Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

So much loss, so much profound pain—why isn't that enough?

Before the morning dew had even dried, Hashirama Senju barged into his younger brother's laboratory.

He clutched a freshly picked hemostatic herb in his hand, dewdrops from its leaves falling onto the scroll he was reviewing in the doorway, blurring out several large vermilion characters.

Tobirama! You're injured?

The loud voice of the pillar made the glass of the medicine cabinet vibrate. His gaze was fixed on the bandage on his brother's right arm, where a little blood seeped out, and the shape was exactly like a bite mark.

"I just got scratched by a cat."

Tobirama continued writing without looking up, but the tip of his pen paused almost imperceptibly.

The spot where Nagi bit me last night suddenly felt faintly hot, as if mocking this clumsy lie.

The scent of the disinfectant cotton was mixed with the cool fragrance of her hair, and hidden under the bandage was a mark that even medical ninjutsu was unwilling to erase.

"Let me see!" Hashirama reached out and grabbed his brother's wrist. "Healing with Yang energy won't leave scars..."

"No need."

Tobirama instantly retreated three meters away, his movements so fast they created a gust of wind, scattering scrolls all over the ground and revealing a draft with the Uchiha clan crest.

Hashirama stood there, his thick eyebrows drooping, looking like a large, abandoned dog.

“Brother…” Tobirama sighed, “Instead of worrying about such a minor injury, you should think about how to deal with the alliance between the Land of Whirlpools and the Land of Wind.”

Hashirama crouched in the corner, mushrooms starting to sprout from his body, spore-like chakra particles popping out from above his head. "But Tobirama never refuses treatment..."

Madara Uchiha woke up from his dream again, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

Fragments of the dream receded like the tide, leaving behind a sharp, piercing pain—memories from a thousand years ago, the obsession of 'Indra'.

In the dream, Indra stood under the corridor of the Ninja Sect's annual meeting.

The moonlight cast a long shadow of him, a stark contrast to the bustling hall. Ashura was surrounded by people drinking sweet wine, while he, the eldest son, was forgotten in the shadows.

"This is the eldest son of the Sage of Six Paths? He looks like a ghost."

"Shh, the way he looks at people is terrifying..."

Whispers drifted on the wind. Indra gripped the scroll in his hand, sparks flying from his chakra in his palm. Suddenly, all sound ceased.

As he turned around, he bumped into his father, Hagoromo Otsutsuki, who was walking towards him with a strange girl.

"This is the Prajna, and it will remain with the Ninja Clan from now on." Hagoromo's voice was very calm, as if he were introducing an object rather than a living person.

It turns out there are people like him in this world.

Lonely, powerful, misunderstood...of the same kind.

Indra's Sharingan involuntarily began to rotate. He saw the chakra surrounding the girl, purer than his father's and more violent than a tailed beast.

From then on, Indra began to create various 'chance encounters'.

The training ground, the library, under the cherry blossom trees on the back mountain... he always happened to appear wherever Prajna passed by.

"Young Master Indra." One day, Prajna finally stopped, her voice as cold as ice, "What exactly do you want?"

The young man was stunned.

His reason snapped at that moment, and he slammed the girl against the cherry blossom tree trunk. Amidst the falling petals, Indra touched those eternally cold hands for the first time.

"I want you to keep a close eye on me." His voice was so hoarse it didn't sound like his own.

Prajna's pupils contracted slightly, then—"Bang!"

An elbow strike landed hard on Indra's abdomen. When he recovered and looked up, all that remained were fallen cherry blossoms.

Prajna never appeared again.

Until the smoke of the Spring Equinox Battle the following year, Indra's Susanoo shattered countless Kaguya clan ninjas.

"Left rear!"

A familiar, cool voice suddenly rang out, and Indra turned around sharply. He saw Prajna standing in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, her black kimono soaked in blood. She actually crushed the bone spikes that were attacking him with her bare hands.

"You actually knew that—"

The warning shout caught in his throat. He saw the Kaguya clan's secret technique light shining behind Hannya, and the girl was using all her chakra to create a protective barrier for him.

"Fool·……"

The moment the bone spur pierced his chest, Prajna actually gave him the first smile.

The purple Susanoo shattered enemies within a hundred miles. Indra trembled as he caught the falling girl. Warm blood seeped into his sleeves, even more crimson than his Sharingan.

He stayed by her side in the medical room for four days and four nights. When Prajna finally opened her eyes, Indra's tears fell on her face.

“...Why are you crying?” She weakly grasped his hand. “I’m...a monster that even the Sage of Six Paths couldn’t kill.”

Moonlight streamed through the window, and Indra bent down to kiss her chapped lips.

You are a gift from heaven to compensate me; you belong to me, soul and flesh alike.

When his father, Hagoromo, ordered Hannya to become Ashura's ninjutsu teacher, he also fell into the abyss of despair.

Indra stood atop the tower, his Sharingan fixed on the two on the training field. Hannya held Ashura's hand, patiently teaching him hand seals.

"Chakra should flow like this." Hannya's voice was so gentle it was almost grating.

Ashura clumsily imitated Indra, a radiant smile on his face that Indra had never received before: "Sister Prajna is so amazing!"

Indra's fingernails pierced his palm; the genin he had strangled to death last night had also called Hannya so affectionately.

Under the moonlight, Prajna's profile was warmed by the campfire; once upon a time, such an expression belonged only to him.

"Lord Indra!" a maidservant ran in panic, "Lord Hagoromo is looking for you—"

Before she could finish speaking, her neck had been severed by chakra.

"You actually harmed your fellow disciples for your own selfish desires?" Yu Yi slammed his staff heavily on the ground. "You're confined for three years and are forbidden from stepping out of the secret realm!"

Indra did not argue, but simply turned to look at Prajna, who was standing in the corner.

Her pale face was expressionless, but her clenched knuckles had turned white.

Are you sad for me? Or... are you relieved to be rid of me?

On the night of their parting, Indra broke into Prajna's room. She immediately formed hand seals to defend herself, but he tightly bound her with chakra chains.

"What are you going to do?" Prajna's voice remained cold, but her pupils trembled slightly.

Indra touched the sealing runes on her neck, his fingertips glowing with scarlet chakra. "Hannya, you love me, don't you?"

"Stop! This is forbidden—"

The unfinished words were interrupted by a sealing technique. Hannya painfully looked up as he watched the two of them intertwine their chakra in the air to form an unbreakable red thread.

“No matter how many times you are reincarnated…” Indra kissed away the tears from the corner of her eyes, “you will always return to my side.”

In the dimly lit stone chamber, only a faint candle flickered. Indra hung his head, his black hair falling messily over his shoulders, and his scarlet Sharingan eyes were faintly visible in the shadows.

He stared at his palm, his fingertips still bearing traces of their blood—those who had once approached Prajna, those who had tried to steal her attention.

He does not regret killing.

He only regretted not severing the connection between Asura and Prajna sooner.

"Why...why are you watching him too?"

The low murmurs echoed in the silent confinement room, like a curse of some obsession.

Images of Prajna teaching Asura kept flashing through his mind. She leaned down slightly, her fingertips lightly touching Asura's palm, patiently guiding him to form a hand seal.

She occasionally revealed a faint smile, an expression that Indra once thought belonged only to him.

And now, she smiles at Ashura too.

"Clearly...clearly I was the one who met you first..."

His knuckles were clenched until they turned white, his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the torment in his heart.

He closed his eyes, but what appeared in his mind was Prajna's pale face when she was unconscious, the soft warmth of her lips when he secretly kissed her, and the words she whispered when she held his hand after she woke up: "Indra, don't be afraid."

That was the first time she called him by his name instead of "Young Master".

At that moment, he thought he had finally been saved.

But now, this salvation is being taken away by Asura.

"I won't allow it..."

The tomoe in his Sharingan slowly rotated, eventually transforming into more complex patterns. A near-distorted smile appeared on his lips, and his voice was low, hoarse, and maniacal.

"Prajna, you can only look at me."

"Even if... it means destroying the entire Ninja Sect."

On the day the door to the solitary confinement cell opened, Indra was greeted by the tolling of a death knell.

"Lord Yu-gai passed away last night." The attendant knelt on the ground, trembling. "His last wishes were that Lord Ashura would inherit the Ninja Sect and... marry Lady Hannya."

The world lost its color in an instant.

The waterfall in the Valley of the End was stained blood red. Indra's Susanoo and the Nine-Tails were locked in a fierce battle. Ashura, his face streaked with tears, cried out, "Brother, Father hopes that we—"

"Shut up!" Indra's kunai pierced his shoulder. "Give me back my wisdom!"

As the light of the Tailed Beast Ball illuminated the night sky, a black figure suddenly appeared between the two.

"Why..." He caught the falling Hannya, and blood tears flowed from his Mangekyou Sharingan.

"The reincarnation contract...is still intact..." Prajna's blood-stained fingers traced his contorted face. "Next time...don't be so...crazy..."

The purple Susanoo enveloped the Valley of the End, and Indra, holding his gradually cooling body, plunged a kunai into his heart.

Let's die together then, we have plenty of time anyway.

The moment the spatial rift swallowed them both, he kissed Prajna's blood-stained lips, "In the next life... I will find you sooner."

Ban raised his hand to cover his face, the kaleidoscope peeking out from between his fingers gleaming coldly in the darkness. A thousand-year cycle, a destiny's obsession—it turns out that from the very beginning... Indra's madness had already been etched into his blood.

Ban chuckled softly, his voice hoarse.

"How... pathetic."

The face of Hannya before he disappeared in the dream perfectly overlapped with that of Uchiha Nagi, and a thousand-year-old obsession boiled in his blood.

This time I won't repeat the same mistakes. Even if it means breaking your limbs, I'll make sure you belong to me alone.

Chapter 58 - Imprisoned Love (1)

In this hopeless world, there is no future to look forward to, but your real world is always worth it.

—To every 'you'

Uchiha Nagi was like a drop of water evaporating under the scorching sun of the ninja world.

The familiar waves still surged along the coastline of the Land of Whirlpools. Mito Uzumaki stood on the terrace of the Daimyo's mansion, her fingertips unconsciously caressing the jade pendant engraved with the words "Wind Crossing".

Kaga Rin would send someone to deliver new intelligence every month, but the result was always the same.

"No trace."

Tobirama Senju's laboratory remains exactly as it was five years ago. The dried blood on the operating table has turned black, and the scroll recording data on Hashirama cell fusion is worn out at the corners.

The white-haired youth stood before the instrument, the liquid in the test tube in his hand reflecting the gloom in his eyes. She had even had her Flying Thunder God mark erased...

Meanwhile, Madara Uchiha's Mangekyou Sharingan reflected the rushing waterfall of the Valley of the End. For five years, he had traversed every inch of the three great nations, even infiltrating the secret chamber of Byakuren in the Land of Water, only to find a fragment of a scroll, mostly burned, on which the words "Tanuki" could be faintly seen.

Outside the Forbidden Pavilion, deepest within the Uchiha clan's territory, moonlight was fragmented by the towering Ninja Tower.

"It's time for the shift change."

Leng Xi's voice was even hoarser than it had been five years ago, and the Uchiha fan crest on his back gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

The guards bowed their heads in salute, and no one noticed the cloaked figure following behind him.

The stone gate slowly opened and then closed again, driven by chakra.

The moment darkness engulfed the two like a tidal wave, Leng Xi suddenly turned around, grabbed the person by the throat, and slammed him against the wall!

“You said—” his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, “that you would never come back.”

The hood of your cloak slipped down, revealing your pale face. Five years had left no trace on your face, except for the more menacing runes spreading around your neck, which rose and fell slightly with your breath like some kind of living thing.