Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Finally, Mito got up to take her leave, and Senju Butsuma personally escorted her to the door.

Once Mito's figure had completely disappeared, Butsuma's expression instantly returned to seriousness. He turned to look at his three sons, remained silent for a moment, and finally decided to consider Tobirama's idea.

"Tobirama," he said in a deep voice, "are you willing to marry Princess Mito?"

The air suddenly solidified.

A pair of cold, black eyes flashed through Tobirama's mind involuntarily—Nagi Uchiha's eyes, devoid of warmth, as if they could see through everything.

But he quickly regained his composure and said calmly, "Father, this is not appropriate."

Butsuma was taken aback, not expecting Tobirama to refuse so decisively. "Oh? What makes you say that?"

Tobirama remained calm and his logic was clear: "The Uzumaki clan is, after all, a prestigious clan. In their minds, the marriage partner must be the future head of the Senju clan. My elder brother is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate."

He paused, his voice slightly cold, "Besides... my mind isn't on these things."

Hashirama's eyes widened, and he pointed at himself, exclaiming, "Huh? Me?!"

The Buddha ignored his eldest son's surprise, pondered for a moment, and nodded, saying, "What you say makes sense."

Tobirama sensed that his father had given up on the idea of ​​arranging a marriage for him, and he breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

In the corridor, Hashirama chased after Tobirama, his voice urgent, "Tobirama! What are you thinking? I don't want a marriage alliance!"

Tobirama stopped and turned to look at him. "Brother, this is what you, as the young clan leader, should do."

"But why doesn't Madara have to arrange a marriage? He could even marry Nagi, whom he likes..." Hashirama muttered in dissatisfaction.

Tobirama's voice suddenly turned cold and sharp, his gaze so intense that Hashirama immediately fell silent.

Hashirama was stunned; he didn't understand what he had said that had angered his younger brother.

Tobirama stared at him, and finally snorted coldly, "Don't compare it to the Uchiha incident."

After saying that, he turned and left, his back view cold and distant.

Hashirama stood there, scratching his head: "...What exactly happened to Tobirama?"

Outside the Senju clan's territory, Mito Uzumaki stood on a high place, gazing at the Senju clan's lands with a meaningful smile on her lips.

"Hashirama Senju...?"

Mito murmured to herself, her fingertips gently stroking the scroll in her sleeve—a "gift" left to her by Uchiha Nagi.

"It seems this marriage is more interesting than I imagined."

Tobirama stood alone at the edge of the training ground, his white hair gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

He gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth and clenched his fist.

Even knowing it's impossible, I still...

A cool night breeze swept through the courtyard as you sat alone under the eaves of the Wind Kingdom's inn, a jug of strong liquor in your hand.

You tilt your head back and gulp down a mouthful of burning liquid as it slides down your throat, making you wince slightly from the heat.

As the effects of the alcohol took hold, my vision blurred, and fragments of the past flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

In the training grounds of the suicide squad, you, as a young child, are pressed to the cold ground. Yoshio Uchiha's voice is cold and ruthless: "Remember, emotions are superfluous. You only need to become a knife."

Your fingers dug into the soil, bleeding profusely, yet you never uttered a sound.

On his first assassination mission, the target was an unsuspecting businessman who, in his dying moments, opened his eyes wide in terror and cried out, "Why...?"

You pulled out the dagger expressionlessly, blood splattering on your face, warm and sticky.

"Sister! Look, I've learned Fire Release!" The boy excitedly formed hand seals and spat out a small flame.

You reached out and ruffled his hair, a rare softness appearing on your lips. "Well done."

Standing in the center of the Wind Kingdom's main hall, surrounded by menacing political enemies, you chuckled softly, tapping your fingertips on the table. "Gentlemen, want to kill me? You can try."

Overnight, three noble families were wiped out, and blood flowed like rivers.

"elder sister……"

In a daze, you seem to hear Su's voice.

Suddenly looking up, through my blurry, drunken eyes, I seemed to see my younger brother standing in the courtyard, reaching out his hand to me, saying, "Stop drinking, let's go home."

You instinctively reach out to grab it, but only grasp at nothingness.

"Ah Su...?"

There was no one there, only the shadows of the curtains fluttering in the wind, like the sighs of departed souls.

You twitched the corners of your mouth, tilted your head back, and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.

The wine jug slipped from his fingers, crashed to the ground with a thud, rolled once, and came to rest at the edge of the steps.

Your consciousness gradually sinks into darkness. The last image you see is Madara Uchiha's face. He stands on the cliff of the Valley of the End, his Rinnegan staring at you, his voice low and deep, "Nagi, you can't escape."

A night breeze swept by, and the courtyard was empty.

Only the wine jug on the ground reflected the cold moonlight.

Madara Uchiha stepped into the hall, his long black hair draped over his shoulders, his Sharingan gleaming coldly in the shadows.

He originally planned to go to Lengxi to ask about Nagi's whereabouts, but was urgently summoned by his father.

"Madara, you've come." Uchiha Tajima knelt before the low table, tilting the teapot in his hand, pouring boiling water into the cup, creating a misty haze.

He didn't look up, his voice low and calm, "Sit."

Ban frowned slightly, but still knelt down on the prayer mat opposite his father as instructed.

"Does Father have something important to discuss with me?"

Tajima finally raised his eyes, his dark eyes, so similar to Madara's, deep and sharp. He slowly pushed the teacup toward Madara. "Have you noticed anything unusual within the clan recently?"

Ban took the teacup, his fingertips tracing the rim, and after a moment's thought, said, "No."

Tajima stared at him, her gaze sharp as a knife. "Is that so?"

Ban remained expressionless. "If Father has something in mind, please speak frankly."

A brief silence fell over the room, with only the rising steam from the tea swirling between the two men.

Finally, Tajima withdrew his gaze and said in a low voice, "Next month, after your coming-of-age ceremony, you will officially take over as the clan leader."

Ban's pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. "Is the position of clan leader too early...?"

"It's getting late. Your current strength is your source of confidence," Tajima interrupted Madara.

"I understand, but the inauguration ceremony still needs to be postponed..." Ban wanted to say something more.

"Are you still waiting for her to come back?" Uchiha Tajima found the crux of the problem.

"Wh...what?" Madara asked, bewildered.

“Uchiha Nagi.” Tajima looked at his eldest son with complicated eyes. Upon hearing this name, Uchiha Madara fell silent, a rare occurrence.

“She’s not coming back,” Tajima stated the cruel truth.

Madara Uchiha's teacup overturned, and the scalding tea spilled onto the low table, flowing slowly along the wood grain before finally dripping to the ground.

His pupils contracted slightly, and his Sharingan unconsciously appeared, the three tomoe slowly rotating against the scarlet background.

"……impossible."

His voice was low, but carried a barely perceptible tremor.

Ban was always calm and composed, rarely losing his composure, but at this moment, his emotions were so turbulent simply because of a name.

"Are you still deceiving yourself, Madara?" Tajima's tone turned serious, tinged with anger. "Uchiha Nagi won't be coming back."

Ban's fingers slowly tightened, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His gaze was fixed on his father, his voice icy cold: "...She came?"

Tajima was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. "She did come to see me before she left."

Ban's breathing faltered slightly. "What did she say?"

Tajima looked at Madara, a rare hint of pity flashing in his eyes: "She said—"

You kneel on one knee outside the chieftain's residence, your long black hair falling down, obscuring the expression on your face.

"Come in," Tajima's voice came from inside the house.

Pushing open the door, you kneel before Tajima. Your expression is calm, your golden eyes gleaming coldly in the candlelight, your gaze more desolate than ever before, as if all your emotions have been stripped away.

Tajima looked up. "You've come to see me so late, is there something you need?"

"Chief, I've come to say goodbye."

"Saying goodbye?" Uchiha Tajima sneered. "Do you think the Uchiha clan can just leave whenever they want?"

You take out a bronze plaque engraved with the Uchiha clan crest from your pocket and gently place it on the wooden steps under the corridor. "The contract is broken. From this day forward, I am no longer a sword of the Uchiha."

Tajima stared at the clan crest, his eyes dark. "You think Madara would allow it?"

Your fingertip paused for a moment on the family crest, then you quickly withdrew it. "He doesn't need to know."

"Arrogant!" Tajima laughed angrily. "You think you can escape?"

Your golden eyes stared directly at him. "Clan Chief, you should know that if I really want to leave, no one can stop me."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty.

Uchiha Tajima narrowed his eyes, finally realizing that the woman in front of him was no longer the merciless assassin she once was.

Tajima stared at you for a long time before finally closing the scroll and saying, "You may leave."

You get up, but stop as you turn around.

"There's one more thing," your voice was soft, "please tell Madara..."

You paused for a moment, then finally shook your head. "Never mind, it's not necessary."

After saying that, you pushed open the door and left, your figure disappearing into the night.

After listening to his father's account, Madara Uchiha's eyes turned even more bloodshot.

"She...didn't leave me anything?"

Tajima looked at his son, his tone unusually gentle, "Madara, she chose her own path."

Ban suddenly stood up, overturning the low table and shattering the tea set on the floor.

"I do not believe!"

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was suppressing some kind of emotion that was about to erupt.

"...Where did she go?"

Tajima shook his head. "I don't know, and it's not important."

"Not important?!" His voice suppressed anger. "I'm going to find her."

"Stop right there!" Tajima shouted sternly. "Have you forgotten who you are?!"

Ban paused, but did not turn around.

"Next month, you will be the head of the Uchiha clan." Tajima's voice was heavy. "With internal turmoil still raging and external enemies eyeing us covetously, are you really going to abandon the entire clan for a woman?"

Ban's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his knuckles turning white.

After a long silence, he slowly released his grip, his voice icy cold, "...I understand."

Tajima watched his eldest son's retreating figure and finally sighed, "Madara, some responsibilities are destined to be more important than personal feelings."

Ban didn't answer, he just walked away.

His figure disappeared into the night, and only the cherry blossoms in the courtyard fell silently, as if in mourning.

Madara Uchiha didn't know how he left the council chamber.

His father's words still echoed in his ears—

"She's not coming back."

The surging emotions in his chest almost tore him apart. His Sharingan spun unconsciously in the darkness, casting eerie shadows in the corridor with crimson light.

He went straight to the hawks' secret room.

"boom--!"