Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

You were stunned. "He...is he smiling?"

“Clearly, he prefers your embrace to political struggles,” Ban said, raising an eyebrow and gently wiping the sweat from your forehead. “You did better than I expected.”

Ban took the opportunity to leave, saying, "I'll go prepare dinner. You play with him for a while."

"Wait! Ban! You can't—" Your protest was interrupted by the sound of the door closing. You looked down at your son in your arms, who was looking back at you with his innocent, big eyes.

“Listen, kid,” you whisper threateningly, “I’m the leader of the assassins. I’ve killed more people than you’ll ever know, so… don’t cause me any trouble, understand?”

Hanekawa's response was to let out a loud burp and then giggle.

You sighed and gently rocked the baby in your arms. "Your father is a bastard, you know that?"

"They actually left me here all alone..."

Outside the door, Ban leaned against the wall, listening to the conversation inside, a rare smile appearing on his lips.

In the kitchen, Madara hummed an off-key tune as he chopped vegetables. The legendary ninja demon was now busy preparing diapers and baby food.

But Ban didn't care. He glanced at the open "Parenting Encyclopedia" on the table, next to which were his densely packed notes.

Who would have thought that Madara Uchiha's biggest challenge wasn't the tailed beasts or the enemies, but how to simultaneously care for a wife who was afraid of babies and an overly energetic son?

When Madara brought dinner back to the nursery, the sight before him made him stop at the door. You were sitting in a rocking chair by the window, and Hanekawa was quietly asleep beside you.

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the window onto the mother and child. You gently patted the baby's back and hummed an old Uchiha lullaby.

Ban has never seen you like this before—soft, relaxed, even gentle.

He coughed lightly, and you looked up abruptly, a hint of panic flashing across your face before you regained your usual indifference.

You glared fiercely at Ban, "You did this on purpose!"

Ban propped his head up with one hand, looking at you lazily, and said, "Hmm."

"..." You were exasperated, turned your back to him, and said, "You'll bring it yourself tomorrow!"

Ban reached out and pulled you into his arms, his voice low and smug, "No, he likes you more."

You gave a muffled groan, but didn't struggle anymore.

Ban's fingers gently stroked your long hair, a hint of happiness flashing in his eyes.

You're ultimately better at politics.

One day, at a meeting of Uchiha elders, the die-hard elders were vehemently opposing Madara's policies.

You sit to the side, your expression indifferent, your fingertips lightly tapping the table.

Suddenly, you stood up and, amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, pulled Yu Chuan out of your sleeve.

The baby waved its little hands and babbled, and the elders fell silent.

Yu Chuan sneezed at just the right moment, spraying saliva onto the face of the most stubborn elder.

Ban suppressed a laugh, "...Well done."

It was late at night, and you stood alone in the courtyard, gazing at the moon in a daze. Ban appeared silently behind you, his arms encircling your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"Are you thinking about how to avoid taking care of the kids again?"

You calmly replied, "I'm thinking about how to reform the Uchiha clan's Anbu system."

Ban chuckled, "Liar."

You didn't refute him, but simply tilted your head slightly and leaned against his chest.

Ban tightened his arms around her, his tone both domineering and gentle, "You may not like taking care of children, but you're not allowed to avoid me."

After a moment of silence, you suddenly said, "...He grabbed my hair and wouldn't let go today."

Ban chuckled, "That kid looks like me."

You glanced at him, "...Troublesome."

Ban lowered his head and kissed your forehead. "My troubles are your troubles too."

[Highly Recommend the Side Story] — *Four Wars: Edo Tensei*

Kabuto Yakushi's fingertips gently traced the surface of the last coffin, the cold touch causing him to squint slightly.

Unlike the simple wooden coffins used by other ninjas, this coffin was entirely black, made of the extinct wood of the Divine Era.

Legend has it that this rare wood, which can withstand the erosion of time, was only used by the most noble daimyo or descendants of gods during the Warring States period.

However, the owner of this coffin was clearly not a nobleman.

This is a ninja.

Dou's fingertips gently brushed across the coffin lid, the touch cool and smooth, as if touching a piece of cold jade that had been sleeping for a thousand years.

The edges of the coffin showed signs of wear, as if it had been dragged, buried, or even... deliberately hidden.

“Interesting,” Dou murmured, a playful smile curving his lips.

Even more astonishingly, the coffin was covered with countless sealing incantations.

It's not an ordinary seal, but an ancient forbidden technique of the Sage of Six Paths, even older than the Uzumaki clan's Corpse Demon Seal.

These runes were not placed at the time of burial, but were added by someone after the coffin owner's death.

It seemed as if it feared the coffin's owner waking up.

"Heh..." Kabuto pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light. "Even after death, people are so afraid of you?"

"To inspire such fear, to the point that even a Six Paths level seal is necessary..." Kabuto's voice was deep, tinged with excitement, "Who exactly are you?"

The coffin lid slid open slowly.

Then, his breathing stopped for a moment.

Lying in the coffin was a nearly intact corpse.

No, it's less of a corpse and more of a sleeping person.

A cold mist filled the air, and a woman lay inside the coffin.

She wore a black warrior's robe from the Warring States period, with the dark red Uchiha clan crest embroidered on the lapel, and fine rune-covered strips of cloth wrapped around the cuffs and collar, like some kind of restraint.

Her face was cold and gloomy, her skin so pale it was almost transparent, as if she were merely asleep rather than dead for decades.

But what is most striking is the eerie rune spreading across her left cheek. The dark lines clung to her skin like living things, extending from the corner of her eye to her neck, like some kind of curse that had been forcibly branded.

Her left hand gripped a katana tightly. The scabbard was black, but the blade gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light. The tsuba was engraved with the Uchiha clan crest, but it was older than the current ones.

A member of the Uchiha clan?

However, the powerful Uchiha clan members of the Warring States period are all recorded in historical records. Madara, Izuna, and even their father, Uchiha Tajima, never mentioned such a woman.

Unless... she was deliberately erased from existence.

Dou bent down and carefully examined her body.

Her body showed no signs of decay, not even lividity, as if time had stood still on her.

He noticed a thin, long scar on her right wrist, with a faint purple tinge at the edges, a remnant of Sage Chakra.

"Immortal arts...?" Dou frowned.

The Uchiha clan is not known for its Sage Mode. His gaze fell on the talisman on her left cheek again, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

That's no ordinary curse mark.

"I see." Dou chuckled softly, a crazed glint in his eyes.

"You didn't die of natural causes, did you?"

"You are sealed away."

"The Fourth Shinobi World War will be much more interesting than I imagined."

Kabuto's fingers gently traced the corpse's cheek, feeling the faint chakra fluctuations still lingering beneath the cold skin.

"This is... perfect material."

He slowly formed hand seals, and runes of Impure World Reincarnation began to spread across the ground.

"Let me see just how deep your obsession really is."

—The person in the coffin opened their eyes.

On the other side, the conference hall of the Land of Iron has been reduced to ruins.

Sasuke Uchiha's blood dripped onto the shattered tabletop. The masked man stood before him, his single eye sweeping over the five horrified and enraged Kage, his voice low and crazed.

"The Fourth Shinobi World War begins."

The cold chakra trembled in the cracks of the Pure Land, and the whispers of the dead swept by like the wind.

You stand at the edge of nothingness, with winding chakra channels beneath your feet, and crimson spider lilies burning silently at your feet.

You should be asleep, you should be forgotten, but at this moment, someone is calling you.

"Who is it...?" Your voice was as soft as a blade slicing through the mist.

When your fingertips touch that crack, the fluctuations of chakra are strange and chaotic, like the wails of countless dead being forcibly mixed into a channel.

You frowned slightly. The afterlife shouldn't have this kind of disturbance, unless...

A war is taking place in the world today.

Just as he was about to take a step, an ancient and majestic power suddenly descended!

The air seemed to freeze, the dust of the pristine land lingered in mid-air, and even time itself seemed to be forcibly choked. Your pupils contracted, and you had never felt such oppression before.

Before you could even turn around, you heard the rustling of robes behind you, and a long, pale hand pressed on your shoulder. The pressure wasn't heavy, but it made you unable to move.

"Don't look back, live on."

The man's voice seemed to rise from the deepest part of his memory, clear and cold as frost, yet carrying an irresistible command.

His presence was so heavy it almost distorted the air. You didn't turn around, but your spine stiffened slightly, and a distant, almost instinctive shiver rose up your bones.

Trust comes without reason, yet it is etched into the very marrow.

Without hesitation, you stepped into the passage.

But in the last moment before leaving, you suddenly turn around and see only a white-robed figure fluttering in the wind, and a purple Susanoo rising from the ground, blotting out the sky!

The outline of Susanoo... looks just like someone from my memory.

"etc--!"

Your voice is swallowed by the passage, and the world before your eyes is suddenly turned upside down.

You slowly open your eyes.

Those eyes—

Kabuto's breathing suddenly froze, his pupils behind his glasses contracted violently, and he took an uncontrollable step backward.

"You actually... have the eyes of a celestial being!"

It's not an ordinary Sharingan, nor is it the Mangekyou Sharingan; it's the Rinnegan, the same one possessed by Madara Uchiha, which is said to be the same as the Sage of Six Paths.

You ignored his shock.

Slowly raising your left hand, the blade of the katana mirrored your pale face, the cracks on your cheeks like shattered porcelain, the curse mark on your left cheek spreading to your neck, and those eyes…

Amidst the purple ripples, the magatama slowly rotates.

"This is...?" Your voice was deep, as if it came from the other side of the underworld, hoarse from not speaking for a long time.

Kabuto's Adam's apple bobbed, and he quickly adjusted his expression, forcing a fake respect at the corner of his mouth. "It's the Second Hokage's Impure World Reincarnation technique, which can summon the dead to the mortal world."

"The Second Hokage?"

Your brows furrowed slightly, and your Rinnegan narrowed slightly, clearly indicating that you were unfamiliar with this title.

Your memory is still stuck in the Warring States period, and you can hardly understand a word the bespectacled man in front of you is saying.

Kabuto keenly noticed your doubt and immediately added, "He is Lord Tobirama of the Senju clan."

"It turned out to be him."

The katana twirled in his hand, its cold light slicing through the darkness like a crescent moon.