Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

You're not looking at him anymore.

Your attention was drawn to those things, and you didn't even notice his gradually darkening eyes.

Madara's gaze was fixed on the back of your fair neck, where the bruises from his bite from the previous night still remained. His Adam's apple bobbed, his breathing became heavy, and his chakra surged uncontrollably.

I want to pull you into my arms so you can't see anything else.

You suddenly turn around and call out softly, "Ban," as if calling a disobedient cat.

He strode forward, pulled you into his arms, his grip so tight you could barely breathe. "Stop looking... let's go to the hotel."

You chuckled softly, raised your hand and ruffled his black hair, your fingertips running through his strands as if combing the fur of a large, ferocious beast.

"Wait a little longer," you coaxed.

Ban's body stiffened, then he let out a muffled groan, buried his face in your neck, and remained still.

His breath on your skin is as hot as lava, yet incredibly docile.

He is enduring, enduring for your sake.

A slight smile played on your lips as you continued flipping through the scroll in your hands, seemingly oblivious to the almost tangible possessiveness emanating from the man behind you.

"Good boy," you whispered, gently scratching the back of his neck with your fingertips.

Ban's muscles tensed, but he didn't move again; he just held you tighter.

Outside the shop, the festival was bustling with noise, but inside the scroll shop, you embraced each other in silence, as if you were isolated from the whole world.

The mansion gates slowly opened, creaking and decaying.

The scene inside the courtyard came into view. In the courtyard paved with white stones, the Hyuga clan members sat quietly like statues, their white clothes swaying gently in the wind, like drifting ghosts.

"Long time no see, Lord Tanuki!"

Hinata Amane's clear voice rang out, but was abruptly cut off by some invisible sense of oppression the next second.

The air suddenly solidified.

Madara Uchiha stands beside you, his clan robes fluttering without wind, his Mangekyou Sharingan slowly rotating in the shadows, its crimson halo spreading like blood.

He saw Hinata Hatozaki.

The man you almost married is now sitting in the middle of the courtyard, his pale pupils slightly contracted, his gaze passing over him and landing directly on you.

Those eyes are still so repulsive.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Madara's mouth as he stepped to the side, completely blocking Hatozaki's view.

"It's been quite a while, Hyuga clan's pretty boy." His voice was low and murmured like a demon, his chakra surging around him, almost turning into tangible killing intent.

Hyuga Amane's Byakugan activated instantly, veins bulging, as she clearly 'saw' the boiling chakra emanating from this domineering man.

It's not at all at the level of a human; it's as unfathomable as a tailed beast.

Even more terrifying was his murderous intent toward his brother, Hatozaki, which was so intense that it almost materialized into a black mist.

This man wanted to kill them all.

"Lord Madara is still prejudiced against me as always."

Hinata Hatozaki smiled, his voice gentle and warm, but a shadowy glint flashed deep in his Byakugan. His vision was blocked by Madara, and he could no longer see you, which made his fingers clench slightly in his sleeve.

Tianyin's heart trembled violently. The man before her was the legendary Asura of the Ninja World?!

She suddenly remembered a rumor from seven years ago: Hyuga had negotiated a marriage alliance with the Uchiha clan, but at the last minute, the young Uchiha clan leader forcibly terminated the deal and even massacred the negotiation site...

So, that 'young clan leader' was actually Uchiha Madara!

Tenon's fingers silently formed hand seals, and the chakra of her Gentle Fist surged through her meridians. She had heard of Uchiha Madara, but she had never imagined that this ninja world demon would harbor such deep hostility towards the Hyuga clan.

What chilled her to the bone even more was the way her brother looked at her... complex, restrained, and even with a twisted longing in his eyes.

Madara's lips curled into a ferocious smile. He had, of course, read the emotions in Hatozaki's eyes, which caused his chakra to go completely berserk.

“Prejudice?” He chuckled, his voice laced with a bloodthirsty glint. “No, it’s murderous intent.”

You suddenly reach out and gently place your fingertips on Ban's back. "That's enough."

With just two words, Madara's chakra suddenly froze.

He glanced at you, the savagery in his Sharingan still lingering, but he forcibly suppressed it because of your touch.

Madara's gaze remained fixed on Hatozaki, but his voice was terrifyingly gentle, "Madam, aren't you going to introduce... your 'old friend'?"

The cherry blossoms in the courtyard fell silently, only to wither and turn to ash the moment they touched the ground.

Hyuga Amane's Byakugan opened to its limit, and she finally 'saw' it clearly—

Your chakra is wrapped around Madara's body in a strange way, like chains or a spider web.

You are binding him, and this ninja world demon is willingly bound.

Your gaze passed over him and met that of Hatozaki. "Hyuga clan leader, how have you been?"

Ban sneered, then suddenly raised his hand and grabbed your wrist with such force that it almost left a bruise.

"Let's skip the reminiscing." He stared at Hatozaki, emphasizing each word, "We've come here today only to see Mito Uzumaki."

"Madara! Looks like you guys are faster than us!"

Hashirama Senju's voice was so cheerful it was almost grating, like a blunt knife cleaving through the stagnant air. He had originally opened his arms to give Madara a hug, but he stopped abruptly when he saw the other's sinister gaze.

No, no, Tobirama's still watching you! If you hug him, Madara will definitely use his Susanoo to slice me in half right there!

First there was the Hyuga pretty boy, and now there's this white-haired rat.

Madara's Mangekyou Sharingan swirled crimson in the shadows, his chakra surging uncontrollably into a storm.

"Heh." Madara sneered, a ghostly blue chakra flame already gathering at his fingertips. "You Senju clan, did you come here specifically to annoy me?"

Hashirama chuckled twice, trying to ease the tension, "Elder Nagi, you're quite charming, aren't you!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ban grabbed him by the collar, almost lifting him up.

"You bastard! If you have a fiancée, don't try to flirt with my wife!"

Hashirama coughed, gripped tightly, and frantically waved his hands, "Wait! Madara! I was just being polite—"

"Just polite?!" Ban's kaleidoscope spun wildly. "And your brother? He's just being polite too?!"

Madara punched Hashirama in the face, who hastily leaned back and narrowly avoided the attack. Wood Release branches burst up from the ground, instantly separating the two.

"Here we go again!" Hashirama wailed, forced into a 'dodge and evade' maneuver, screaming in despair as he fled, "Tobirama! Why do I have to take the blame for all this mess you made?!"

Tobirama Senju watched his brother being chased without expression, showing no intention of helping. His gaze remained fixed on you.

"I never expected that you would have any connection with the Hyuga clan leader."

His voice was colder than ice, yet it carried a hint of jealousy that he himself was unaware of.

Tobirama Senju's gaze swept over you, finally settling on Hinata Hatozaki's face.

Who is this man?

Why are you looking at me like that?

His red eyes narrowed slightly, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the handle of his kunai. Hyuga Hatozaki was also scrutinizing him, his Byakugan gleaming with a critical light.

Tobirama Senju… the legendary, ruthless second-in-command of the Senju clan, actually looks at someone else's wife with that kind of gaze?

The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze.

They both saw through each other's thoughts—dirty, sordid, and unspeakable—covetousness.

"What? Is the second-in-command of the Senju clan interested in my interpersonal relationships?"

Tobirama pursed his lips, his fingertips clenching tightly.

I want to know about your past with Hinata Hatozaki, and I want to know why you allowed that man to look at you like that.

I'd like to know even more... whether you even glanced at him for a single moment.

Hinata Hatozaki suddenly chuckled, breaking the deadlock, "It seems that Nagi-sama has more suitors... than I thought."

Madara's Susanoo skeleton instantly appeared, and the terrifying chakra caused the stone slabs in the courtyard to crack inch by inch.

"You—are you looking for death?!"

"Blemish," you whispered, "don't forget the purpose of our trip."

He grabbed your waist and held you tightly in his arms, his scarlet kaleidoscope sweeping across every man present, like a wild beast declaring that you are his, and always will be.

The door to the inner room was suddenly pulled open, and Mito Uzumaki's red hair shone like flames in the sunlight. She stood in the doorway, her gaze sweeping over the men in the courtyard who were on the verge of fighting, and finally landing on you, who were being held tightly by Madara.

"Wow~" Mito's lips curled into a playful smile. "A scene that hasn't been seen in eight hundred years, and it's all gathered together so quickly?"

Her voice was filled with undisguised schadenfreude, as if what was happening before her was not a battle that could break out at any moment, but a rare and good show.

“Foster father…you…”

Rin Kaga's voice came from behind Mito, but stopped abruptly when he saw the scene in the courtyard.

Five years have passed, and you remain as aloof and untouchable as ever.

You gently patted Ban's arm, signaling him to let go of you.

Madara's face was gloomy, but he still let go, though his Mangekyou Sharingan was still fixed on Shikaga Rin, as if giving a silent warning.

You raise your eyes to look at your former adopted son. Compared to the proud young man of five years ago, Lu Helin has now completely transformed into a true ruler, the Daimyo of the Land of Wind, wielding power and with a sharp edge in his eyes.

"It seems you've grown up quite quickly, Rin."

Your tone was calm, yet carried a hint of warning, as if reminding him that even with his fame, he was still under your control.

Lu Helin chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping over Ban before returning to your face. "Foster father, you flatter me."

His voice was gentle, yet it concealed a barely perceptible obsession.

Ban's pupils suddenly contracted.

Foster father? This young man was once your adopted son?

And the way he looks at you...

Madara's chakra surged again, causing the ground to tremble slightly. Did this mean all the men in the ninja world were plotting against his wife?

Tobirama Senju watched coldly, a hint of mockery flashing in his red eyes. Ha, yet another one.

Hinata Hatozaki narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughtfully observing Shikaga Rin.

The air between the four of them was almost frozen, their gazes met like sharp blades, yet they tacitly maintained a calm facade.

Mito Uzumaki watched this scene with great interest, and was about to open her mouth to tease, "Ahem, Nagi, this scene is really..."

"You dare call my wife 'Anagi'!" Madara's roar instantly interrupted her words. Terrifying chakra swept through the entire courtyard like a storm, even causing the lanterns under the eaves to shake violently.

Mito was taken aback, then raised an eyebrow. Had this guy eaten gunpowder? He truly lived up to his reputation as the Asura of the Ninja World!

At this moment, Madara has entered a state of indiscriminate attack. Whether male or female, as long as they dare to show you any affectionate gestures or words, he will kill them without hesitation.

You finally frowned, looked up at Madara, and said, "Let's get down to business, Uchiha Madara."

Ban's Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally pursed his lips, forcibly suppressing the surging murderous intent.

You're angry, and that's the last thing he wants to see.

The group finally entered the inner room, but the atmosphere inside was even more oppressive than in the courtyard.

Ban sits beside you, his arm still firmly around your waist, as if declaring his ownership to everyone.

Tobirama Senju had a cold expression, while Hashirama looked around nervously.

Hinata Hatozaki's expression remained calm, but his Byakugan was fixed on you.

Lu Helin picked up his teacup, concealing the bitter smile on his lips.

Mito Uzumaki rested her chin on her hand, watching this scene with a smile, but only one thought remained in her mind: today's important business... probably can't be discussed.

The candlelight danced in your eyes, illuminating those eternal kaleidoscopes like a blood moon in the abyss.

He sat upright among the crowd, relaxed yet exuding an undeniable aura of authority. It wasn't the ferocity of a ninja in battle, but rather the cold-bloodedness that had been cultivated over many years of immersion in power and the manipulation of life and death.

"Since you're all here, I'll just say it out loud."

Madara's fingertips trembled slightly under the table. This tone was that of a 'tanuki', the manipulator who secretly controlled the fate of nobles in various countries, not just his wife, Uchiha Nagi.

"As a tanuki, my intention has always been to control the nobles of the ninja world." You slowly raised your eyes, your gaze sweeping over each face with its unique expression.