Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

"Father!" Hashirama Senju's eyes widened. He couldn't understand how such interests could be more important than Itama's life!

This time, Tobirama did not stop his older brother, even though he, as the rational person, did not think there was anything wrong with their father's choice.

But Itama was, after all, his younger brother.

I simply cannot accept a second tragedy like that of Wajian.

"Hashirama, as the young head of the Senju clan, don't you understand this principle?!" Senju Butsuma felt his authority being questioned.

“I understand the reasoning, but didn’t you do anything wrong by capturing Itama? Why would a seven-year-old child be on the battlefield!” Hashirama Senju finally voiced the question that had been buried deep in his heart.

A loud slap landed, leaving a clear red mark on Hashirama's face.

"Father, calm down!" Tobirama couldn't sit still any longer and stood up to block Hashirama.

Senju Butsuma watched as his hand, which had struck his eldest son, trembled slightly, and a strange sadness welled up in his heart.

“War is inherently cruel, and someone always has to sacrifice themselves for victory, no matter who you are, even if you are the young patriarch of the Senju clan.”

Buddha closed his eyes briefly. "If we refuse to negotiate with the Uchiha, the Senju won't care whether that child lives or dies."

"As for that young Uchiha clan leader, I need to know all his information. Go and find out everything!"

When the Uchiha council received the news that the Senju clan had refused to negotiate, it was almost dawn.

Tajima was not surprised by Senju Butsuma's choice, but felt sorry for the child.

They now have two choices. The Uchiha clan is large and powerful, and it would be easy for them to take in a few prisoners, but that would be unfair to their deceased clansmen.

Killing the prisoners would have no impact; it would only deepen the hatred between the Senju and the Senju.

The relationship between the Uchiha and Senju clans has long been irreconcilable, so whether their hatred deepens or not is irrelevant.

The boys in the mansion also heard the news that Senju had refused to negotiate, and Madara Uchiha stopped wiping his kunai.

"Everyone says the Uchiha are evil, but the Senju clan is clearly the real evil!" Uchiha Izuna sneered, expressing his disapproval of the Senju's actions.

Liangying chuckled and patted Izuna's head. "The Senju clan leader may not be a responsible father, but he is definitely a qualified clan leader."

Early in the morning, Uchiha Tajima convened a clan meeting with the elders.

The meeting's content was simple: the right to life and death of the thousand-handed captives.

Most of the tribesmen abstained from voting because they thought the prisoners were too young, and that they could always wait until they came of age before killing them.

Ban thought he would have to take some measures to keep the child, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

Who on earth is spreading rumors about the evil Uchiha clan throughout the ninja world?!

Ever since his argument with his father, Hashirama has refused to participate in clan meetings.

Hashirama spent his days hiding in corners, growing mushrooms in his hands. He naively thought that if the Uchiha were inherently kind, Itama wouldn't get into trouble.

Feeling increasingly frustrated, he took advantage of the time when Tobirama was called away by his father and ran straight out of the clan's territory.

Sure enough, seeing nature made me feel much better.

When Tobirama arrived at the council hall, his father and the clan elders all stared at him.

“You’ve come at the right time. This is a portrait of the young Uchiha clan leader.” Butsuma tossed the scroll to him.

Tobirama Senju took the scroll and unfurled it. The boy in the painting had an arrogant expression, sharp eyes, and unruly hair that made him look even more extraordinary.

As he watched, Thousand-Armed Butsuma explained.

"His name is Uchiha Madara. He recently awakened the Sharingan and killed many adult ninjas on the battlefield. He is a great threat to the Senju clan in terms of both combat talent and thinking ability."

"If you encounter him on the battlefield, be sure to kill him. Allowing such an enemy to grow stronger will cause great trouble for the Senju."

"You've encountered Izuna, the third young master of the Uchiha clan, on the battlefield many times, so you must know how troublesome they are."

"You can give this scroll to Hashirama when you have time. He's been throwing a tantrum lately, so it's not convenient for me to get involved."

After listening to what the monk said, Tobirama Senju put away the scroll, nodded, and turned to leave.

When Ban returned to that tributary, he saw a familiar figure.

"Yo, long time no see! Your name is..." Madara hesitated for a moment, trying to recall the boy's name.

"Hashirama." The boy himself had already given the answer.

Madara Uchiha stood with his hands on his hips. "What's wrong with Hashirama? He looks so dejected when he arrives today! What happened?"

Hashirama Senju sniffed. "Why are you asking this? I'm perfectly fine."

"Who are you kidding? Tell me!" Ban didn't believe his nonsense.

"It's nothing..." Hashirama continued to stubbornly insist.

"Alright, speak now," Madara Uchiha said earnestly.

"No, it's really nothing."

"Alright, stop arguing, I'll let you say whatever you want!" Ban was almost losing his patience.

"It's really nothing, nothing at all..." Hashirama turned his head away, tears streaming down his face.

"Say it!" Madara Uchiha's temper flared up immediately.

Hashirama remained silent, his tears flowing even more freely.

Ban then realized the boy was genuinely heartbroken, and his anger subsided. "What's wrong?"

“My brother…” Hashirama was filled with sorrow as he thought of the deceased Kawarama and the likely demise of Itama. “Something has happened.”

Hashirama wiped away his tears with his sleeve. "The reason I came here is because looking at this river makes it feel like the turmoil in my heart can be washed away."

"Even if I can't see your heart, I know it." Madara Uchiha only said half of what he meant.

Upon hearing this, Hashirama immediately stood up and asked, "What?"

"Your hairstyle and clothes are so tacky!" Ban said, straightening his back with a proud look.

Although he can't match Hashirama in skipping stones, he has better taste.

Hearing Madara's sarcastic remark, Hashirama's attention was immediately diverted, and he lowered his head in disappointment.

As the older brother, Madara could deeply understand Hashirama's feelings, especially since he had almost lost his fifth brother not long ago.

If it weren't for Nagi Uchiha, he would probably be in even more pain than Hashirama.

Seeing that it was getting late, Madara knew that Nagi Uchiha should be returning from her old comrades around this time. Thinking of seeing her, he quickly waved and said, "Hashirama, I have to go. See you next time!"

Watching Madara's lighthearted figure disappear into the distance, Hashirama replied softly, "See you next time."

"Big brother, where have you been?" Tobirama sat at the table with his arms crossed, staring at Hashirama with a scrutinizing gaze.

"I went out for a walk to clear my head, what's wrong?" Hashirama Senju asked, sounding a little guilty.

Having guessed that his elder brother might be hiding something, Tobirama didn't rush to ask, figuring he would find out eventually anyway.

"This is a scroll that my father asked me to give to you. The person in the painting is the young patriarch of the Uchiha clan. If you encounter him, you'd better take care of him, or you'll be in big trouble."

Hashirama Senju scratched the back of his head. "Why didn't he come to find me himself?"

Tobirama's face darkened. "You've refused to attend the clan meetings these past few days. Father thought you were still angry and couldn't bring himself to come to you."

Hashirama then realized that this was his own problem and picked up the scroll on the table, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"I won't do that again," Hashirama promised, then opened the scroll, only to freeze in shock when he saw the portrait.

Madara Uchiha's journey back to his clan's territory from the Naka River was exceptionally long and quiet.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on him like blood, but it could not warm his tense body caused by vigilance.

The sound of the wind all around seemed to conceal the breath of the enemy, and the swaying of every leaf could be a deadly threat.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, and dozens of dark figures rushed out from all directions, instantly surrounding Ban.

These enemies all had fierce expressions and exuded a strong killing intent.

Ban took a deep breath and instantly entered battle mode. He flashed forward and launched an attack, trying to tear a gap in the enemy's encirclement.

However, the enemy was clearly well-trained and coordinated, skillfully deflecting Ban's attacks time and time again, and launching fierce counterattacks one after another.

Ban fought with all his might to defend against the enemy's attacks, sweat pouring down his face like rain, and his body gradually accumulated more wounds.

His stamina was rapidly depleting, while the enemy's attacks became increasingly fierce.

Just as Ban felt powerless and thought he was about to die, a dark figure suddenly appeared.

Madara only saw your hands quickly forming hand seals, and then, a shocking scene unfolded: all the enemies' chakra seemed to be instantly drained away by an invisible hand.

Their bodies stiffened, their eyes filled with fear and despair, like lambs to the slaughter.

Without the slightest hesitation, you swung your long sword, instantly reaping the lives of your enemies.

Blood splattered everywhere, your eyes were as cold as frost, without a trace of pity.

The enemies have all been eliminated, and peace has returned to the surroundings. You slowly walk towards Madara. "Kid, did you hurt your head?"

Seeing that Ban didn't react for a while, you couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.

"You..." Ban looked at you, somewhat stunned.

"What?" You were completely unaware of the seriousness that Madara was showing at that moment.

Ban suppressed the tremor in his heart. "I mean, how did you end up here?"

"Oh, I received news from my clan that there were enemies lying in ambush near the Naga River, so I came here to deal with it." Your tone was relaxed, as if the danger before you was nothing more than a trivial farce.

Ban gazed at your profile, his heart filled with mixed emotions. After a moment, he whispered, "Thank you."

These two simple words are filled with complex emotions.

"By the way, the Senju clan has been searching for you everywhere lately, so be careful." You seemed to suddenly remember something, your expression turning serious as you reminded Madara.

"Senju?" Madara frowned slightly, his mind flashing through the people he had recently come into contact with, and Hashirama's image instantly appeared in his mind.

A hint of wariness and contemplation flashed in Madara's eyes. The Senju clan had always been the nemesis of the Uchiha. What was their purpose in probing his information?

The wind began to blow along the Naka River, rustling the reeds and pulling Ban back to reality.

Do you know why they're trying to find out about me?

You shook your head. "I'm not really sure."

"I'll be careful," Madara said to you, his voice filled with determination.

He was prepared; no matter what schemes the Senju clan might have, he would not allow the Uchiha clan to be put in danger.

Chapter 9 Disturbance

Ban is demonstrating his falconry skills in the courtyard. Under his command, the falcon soars gracefully through the sky and then returns precisely to his arm.

You stand quietly to the side and watch, a hint of curiosity unconsciously showing in your eyes.

Ban keenly caught this moment, and he took advantage of the situation, grabbing your hand and saying, "I'll teach you."

You felt a little uncomfortable with the freckles' proximity, and your body stiffened slightly.

But apart from holding your hand and guiding your movements, Ban did not make any other excessive moves.

Gradually, you realized you were overthinking things, so you let Ban hold your hand and focused on learning the techniques of eagle training.

And Ban, at this moment, his heart and eyes are filled with you beside him. He is enjoying this rare time alone with you, as if all the troubles in the world have disappeared without a trace in this moment of heart-fluttering.

A gentle breeze stirred their hair, creating an atmosphere that was both ambiguous and tranquil.

However, this beautiful moment was soon shattered by the sudden intrusion of Uchiha Fire Core.

"Young Clan Leader!" Fire Core's voice broke the silence.

He saw Ban and you holding hands tightly and instantly realized he had come at the wrong time, his words abruptly cut off.

The interrupted Madara's face instantly darkened, and his gaze toward the fire core was filled with sharpness.

Knowing he had ruined Madara's plans, Firecore quickly said, "I didn't see anything!" and then turned and left as fast as the wind.

Realizing Fire Core's misunderstanding, you quickly pulled your hand away from Madara's palm. "It's getting late, see you tomorrow."

Ban watched your departing figure, feeling a pang of disappointment.

He stood there, savoring the physical contact he had just experienced. The gentle touch seemed to still linger in his palm, making his desire for Uchiha Nagi even stronger.

Madara Uchiha's gaze gradually hardened and hardened, a determination to win rising quietly in his heart.