Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

The tribesmen gathered in small groups, talking about their heroic deeds on the battlefield, their faces beaming with pride.

The moment you appeared, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

His steps were heavy yet powerful, each one feeling as if he were stepping on the hearts of his people.

Your face was grim, your eyes piercing as you surveyed every member of your tribe present.

"Who gave the order? Who killed those innocent children?" Your voice was cold, filled with barely suppressed anger.

The tribesmen looked at each other, and although they were dissatisfied, no one dared to speak up under your authority.

According to intelligence, many children died in this war against the Senju.

Five years ago, Asu's death became a taboo in your heart. On the night you returned to the Uchiha, you had only one request: on the battlefield, you must not kill the child.

“Elder, this is war, not a game.” A member of the Uchiha clan bravely stepped forward. “We are only doing this to protect ourselves and for the honor of our clan.”

"Protect the family's honor?" You sneered, taking a step forward. Your powerful aura forced everyone to involuntarily retreat. "Honor gained at the cost of killing innocent children is nothing but a bloody disgrace."

Your words are sharp as knives, each one striking the hearts of your people like a heavy hammer.

Some radical members of the tribe still refused to back down, whispering among themselves and expressing their dissatisfaction with your accusations.

"Elder Nagi, please calm down." Uchiha Yasuo rushed over from outside the door.

You didn't turn around, but just gripped the long sword in your hand. The voice behind you continued, "This is the clan chief's order."

After a long while, only the sound of the long sword hitting the ground could be heard.

All was quiet, and the moonlight, like quicksilver, poured over the irregularly arranged eaves.

Clutching the jade flute tightly in her hand, the flute gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight, much like your frozen heart.

He slowly brought the flute to his lips, and the sound he played was like the cry of a crow in late autumn, piercing the silent night sky.

The flute's melody was plaintive and sorrowful, as if it were telling of endless grief and longing in the heart.

The musical notes drifted through the night sky, traversing the quiet streets and alleys, touching every corner.

Meanwhile, Madara Uchiha, who was also unable to sleep, was drawn in by the mournful sound of the flute.

He followed the sound and came to the eaves where you were.

Ban stood there quietly, looking up at you. He didn't make a sound to disturb you, but simply leaped lightly onto the roof, slowly walked to your side, and then sat down on the ground.

As he listened to the flute music, his heart swayed with the fluctuations of your emotions, as if he could feel the deep, indescribable pain that penetrated to the bone.

You were engrossed in your own world and did not stop playing even with the arrival of Ban.

My thoughts seemed to drift away with the melodious flute music to the distant past, back to the warm times I spent with my younger brother.

It was a spring afternoon, and sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves, casting a scattering of golden light across the ground.

"Sister, how big do you think the world of ninjas is? Is it in a very, very far place, with different scenery and different people?" Su reached out and caught a falling petal, asking softly.

After a moment of contemplation, you slowly said, "The world of ninjas is filled with danger, protection, and responsibility. The Uchiha clan carries a special mission: to use their own strength to protect those around them."

Your gaze became deep and distant, as if you had traveled through time and space to see the past and future of the Uchiha clan.

"Then I want to learn lots of powerful ninjutsu, just like my sister, and become a hero in the clan." Uchiha Su waved his arms excitedly, as if he could already see the day he would become a hero.

"Becoming a hero is important, but even more important is to stay true to yourself and not be corrupted by darkness." You looked at Su, your eyes full of expectation and admonition.

You are well aware of the hardships and temptations of the ninja's path, and you hope that your younger brother can always maintain a pure and kind heart on his future path.

"Sister, I will. I will always be with you, to protect the Uchiha clan and our home together." Su nestled tightly in your arms, her voice firm and sincere.

As the music ended, you slowly put down your flute, leaving only endless silence in the night sky.

Her gaze remained fixed on the distance, yet the longing in her heart did not diminish in the slightest.

Madara Uchiha unconsciously clenched his fists slightly, wanting to pull you into his arms, but he restrained himself.

A moment later, you stood up, nodded slightly to Ban, and then, without saying anything, lightly leaped away.

"Uchiha... Nagi." Madara whispered your name, an inexplicable sense of ambiguity and longing lingering between his lips.

When Madara Uchiha first saw you, he knew he was already hopelessly infatuated; the more lucid he became, the more he suffered.

He wants you to focus your attention and the world solely on Uchiha Madara.

The next day, Madara's deep eyes were focused on the front, his hands quickly forming hand seals, powerful chakra flowing around him, and as the last seal was completed, a ball of flame flew forward.

Flames exploded at the end of the training field, raising a cloud of dust.

Ban was breathing slightly, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, but this did not diminish his innate heroic spirit and majesty.

Just as he was about to use his ninjutsu again, a soft murmur drifted into his ears on the wind.

Although the sound was not loud, it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples in his highly focused mental world.

He frowned slightly and turned his head to look. He saw several Uchiha clansmen standing in a corner not far away, whispering to each other with slightly flustered expressions.

He strode toward his clansmen, who were engrossed in their conversation and had no idea that Madara Uchiha was approaching.

Chapter 4·Shrine

When the clansmen saw him approaching, they were taken aback, clearly not expecting their conversation to attract the attention of the young clan leader.

With a sharp gaze and a deep voice, Ban asked, "What were you talking about just now?"

The clansmen looked at each other, and for a moment no one dared to speak.

Silence filled the air, the tense atmosphere making time seem to stand still.

Finally, one of the older members of the tribe took a deep breath and answered with a forced smile.

“Young clan leader, we have won a great victory in the war against the Thousand Hands, which is something to celebrate.”

"But last night... last night Elder Nagi questioned the clansmen in the council hall about why they had laid a hand on the child, and she got very angry. Thankfully, the clan chief sent Elder Kangdao to stop her, otherwise..."

He stopped abruptly at this point, as if what he was about to say was too serious for him to say lightly.

Upon hearing these words, Madara Uchiha felt a complex mix of emotions.

His impression of you has always been that you are cold and distant, but I never expected you to be so resolute on something like this.

Ban couldn't help but feel a little moved by you, and waved his hand, signaling his people to step back.

The clansmen felt as if they had been granted a pardon and hurriedly left.

Ban stood alone, lost in thought.

He wondered, what exactly made you have such a bottom line? Was it past experiences, or a tenderness deep inside that had never been noticed by others?

"Onii-chan, what are you thinking about?" A clear voice rang out, interrupting Madara's thoughts.

He turned around and saw his younger brother, Izuna, staring at him with wide, curious eyes.

Ban paused slightly, then gave a gentle smile. "It's nothing, just some clan matters."

Izuna, however, did not believe it. He knew his brother too well: "Is it related to Elder Nagi? I heard about what happened last night."

Madara was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "Izuna, why do you think Elder Nagi did that?"

Izuna tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Maybe she has her own principles."

Ban nodded thoughtfully.

Uchiha Izuna grabbed Madara's hand and said, "Onii-chan, let's go practice ninjutsu over there! I recently learned a new ninjutsu and I want to show it to you."

As Madara looked into Izuna's expectant eyes, the gloom in his heart gradually dissipated.

He nodded, letting Izuna pull him toward another area of ​​the training ground.

The afterglow of the setting sun painted the sky orange-red as you strolled alone in the courtyard.

"Elder Nagi." Madara's voice broke the silence, and you stopped and turned around.

Madara Uchiha fixed his gaze on your face. "I'd like to hear your thoughts on what happened in the council chamber last night."

Your eyes instantly turned cold: "You brat from the clan chief's family, this matter seems to have nothing to do with you." With that, you turned to leave.

“But I think this is important, and perhaps we share the same thoughts,” Madara Uchiha continued, standing still.

You stopped and remained silent for a moment. "The same idea? Based on your wildly imaginative dreams?"

“Speaking of which, we do need a sparring match.” Madara did not answer the question directly.

"I won't go easy on you just because you're a child." You turned to look at him, your words utterly disdainful.

"I don't need your mercy, I just want a real battle!" Madara said without backing down.

You chuckled softly, "Alright then, I'll show you what real power is."

Madara launched the first attack, his figure as fast as lightning as he charged towards you.

You effortlessly evaded each of Ban's attacks, as if strolling leisurely in a garden.

"Is that all you've got, you brat from the clan chief's family?" you said provocatively as you dodged.

Ban was furious, but he knew the gap between himself and you, and he was not disturbed by your provocative words.

He continued his attack while carefully observing your movements, trying to find an opening.

Finally, during one of your sidesteps, Madara noticed that your steps seemed to pause for a moment. Although it was extremely subtle, Madara still caught it.

Just as Madara was about to change his move and pretend to attack, you whispered in his ear, "It's a bit strong, but far from enough."

The bitter smell of medicine enveloped him, and for a moment, Madara forgot to attack.

Ban was startled, realizing he had fallen into a trap.

Before he could react, the scene before him suddenly blurred, and he found himself still standing in the same spot.

Ban then realized that he had been controlled by your illusion magic all along, and that the sparring just now was actually an illusion from the very beginning.

"Why?" Ban's heart was filled with doubt and resentment.

"Sometimes, a flaw might be a trap deliberately left by the enemy, don't you think, kid?"

The illusion dissipated, and Madara returned to the real world. He was panting heavily, looking at you with a complicated expression.

Uchiha Izuna ran over from the side.

He noticed Ban was distracted from the morning and, worried about him, followed him over, only to find this scene before him.

Izuna immediately stepped in front of Madara and shouted at you, "What kind of skill is it for an adult to attack a child!"

In the ninja world of the Warring States period, sixteen years old is considered an adult, and you have only been an adult for a little over a month.

You put one hand on your hip and gently tapped Izuna's head with the other. "This is terrible. No enemy will choose not to attack just because you're a child."

In the Uchiha clan, patting or tapping someone's head is a very affectionate gesture. Izuna didn't expect you to do such a thing to him, and his face instantly turned red. He covered the spot where he had been touched and said, "What... what are you doing!"

Seeing Izuna's reaction, you couldn't help but remark, "You two brothers are exactly alike."

Seeing this, Madara pulled Izuna behind him, clearly displeased with your actions.

Yesterday you patted his head, but today you tapped Izuna's head. This makes Madara a little jealous. What kind of person is he in your heart?

"Stop making those weird gestures at other people!" Madara shouted.

"Exactly! He's already betrayed the Uchiha clan, so why is he coming back? What secret does he have?" Uchiha Izuna asked Madara questioningly from behind.

"Because I love the Uchiha clan, is that a valid reason?" You casually revealed your true thoughts.

Perhaps your answer was too casual and direct, because Madara and Izuna simply didn't believe it.

"Love the Uchiha? Then what about the five years you betrayed them?" Izuna had never heard such a ridiculous reason before, and asked angrily.

"Perhaps it's love turned to hate." You left behind an even more nonsensical answer, and then vanished from the spot in an instant, leaving Madara and Izuna standing there, puzzled by the profound meaning in your words.

You walk home along the quiet path, the moonlight casting long shadows, and the only sound is the gentle murmur of your footsteps.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed past in the direction of the Uchiha Shrine, too fast to catch.

Your eyes sharpened, and without a second thought, you used your teleportation technique to chase after them.

The shrine was quiet and eerie, with the ancient buildings casting large shadows under the moonlight.

You proceed cautiously, but the dark figure vanishes without a trace.

However, your doubts only deepened, and you continued your investigation, unknowingly stumbling into the shrine's secret chamber.

The secret room was filled with an old atmosphere, with some ancient tools and scrolls placed around it, but the most eye-catching thing was the legendary Uchiha stone tablet.