very familiar with your irregular and simple eating habits and has consciously taken on the role of supervisor and feeder.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, the lights bathed the table in a warm glow. Sakura quickly finished her three-colored dumplings, then cupped her face in her hands, rested her elbows on the table, and watched you eat quietly, her eyes fixed on you.

Your eating movements are elegant and quiet, making almost no sound. But this seemingly indifferent scene fills Sakura with a sense of happiness and satisfaction.

As long as you are by her side, as long as you can quietly watch her and participate in her life, that is the most beautiful thing in the world for her.

On the second day of the ninja academy, an outdoor practical class was scheduled on the timetable, to be held at the school's training ground.

Most of the students left the classroom early, filled with excitement and anticipation, and rushed to the area where they could move around freely.

The classroom quickly became empty.

You weren't in a hurry. You slowly and methodically tidied up your things before getting up and walking outside.

Behind him, Naruto Uzumaki followed like a loyal golden retriever, never leaving his side, muttering something under his breath, his face full of anxiety and grievance.

"Nagi-chan! Believe me, I really didn't mean it!" Naruto followed closely behind you as you walked down the stairs. "That Kiba guy is just so awful! He definitely did it on purpose!"

You gaze calmly ahead, understanding Naruto's explanation—it was the little incident that happened during the theory class just now.

At that moment, Kiba Inuzuka, who was sitting in the front row, took advantage of the moment when Iruka-sensei turned around to write on the blackboard, and with a wicked grin, quietly put Akamaru, who was in his arms, on the ground and pointed in the direction of Naruto in the back row.

The intelligent Akamaru immediately understood its master's intention, and ran to Naruto's feet with its short legs, biting his orange trouser leg.

No matter how softly Naruto tried to shoo it away or gently shake its leg, it wouldn't let go, and it even made threatening "woof woof" sounds in its throat.

The surrounding classmates began to whisper among themselves, with smiles of anticipation.

Naruto was both anxious and angry, his face turning red. He dared not make any big movements for fear of disturbing his teacher. Helpless, he could only turn his pleading gaze to the only person beside him who could possibly help him, and the one he trusted most.

"Nagi-chan... help, help me..." he pleaded softly.

You looked at the dedicated Akamaru, then at Kiba Inuzuka with a wicked grin, without making any exaggerated movements, but simply lowered your eyes slightly and glanced at Akamaru in a seemingly casual manner.

It was just that seemingly casual glance, "Whoa—!!!"

Akamaru, who had been biting Naruto's trouser leg tightly, suddenly released his grip as if he had been startled by something extremely terrifying, letting out a short and shrill wail.

Akamaru darted back into Kiba Inuzuka's arms as fast as he could, burying his head deep inside and refusing to come out no matter how Kiba tried to soothe him.

This sudden change left everyone stunned.

Naruto, relieved that his trouser leg was freed, breathed a sigh of relief. However, Kiba Inuzuka, enraged by Akamaru's unusual fear, pointed at Naruto and growled, "Hey! What did you do to Akamaru?"

"I didn't do anything!" Naruto cried out in protest.

"Akamaru was scared! It must be you!" Kiba persisted.

The argument between the two grew louder and louder, finally attracting the attention of Iruka, the teacher on the podium.

"Naruto Uzumaki! Kiba Inuzuka! Nagi Uchiha! You three! And Akamaru! Go stand at the back of the classroom!"

Teacher Iruka frowned as she maintained order in the classroom.

Thus, in the latter half of the theory class, this scene appeared in the back row of the classroom.

Naruto, with his blond hair, glared angrily at Kiba beside him, while Kiba, holding the still trembling Akamaru, glared back defiantly.

Standing among them, you remained calm and indifferent, simply gazing blankly at the drifting clouds outside the window.

This is the 'injustice' that Naruto is desperately trying to explain right now.

"Nagi-chan, look, it was Kiba who provoked us first! Akamaru is a coward, how can you blame me!" Naruto followed behind you, still trying to defend himself and maintain the image of a victim in front of you.

You finally stopped and glanced at Naruto from the corner of the stairs.

"I know, but this is boring."

Although Naruto didn't get the comfort he expected, seeing that you weren't angry or disgusted with him, he immediately perked up and followed you with a silly grin, "Hehe, Nagi-chan, wait for me! Where's the training ground again?"