Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

"As for the feuds between ninja clans? I don't like to get involved, so what I mean is—"

The candle wick suddenly popped with a soft crack, and the flame suddenly brightened, reflecting the cold curve of your lips. "Especially regarding the opposition from the Senju clan, I will pretend I didn't hear it."

"Unless you have the power to absolutely crush me, you have no choice but to listen to me."

Hashirama Senju slammed his fist on the table, causing the teacup to overturn and brown liquid to spread across the wood grain like blood.

“But this will only lead to endless wars!” His voice was filled with rare anger, and his chakra overflowed uncontrollably, making the windowpanes vibrate.

You chuckled softly, your fingertips gently tracing the rim of the glass. "The essence of war is that it is a tool for nobles to manipulate the ninja world."

Looking through the pillars, you feel as if you are looking at an ignorant child: "As long as the nobles hold power, the war will never end."

Hashirama suddenly stood up, and Wood Release chakra condensed into tiny twigs in his palm.

"This will bring disaster to the civilians! Displacement, loss of families, death—Elder Nagi, is this the kind of situation you want?!"

"Everything has two sides." You put down your teacup, the sound of porcelain colliding with the wooden table crisp and clear, like bones cracking.

"For the ultimate goal, all sacrifices, all suffering, and all costs are necessary."

Your tone was eerily calm, as if you were discussing the weather rather than the life and death of millions of people.

Chapter 75·Dog Training (3)

Ban's breathing gradually became heavy.

He gazes at your profile, at the shadows cast by your eyelashes, at the ruthless lines drawn at the corners of your lips—this is the woman he loves to the core.

Beautiful, powerful, and ruthless as a blade.

His Mangekyou Sharingan spun wildly in the shadows, both thrilled by your sharpness and restless because of your confrontation with Hashirama.

Hashirama persisted, his voice almost pleading, "We are here to change the world, not to destroy it!"

"Too naive." Your fingertips tapped the table, the rhythm like a countdown to death. "Perhaps in the future, you'll know—what's right and what's wrong!"

Ban's fingertips quietly hooked onto the hem of your clothes, like a wild beast confirming the presence of its mate. You didn't turn around, but instead grabbed his wrist, telling him not to interfere.

Ban chuckled softly, obediently relaxing his grip and letting you pinch until bruises appeared.

Okay, whatever you say.

The flickering candlelight cast everyone's shadows on the wall, twisting like struggling demons.

Mito's red hair spread like blood in the light and shadow. She watched with great interest, resting her chin on her hand. Tobirama's red eyes stared intently at you, as if reassessing the level of danger.

Hinata Hatozaki's Byakugan gleamed slightly, as if he were calculating something, while Shikaga Rin... his fingers dug deep into his knees, cold sweat soaking his back.

This is the true nature of the adoptive father: elegant, cruel, and irresistible.

The moment you uttered your last word, Madara Uchiha's Mangekyou Sharingan suddenly bloomed.

His crimson pupils twisted and spun in the darkness. "Did you hear that, Hasi Hot Mom?" His voice was deep and rumbling like the calm before a thunderstorm, carrying an almost manic pride.

"This is my wife, this is the awareness that should be needed to change the world!" Chakra surged around him, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground, and the candlelight was almost extinguished by the pressure.

"Now, is there anyone who still objects?"

Your gaze swept over everyone like a blade, finally settling on Hashirama's face. The Eternal Kaleidoscope shimmered with an eerie light, as if it could pierce directly into the soul.

Hashirama opened his mouth, but fell silent the moment his eyes met yours.

What did he see? Madness? Cruelty? Or some kind of martyr's resolve that he could never understand?

Ban slowly walked up behind you, pressing his hand heavily on your shoulder. His fingertips dug into your skin, as if trying to touch your bones through flesh and blood to confirm your presence.

“Even your ideals…were crushed by Nagi, you hot mom.” Madara’s voice was filled with twisted glee.

Mito rested her chin on her hand and suddenly chuckled, breaking the stagnant air.

"What a brilliant debate." Her fingertips tapped lightly on the table, but her gaze suddenly sharpened, piercing your heart. "However... does your so-called 'price' include yourself?"

You chuckled softly, reached out and lifted Mito's chin, your fingertips as cold as life, yet your voice was chillingly gentle, "Of course."

"I would give anything for it."

Ban's pupils contracted sharply, and his fingers unconsciously dug into your shoulder blade.

You seemed oblivious, turning to look at the still speechless Hashirama, a mocking smile playing on your lips. "Clan leader Senju, you should probably worry about your own marriage."

Ban's breath hitched for a moment, then he suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you hard into his arms.

His lips brushed against your ear, his voice hoarse and barely audible, "Don't even think about it, everything you have has long been mine."

His Mangekyou Sharingan spun wildly, reflecting your calm face.

How could you so easily say 'I'd give everything'? How dare you... even use your own life as a bargaining chip?

Raise your hand to stroke his cheek, your fingertips brushing against the corners of his tight lips. "Don't be afraid."

You said softly, as if coaxing a restless child, "At least before destruction... I'll hold your hand."

Ban's pupils contracted sharply, then he chuckled softly, "Alright."

The lights of Fire Elephant City faded into the distance behind us, leaving only two overlapping shadows on the stone-paved road.

Madara Uchiha's palm rests on the back of your knee, the warmth of his skin seeping through the fabric.

Your weight is light, like a wisp of mist that could vanish at any moment, yet your presence weighs heavily on his back, just like the power you seek.

"You really like power?" Ban finally asked, his voice hoarse and low, carried by the night wind.

Your chin rests on his shoulder, your black hair falls down, brushing against his cheek with a slight tickle.

"It's not so much that I like you." Your breath brushed against his ear. "It's just that power can make what I want to pursue happen."

The freckles unconsciously tightened their grip, leaving a few faint red marks on your skin.

Are you abusing power, or are you being corrupted by it?

He suddenly remembered how you looked down on everyone in the room just now, the dim light flowing through your eternal kaleidoscope eyes was colder than any blade.

"Hashirama and I share the ideal of achieving peace." He paused. "And what is your ideal?"

You chuckled softly and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck.

“What a noble resolve.” Your lips almost touched his earlobe. “But all I want is to stand at the pinnacle of power… and establish new rules for the ninja world.”

It's not about saving people, it's not about compromising.

Instead, he completely overturned the chessboard and rewrote everything himself.

The night wind suddenly turned sharp, cutting painfully into one's skin. "Will there ever be a day of peace?" Ban's voice carried an unusual sense of bewilderment.

Your fingertips brushed against his loose black hair, your voice calm, "Madara, there is no true peace."

"Even Infinite Tsukuyomi can't bring true peace?" He carried you forward, his steps steady.

Your black hair intertwined with his, gleaming with a similar cold light under the moonlight.

“That’s relative peace.” Your voice was as soft as a sigh. “Different understandings of peace…will lead to different outcomes.”

"Just as you believe that true peace is found in Tsukuyomi, Hashirama believes that the protection of love can bring peace, I believe that only by changing the rules... can we have peace."

Ban's Adam's apple bobbed, his heart pounded in his chest, and he saw through everyone, including him.

“If you find yourself in trouble on your path…” he began in a low voice, but was interrupted.

"Correct it promptly and keep improving." Your fingertips traced the outline of his collarbone. "There is no definition of right or wrong... No one is static."

Ban suddenly stopped in his tracks. The moonlight stretched their shadows long, twisting and melting into the darkness.

He turned his head, his nose almost touching your cheek. "Including you?"

You look into his Mangekyou Sharingan and suddenly smile, "Including me."

Ban's breathing suddenly became heavy. He abruptly pulled you off his back, pulled you into his arms, and bit your lips hard.

The taste of blood spread between his teeth, but he found it sweet.

You are a madman, an ambitious man, and his accomplice.

You let him bite you, you run your fingers through his hair, and you press him against yourself.

Under the moonlight, two shadows intertwined like chains, as if they were destined to be entangled until the end of the world.

As you stepped onto the last step, you saw that familiar figure. Leng Xi's black hair was lifted by the night wind, and her robes billowed like the wings of a dying raven.

He heard footsteps but didn't turn around until you stood beside him. Only then did he glance at you slightly, his pupils reflecting the cool moonlight.

"What are you doing here?" Your voice was like a pebble thrown into still water, creating silent ripples.

Leng Xi's fingertips tightened on the railing, the wood groaning softly. He remained silent for a long time, so long that you would think he wouldn't answer.

He turned his face toward the moon, as if there were something there worth gazing at.

Your Sharingan glowed faintly in the darkness, "because of the deaths of Ryoei and Hokuno."

Your tone is not a question, but a statement.

Leng Xi's shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly.

Why does death always bring suffering to the living?

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his chest.

You see the images that flash through his eyes: the dust kicked up when Liangying laughed on the training field, the black hair hanging down when Huohe leaned against a tree to rest, and many more faces that have already turned to ashes.

Those dead Uchiha boys lingered in his memory like ghosts, never fading away.

"This is what we're meant to go through."

You reach out and catch a falling, withered leaf, then crush it into powder with a flick of your fingertips.

"Constantly losing... in exchange for the power to protect." Your tone was calm to the point of being cruel.

Leng Xi suddenly turned to look at you, the three tomoe in her eyes slowly rotating.

"You've changed a lot."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Hmm? What do you mean?"

"I'm not as misanthropic as before."

When Leng Xi said this, her Adam's apple bobbed, as if she had swallowed something even more bitter.

He swallowed the rest of his sentence—

"Because you have found a reason to live."

"And that reason... wasn't me."

Your gaze falls on his hand, where there is a fresh wound with dried blood, clearly inflicted by himself.

"I need you, Lengxi."

"What do you need me to do?" His response was almost reflexive, as if the question were etched into his very bones.

You chuckled, then suddenly took a step closer, "Sometimes I've been wondering..."

She lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to look directly into her eyes. "What exactly do you want? You'll always be there whenever I need help."

Leng Xi's breathing became rapid, but she stubbornly turned her face away.

"Nothing, I just have nothing to do."

"Really?" Your expression suddenly darkened, all the ease from before vanishing. "I don't believe it."

Your eternal kaleidoscope stares directly into his soul, as if trying to dissect him completely.

"You're still trapped in A-Su's death..."

"From beginning to end."

Lengxi's breath caught in his throat, and in the moonlight, a rare sadness and pity appeared in your eyes.

It was something sharper than swords, piercing directly through the disguise he had painstakingly constructed over the years.

"What do you see in my future...?" Leng Xi finally spoke, her voice terrifyingly calm.

His Sharingan stares directly into your eyes, as if silently questioning you—

Did you foresee my ending?

Do you see how I'll die for you?