Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Ban's voice drifted on the wind, so gentle it was chilling, "What would you like to eat tonight? I'll have the kitchen prepare your favorite salmon..."

His words faded into the distance, leaving only Tobirama standing by the window, the broken pen in his hand piercing his palm, blood dripping onto the unfinished "Proposal on Regulating the Handling of Bodies".

As night falls, Ban helps you change into a bathrobe.

He hummed a nursery rhyme about the South River, wiping your stiff fingers with a hot towel. Two teacups sat on the bedside table, one of them steaming and reflecting the blood-red moon outside the window.

"Hashirama was very noisy today, wasn't he?"

"It's alright... Once I find a way to revive you, I'll kill everyone who makes you frown."

He placed a kiss on your forehead and held you as you fell asleep, just like he had done on past nights.

In the next room, a puppet of Uchiha Izuna stood silently on a puppet stand, its empty eye sockets gazing at its brother's bedroom, a perpetual smile etched on the corners of its mouth.

As Ban stepped into the hall, you nestled quietly in his arms, the hem of your assassin's robe swaying gently with his steps.

"Uchiha Madara!"

Mito's Vajra chain moved silently within her sleeve as she stared at your empty chest, where a heartbeat should have been.

"Nagi is dead."

Her voice was soft, yet it was like a knife, piercing Ban's nerves.

Ban stopped in his tracks, looked down at you in his arms, and ran his fingertips across your cold cheek, as if confirming something.

"Dead?" He suddenly laughed, a manic and broken laugh that echoed in the deathly silent hall.

"My Nagi is right here—!"

His arms tightened, holding your body even closer, and the Eternal Kaleidoscope shone with an eerie light in the shadows. "No one can take her away!"

Hinata Hatozaki's white eyes bulged with veins as he stared intently at your lifeless body, the surging emotions in his chest almost tearing him apart.

"Lord Madara!" He stepped forward, his chakra surging through his meridians, and his internal organs were in excruciating pain due to Madara's oppressive aura.

"Please wake up!" His voice was hoarse, as if squeezed from hell. "Do you want Lady Nagi to suffer even in death?"

The air froze at that moment, and terrifying chakra erupted like a tsunami, causing the beams and pillars of the hall to groan under the unbearable weight.

"Who do you think you are!" Madara's fingers suddenly gripped Hatozaki's throat. "You dare speak to me?"

The neck bones of Hatozaki cracked under the strain, his face flushed from lack of oxygen, yet he still stared intently at Madara, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"You are...in fear..." His voice was weak, yet every word was piercing.

"A dignified Asura of the ninja world... doesn't even have the courage to face her death..."

A sinister smile curled at the corner of Ban's mouth, his fingers tightening little by little. "So eager to die—I'll grant your wish!"

Tianyin's white eyes widened in terror. She was about to form a hand seal when she met Ban's scarlet kaleidoscope eyes. In that instant, she seemed to see an endless sea of ​​blood, and her Bagua Sixty-Four Palms technique froze in mid-air.

"I...I..." She staggered backward and fell to the ground.

Mito's Vajra Chains shot out like lightning, wrapping around Hatozaki's waist and pulling him back sharply.

Madara's chakra followed her like a shadow. The moment the chains broke, the aftershock slammed Mito against the wall. She coughed up blood, but still held onto Hatozaki tightly.

"Sand!" Mito's voice trembled with pain, yet remained sharp. "Have you gone mad enough?!"

Hatozaki forced himself to stand up, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

His gaze passed over the spots and landed on your corpse, his voice as soft as a sigh.

"Don't you... want to see her one last time?"

Mito Uzumaki's Vajra Chains were still wrapped around Hyuga Hatozaki's waist, but Madara had already grasped the other end of the chain in his hand.

Crimson chakra corroded along the chains, scorching her fair wrists.

You, nestled in Ban's arms, swayed slightly with his movements. The hem of his assassin's robe swept across the blood on the ground, leaving a winding, dark trail.

"The last time we met?"

"My Nagi is watching over me every day, but you... what right do you have to look at my wife like that?"

[Bad Ending] - The Martyr, Part 2

The cherry blossoms in the Uchiha clan's territory never fade.

Madara knew this was an illusion; the pink and white flowers hanging on the branches were paper flowers baked with fire-style chakra, and each petal was soaked in a preservative.

"The Six Paths Manual records a forbidden technique for summoning the dead." Hatozaki's Byakugan was bloodshot.

Images from Ban's memory surfaced: on the night of the Fire Core funeral, you gave a talisman to Chuanlan.

The next morning, the clansmen found Chuanlan crying until she fainted in the ancestral hall, with a faint scent of grave soil lingering in the air around her.

Why me?

The blood froth in Hatozaki's throat made his voice hoarse, "Because...only your chakra...can withstand the backlash of the Pure Land."

"I have only one request." A sorrowful smile appeared on Hinata Kyuzaki's pale face, "Let Nagi-sama have a dignified funeral."

Madara's chakra surged instantly, dust falling in a flurry, his Mangekyou Sharingan staring intently at his opponent, "You still dare to make demands?"

As Hatozaki's breathing grew weaker, he stubbornly kept his white eyes open. Through those all-seeing eyes, Madara could see clearly.

His reflection was distorted like a demon, while in Hatozaki's eyes... was the same madness as his own.

"Kill me..." Blood trickled from the corner of Hagiwara's mouth, but his voice was unusually calm. "The forbidden technique will then be completely gone."

Madara's hand tightened suddenly, then loosened at the last moment, and Hatozaki fell to the ground, panting heavily.

When will you give me the spell formula?

Hatozaki wiped the blood from his lips, looked up and stared directly into those eyes, "On the day of Nagi-sama's funeral."

"The night of the full moon will be three days from now... the cracks in the Pure Land will be at their largest."

Mito's chains suddenly tightened. "Are you all insane? Forcibly summoning the Soul Society—"

"Shut up!" Madara and Hatozaki shouted at the same time.

The two stared at each other across your corpse, and at that moment they reached a bizarre consensus.

"Do you know the price of deceiving me?" Madara held you in his arms. "The Byakugan of the entire Hyuga clan will adorn the sacred tree of the Naka Shrine."

Before closing the door, Madara glanced back at Hatozaki, who was kneeling in a pool of blood, his eyes filled with a kind of pity. "You are actually... more cowardly than me. At least I dare to admit that I can't live without her."

In Tobirama Senju's laboratory, the liquid in the test tubes had long since evaporated.

He stared at the blood sample belonging to you under the microscope, which was now writhing strangely on the slide.

"How could the cells of a dead person still be active...?"

Tobirama's crimson eyes narrowed in the dim light as he suddenly recalled that rainy night, the tip of your knife poking his chin, the patterns flowing in the kaleidoscope.

The beaker suddenly shattered, and shards pierced his palm, but he seemed not to feel the pain, letting the blood drip onto the lab report.

The light of the full moon, like a pale white veil, enveloped the Uchiha's funeral hall.

The talisman in front of the coffin glowed with a ghostly blue light, and traces of cinnabar remained on Hinata Hatozaki's fingertips. He knelt beside the coffin, his white robes fluttering slightly in the night wind, like a dying crane.

When Madara Uchiha stepped into the funeral hall, the Nine-Tails' chakra caused all the candles to bow their heads.

He placed you in the coffin with his own hands, his fingertips brushing over your hands clasped together on your abdomen, the blue veins winding beneath your pale skin.

Hinata Hatozaki knelt before the coffin, his Byakugan gleaming coldly in the shadows. The tip of his brush, dipped in special ink, hovered over the final stroke of the talisman, his wrist steady with terrifying speed.

"Let's begin," he said softly, as if afraid of waking someone.

Mito Uzumaki's paper money curled up into ash in the copper basin.

The flames illuminated her expressionless face, as if what was being burned was not money for the deceased, but an unfulfilled promise—the words you uttered after carrying her through the encirclement on the battlefield against the Kaguya clan, which crackled and popped in the fire.

"After the war ends, I'll treat you to the most expensive tea in the entire ninja world."

She suddenly took out a brocade pouch from her sleeve and sprinkled the tea leaves inside into the brazier. "Liar."

The aroma of tea mixed with the smell of burnt food filled the air.

“Brother,” Tobirama Senju’s voice was hoarse, “this technique requires a living sacrifice.”

Hashirama turned his head sharply, only to see that Madara had already slashed his wrist, and the blood dripped onto the talisman, making a sizzling sound.

Madara stared at the talisman that Hagiwara had completed; the patterns were exactly the same as the ones you gave to Kawarashi.

When the first chakra was injected into the array, the air around the coffin began to distort, and the faint sound of chains dragging on the ground could be heard coming from underground.

“Anagi…” his whisper startled the crows perched on the eaves, “It’s time to come back.”

The candlelight in the mourning hall suddenly froze in mid-air.

Your spirit floats above the coffin, moonlight piercing through your body and casting a pale blue shadow on the ground.

Looking down at her translucent palm, her fingertips traced across her freckled face, but dissipated like mist the moment they touched it.

"As expected... I still can't reach her."

You chuckled lightly, as if death were nothing more than a harmless joke.

He stared at the shadow cast by your eyelashes, a shadow that used to tremble gently with your breath, but now looked like a frozen ink painting.

"Forgive me for breaking my promise, Madara."

He suddenly reached out and grabbed your wrist, and everyone thought he would pass right through it.

Until the tangible touch came, "I won't forgive you." Madara's fingers dug into your transparent skin, his eternal kaleidoscope patterns spinning wildly, "and I won't let go."

You see purple rings appearing in Madara's eyes; that's the Rinnegan.

Tobirama Senju's experimental notes slipped from his hands as he watched Madara's chakra transform into black chains, piercing your spirit one by one.

The chains, engraved with reversed Pure Land runes, are forcibly anchoring souls that should have returned to the underworld to the mortal realm.

But when his gaze met yours, the question stuck in his throat; your eternal kaleidoscope held something he couldn't decipher...

Relief? Or... anticipation?

Hinata Hatozaki's Byakugan revealed the truth.

The other end of those chains is connected to Ban's heart. Every second you are bound, more life force is drawn from Ban's body and turned into nourishment to sustain the soul of the dead.

He's risking his life for time!

Hatozaki staggered forward, trying to interrupt the spell, but you froze him in place with a single look. You shook your head, a gentle smile curving your lips, "Let me and him... be alone for a while."

Hashirama then realized that his Wood Release chakra was running rampant out of control. Madara's obsession had actually drawn in natural energy, causing the cherry blossoms around the shrine to bloom wildly against the season, only to wither and turn to ash in the next second.

"Madara!" His shout was drowned out by the storm of chakra.

Your spirit begins to materialize, strands of hair falling and brushing against the side of Ban's neck.

You cup his sunken cheeks in your hands, your thumb tracing the dark shadows under his eyes.

"Do you know? The Pure Land is actually very cold, but right now... you're colder than a dead person."

Madara's response was to pull you into his arms, and the purple light of his Rinnegan engulfed the entire funeral hall.

Everyone heard his hoarse whisper.

"Then let's all fall into hell together."

"My...deceased wife."

[Happy Ending] - Izanagi Part 1

When the spotted lips left your cold lips, they tasted the salty bitterness of blood and tears.

He held you tightly, his arms trembling from the force, as if if he held you tight enough, he could force his warmth, heartbeat, and even his soul into this still body.

"It's too late for me..."

His voice shattered in the wind and snow, his fingers dug into your stray black hair, his forehead pressed against your pale brow.

Why didn't I see through your plan sooner?

Why didn't I realize you had already paved all the way?

The sound of the scroll falling to the ground startled Ban out of his daze.

He almost frantically put you back in the snow, his fingers slipping three times on the knotted rope before he realized he was trembling.