Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

The night wind howled past, scattering your unspoken answer.

The soil in the cemetery was damp and cold, mixed with the smell of rotting leaves and undried blood.

Leng Xi's fingertips sank into the mud, his fingernails filled with black grime. His Sharingan glowed crimson in the darkness as he stared intently at the tomb.

"Dig up this grave."

Your voice sounded behind him, calm to the point of being cruel.

Leng Xi's breath hitched for a moment.

"What are you saying? Do you even know what you're asking for?"

His hands were trembling, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Memories flooded back: Uchiha Sora's pale face, his blood-soaked clan robe, and the heavy coffin at his burial.

"...Are you crazy?" Leng Xi's voice was hoarse and unlike his own. He turned around abruptly.

“I suspect Ah Su isn’t here.” Your fingertips lightly trace the name engraved on the tombstone.

Five years ago, you used a forbidden technique from the Six Paths Manual to summon the spirit of A Su. The boy was shrouded in ominous black mist, and his eyes were so empty that it was as if his soul had been taken away.

That kind of horror...that kind of chilling...

Leng Xi's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, her nails digging deep into her palms, blood dripping from between her fingers and seeping into the soil, like some kind of silent sacrifice.

Finally, he closed his eyes and slowly knelt before the grave. If this is your request, if this is the truth you want.

His fingers dug into the cold soil and he began to dig.

The moment the coffin was exposed to the moonlight, Leng Xi almost stopped breathing.

The decaying wooden planks had an eerie bluish-gray hue, as if corroded by something. Without waiting for him to move, you stepped forward, your pale fingers gripping the edge of the coffin lid—

"Wait!" Leng Xi's voice caught in her throat.

The sound of the coffin lid being opened was like bones breaking.

Leng Xi's pupils suddenly dilated. "Su's... corpse?" His voice was so soft, as if he was afraid of waking something.

Five years ago, you watched with your own eyes as Uchiha Suku was placed in this coffin, and witnessed the soil burying the boy's face.

How can it be empty?

“Someone took away Su’s body. I suspect the plague in the Nanga River is related to this.”

A chill ran down Lengxi's spine.

His eyes surged with a frenzied killing intent, and his three-tomoe Sharingan completely evolved into the Mangekyou Sharingan.

You stare at his distorted reflection. "Can't you guess?"

Leaning close to his ear, your breath brushing against his bleeding fingernails, you whisper, "They're after me."

Lengxi's chakra went berserk, and pitch-black flames overflowed from his kaleidoscope, burning the surrounding tombstones to ashes. He stared intently at the empty coffin, the image of Su grabbing his clothes before his death flashing through his mind.

"Brother Lengxi...protect...sister..."

And now, even the peaceful rest of the dead is being desecrated.

Standing among the burning tombstones, your black hair was whipped up by the heat, revealing the bite marks left on the side of your neck. Looking at Leng Xi, who was on the verge of collapse, you suddenly reached out and cupped his face. "Calm down."

Your thumb gently wipes away the blood and tears under his eyes, as if handling a fragile object.

"We will find the person behind this..."

Leng Xi swayed as he stood up, his hands still covered in grave soil and coffin fragments. His Sharingan locked onto you. "You suspected it all along, didn't you?"

"From the day you used forbidden magic to summon Su's spirit... you knew his body wasn't in the grave."

You were silent for a moment, the moonlight shining on half of your face, the other half shrouded in shadow, like wearing a strange mask.

“The spirits are too clear… as clear as deliberately preserved chakra,” you explained softly, your fingertips tracing the kunai hidden in your sleeve.

"I need verification."

Chapter 76·Dog Training (4)

"Verification?" He grabbed your wrist with such force that he almost crushed your bones.

"Or...did you plan to use Su's corpse all along?" Your Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan suddenly bloomed, and the moment the two chakras collided, the surrounding tombstones cracked with spiderweb-like patterns.

"Let go." Your voice was cold.

Leng Xi moved even closer, his breath on her face, carrying the metallic scent of blood. "Tell me the truth! What exactly do you want to do with Su?"

The next second, a cold glint flashed from the kunai—*swoosh!*

The blade pierced Leng Xi's shoulder, and blood instantly soaked through his black clothes, but he seemed not to feel the pain and instead chuckled softly.

"This knife... should have pierced my heart."

"That's it, I don't want to discuss this issue with you anymore."

The flickering candlelight in the mansion cast Ban's shadow on the wall, twisting like a trapped beast.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers digging deep into the blankets, the fabric making a tearing sound as if he were dying. The pale moonlight outside the window was like a knife across his neck, while his Sharingan shone terrifyingly in the darkness, staring intently at the door.

Where did you go? He was only gone for half an hour...

Are you going to... leave him again?

The sound of the door hinges turning was like a sigh.

Your figure appeared at the doorway, your black hair damp with night dew, the hem of your clothes still carrying the stench of grave soil. You calmly raised your eyes, as if you didn't see the stigma on the verge of exploding.

"Why aren't you resting yet?" Your voice was soft, as if you were talking about the moonlight tonight.

You bear the chakra traces of Lengxi, the decay of a grave, and a kind of... resolute determination he couldn't decipher.

The moment you approached, Ban suddenly reached out and pulled you into his arms. His arm tightened around your waist like an iron hoop, while his other hand gripped the back of your neck, forcing you to look up.

"Where did you go?" His Mangekyou Sharingan spun wildly.

“You have traces of Leng Xi’s chakra on you!”

You didn't struggle, letting Ban pinch you, even tilting your head back slightly to reveal the bite marks Ban left on your neck last night.

"I went to the cemetery to see Su's tombstone."

Your tone was as calm as if you were reporting a task, but your eyes were chillingly cold.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to ask that, I just thought..."

You betrayed me again, abandoning the Uchiha clan once more, thinking... I still don't deserve you.

"What did you think?" You suddenly raised your hand and slapped him hard across the face.

A crisp slap echoed in the silent room, and Ban's face turned to one side, blood seeping from the corner of his lips.

Ban didn't move, licking the blood from the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and then chuckled softly, "How about slapping me again, Nagi?"

He buried his face in your collarbone, his breath hot, his voice muffled against your skin, carrying a morbid longing.

"Just like before...hit me again."

You were silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed and reached out to hug him tightly. "...I love you."

The three words, as light as a sigh, almost made Ban's heart stop beating.

He forcefully pushed you onto the bed, his canines tearing open your collar and covering the original bite marks with new ones. His hands gripped your wrists and pressed them above your head.

"not enough……"

His breath was so hot it felt like it would scald the skin on your neck. "Say it again... say it a hundred times..."

You grabbed his collar, your breaths almost touching, and said, "I said, I love you."

She kissed his lips, her tongue tasting his blood—rusty, bitter, and addictive.

Ban was completely devastated.

His fingers run through your hair; he willingly becomes your prisoner, willingly drowning in this kiss, even if...

Even if he saw it.

The fleeting, cold apology in your eyes.

I'm sorry, but I have to find Su, even if... I have to use your love.

In a parallel world, the edge of the goggles-wearing boy's dream is shrouded in a blood-red mist.

Standing in a void, beneath my feet lies a shattered mirror, each shard reflecting a different version of myself: the loser, the wounded, the desperate, the insane.

Standing before him was a woman he had never seen before.

She wore a long, black robe with a hem that cascaded down like raven feathers, and her Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan shimmered with an eerie light in the shadows.

Her gaze fell upon him, without the disdain or disappointment often seen in her tribe, but rather a... almost compassionate calm.

"Hey! Who are you, big sister!"

Obito waved his hand, his voice echoing in the empty dream. As the last one in the Uchiha clan, he was used to being ignored, but this woman's eyes made his heart beat faster for no reason.

She didn't answer, but just stared behind him.

Obito turned around—his breathing stopped abruptly.

The man looked like a demon crawling out of hell. His crimson robe with cloud patterns on a black background was tattered and torn, the ragged fabric billowing in the empty wind, revealing the black combat uniform clinging to his body underneath.

Half of his face was ulcerated, and the hideous scars, like withered branches scorched by flames, clung twistedly to his skin, exposing the intertwined metal prosthetics and wriggling white cells beneath.

And the intact half of the face—

"That was...me?"

His veins were clearly visible beneath his pale skin, and a crazy yet forlorn smile hung at the corners of his mouth.

A tattered Konoha headband hung diagonally around his neck, its torn pattern stained with blood, swaying gently with his movements.

"Is this...me grown up?"

Obito's voice trembled; he couldn't believe it, and he dared not believe it.

The man looked like a walking corpse driven by obsession, his eyes burning with a kind of almost desperate heat that I couldn't understand.

"You still came to see me, Uchiha Nagi."

The man's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing, yet it carried a strange pleasure. He clutched his heart, where something seemed to be pounding violently, and one could even see faint chakra light through his torn clothes.

"Smug."

The woman known as 'Nagi' spoke coldly, her Eternal Kaleidoscope slightly turning, "I just want to know... why you're not dead yet."

The man burst into laughter, a laugh that sounded like a knife scraping against metal, shrill and insane.

"Because we haven't seen a meteor shower together yet—"

His voice suddenly lowered, and his intact Sharingan stared intently at her.

"I won't die as you wish."

Nagi paused for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand, green medical chakra appearing in her palm. She pressed it onto the man's festering wound, her movements as practiced as if she had done it countless times. "What a troublesome guy."

Her tone remained icy, but the chakra at her fingertips was incredibly gentle.

The man grabbed her wrist, a twisted pain flashing in his Sharingan eyes. "You've softened, haven't you? What is it about me that I lack compared to Madara?"

Nagi's eyes widened slightly, then she withdrew her hand. "Idiot."

Her figure began to blur, and the dream faded like the tide.

The man reached out to grab her, but grasped only emptiness. His figure gradually faded away, his last gaze fixed on the direction she disappeared in, the smile on his lips like a cry.

"Obito! Wake up!"

The dream shattered, and Obito suddenly opened his eyes. What came into view was Nohara Rin's worried face. Her eyes seemed to be filled with sunshine, and her smile was so sweet that it could dispel all gloom.

“Rin…?” Obito sat up, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"You and Kakashi were sparring so well, and then you suddenly fainted! You scared me to death!" Rin patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Obito was momentarily dazed, then suddenly remembered something and turned to look behind the tree. Kakashi was standing there, his exposed eye looking at him with a complicated expression.

The chakra fluctuations just now... seemed like interference from another dimension. What exactly were they?