Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

The next second, your pale fingers gripped his throat, slamming him hard against the stone wall.

"tell me--"

Your voice is icy, and the tomoe in your Rinnegan slowly rotate, as if they could tear your soul apart. "Where is Madara?"

Dou's breathing was cut off, and his face turned blue from lack of oxygen, but he still managed a twisted smile.

“Cough… Now, there are two spots.” His voice was hoarse, yet tinged with a malicious glint in it. “I just don’t know… which one are you looking for?”

Your fingers tightened slightly. "What do you mean?"

The voice remained calm, but Kabuto could feel the chakra in the air vibrating, as if the entire valley was trembling under your emotions.

“One is the living Madara Uchiha,” Kabuto managed to say. “The other is… a spirit about to be summoned by the Impure World Reincarnation.”

Your brow furrows. A living freckle? A reincarnated freckle? Has the world changed so much?

You let go, the pocket slipped to the ground, and you coughed violently, clutching your throat.

You simply looked down at him, a dark glint appearing in your Rinnegan. "Take me to see him."

This is not a request, it is a command.

Dou raised his head, his eyes flashing behind his glasses. This part was not part of his original plan.

But you are too strong, stronger than he expected, stronger than... and may even disrupt his plans.

At the same time, he also became excited.

“As you wish.” He chuckled softly, his voice hoarse. “However, you may need to adjust to… this era first.”

Obito Uchiha's back slammed into the ground, and the cracked earth and rocks spread like a spider web.

Through the crack in the mask, his Sharingan contracted in shock as the woman's foot pressed down on his chest with such force that it almost crushed his ribs.

"You are not Ban."

Your voice is as cold as ice, and the patterns on your Rinnegan glow with an eerie purple light in the shadows. Your condescending posture is like that of a judge looking down on ants.

Obito's face beneath the mask twisted slightly. Who exactly is this madman?!

He had never heard of such a person in the ninja world, who possessed the Rinnegan, was ridiculously strong, and spoke as if he were familiar with Madara.

What's more troublesome is that the way you look at him is like you're looking at a pathetic imposter.

“I work for Madara.” Obito quickly adjusted his breathing, deliberately lowering his voice to imitate Madara’s hoarse and authoritative tone. “When he died, he asked me to take over the Eye of the Moon Project.”

Your foot paused slightly, then slowly lifted.

Lowering your eyelashes, you murmured softly, "Still clinging to Infinite Tsukuyomi...?"

These words were so soft they were almost inaudible, yet they sent a jolt through Obito's heart.

Your tone was strange; it wasn't a question, but rather a kind of expected disappointment.

Obito propped himself up, his Sharingan beneath the mask spinning wildly.

He didn't understand the meaning of those words. Were they meant for Madara? Or were they addressed to him?

You turned and walked straight into the shadow of the remnants of the divine tree, the hem of your black robe trailing on the ground with a rustling sound.

"Wait!" Obito couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are you?"

You stopped and turned your head.

Moonlight slid across the edge of your Rinnegan, and the patterns on the magatama glowed with a blood-red light in the darkness.

“A dead man, and you will soon be too.”

Obito stood frozen in place.

Cold sweat seeped from his back, not from fear, but from a deeper sense of unease.

The way you look at him is like you're watching a predetermined tragedy.

What's even more terrifying is the tone you used when you mentioned 'Infinite Tsukuyomi'... as if you had already witnessed its ending firsthand.

"More than ten years... and they still haven't captured all the tailed beasts?"

Your voice is like a knife wrapped in ice, slowly scraping across Otoshi's spine. Standing in the shadow of the remnants of the divine tree, the tomoe in your Rinnegan contract slightly with a cold laugh, as if watching two laughable ants.

The muscles beneath Obito's mask were tense.

He should be angry; no one ever spoke to him in that tone, not even the real Ban.

But at that moment, his instincts screamed: Don't move, don't breathe, don't get your attention.

The lenses of his glasses reflected a cold light, and his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly.

"My lord, the Jinchūriki of the Tailed Beasts are scattered, and the Five Great Nations are on high alert..."

Your fingertips lightly tapped on the hilt of the katana, each sound like the lingering echo of a death knell. Your gaze swept over the two of them, and suddenly a smirk appeared on your lips.

"If it were Ban, he could turn the five great nations into rivers of blood in just three days."

The air seemed to freeze.

Obito felt a strange sting; he could hear a kind of nostalgia in those words, as if the tyrannical Uchiha Madara you spoke of was some faded glory treasured in the past.

"When will Madara be reincarnated?" you suddenly asked, the chill in your voice fading slightly, replaced by a subtle urgency.

Dou immediately bowed and said, "Reporting to my lord, it will be on the battlefield three days from now."

After a moment of silence, moonlight pierced through the gaps in your cloak, illuminating the black curse mark spreading across your left cheek. The lines writhed slightly, as if responding to your emotions.

"Give me the locations of all the Tailed Beasts in three days."

Raise your hand and pull up the cloak hood; the shadows engulf your face, leaving only the Rinnegan glowing purple in the darkness.

"I'll come and catch them myself."

As the last word fell, your figure vanished like smoke, leaving only a wisp of bitter medicine carrying the scent of decay.

After a long silence, Obito suddenly turned around, grabbed Kabuto by the throat, and slammed him against the remains of the Divine Tree.

"Where did you dig this monster out of?!" His voice was low, but it couldn't hide the trembling of his fury. "Resume the Impure World Reincarnation immediately!"

Blood seeped from the corner of Dou's mouth, yet he smiled inexplicably.

“Cough cough… I really want to too.” Half of his glasses shattered, revealing his serpentine eyes trembling with excitement. “But from the moment she awoke, she was no longer under the control of the spell.”

Obito's fingers froze.

Out of control? How is that possible?

Obito released his grip and staggered back a step.

He suddenly remembered your last words before you left—"I'll take care of it myself."

It's not 'I'll help,' it's not 'go with the plan.'

It's as if the tailed beasts were never the goal, but rather a... reunion gift you gave to someone.

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"how so?"

Your fingers crumpled the intelligence scroll, the pages making a soft cracking sound in your palm.

Obito looked up at your back, his Sharingan beneath the mask twitching slightly.

He had never seen anyone utter such venomous words in such a calm tone.

"How come the tailed beasts are all sealed inside people?"

Your voice was soft, yet it was like a rusty kunai, slowly scraping open the ugliest scar in the ninja world.

Obito paused for a moment. "That's a Jinchuriki," he explained, deliberately lowering his voice. "It exists as a weapon and a vessel for the Tailed Beast."

"A stupid, terrible idea."

You suddenly laughed, and that laughter reminded Obito of the cold pool beneath the Naka Shrine, calm on the surface but filled with corpses deep within.

"I'm really curious—" you tilted your head, your black hair falling down and obscuring half an eye, "who was the first person to become a Jinchūriki?"

Obito's lips twitched slightly beneath his mask.

He thought of the blood spurting from Rin Nohara's chest, and of Kakashi's Lightning Blade piercing her heart. If it were the innocent boy Obito standing here now, he might have roared in agreement with her words.

But now he simply answered calmly, "She is Mito Uzumaki, the wife of the First Hokage, Hashirama. She is the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki."

For the first time, your expression changed. You loosened your arms, and the katana made a crisp clinking sound at your waist.

"It seems that a lot has changed in the ninja world since my death."

Your tone was calm, but Obito could feel the chakra in the air vibrating—not anger, but a deeper, almost sorrowful mockery.

Of course you see through the nature of Jinchuriki. Forcibly extracting the Tailed Beast would cause the host's death? What a ridiculous 'balance'.

To stuff disaster into the bodies of living people and call it a 'weapon'?

This is even more despicable than training young children to become assassins during the Warring States period; at least they openly admit their cruelty.

Although you've never approved of Madara's Eye of the Moon plan, at this moment, looking at this era that forges living people into weapons, you suddenly feel...

Perhaps these ants are better suited to living in a dream world.

At least there, they wouldn't torture each other in such a foolish way.

The crimson light of the signal flare exploded in the night sky, like a shattered eyeball.

The enemies of the Allied Shinobi Forces suddenly stopped attacking. They looked up at the blood-red trail, and the eyes of the reanimated Shinobi reflected an irresistible call.

Then, like a receding tide of corpses, they turned around and ran towards the location of the fourth battlefield.

“Yo yo yo, listen carefully to my flow—” Killer Bee’s finger was still on the edge of his sunglasses, the rap stuck in his throat.

Naruto's pupils contracted.

He sensed it; all the enemy's chakra was flowing in the same direction, as if being swallowed by an invisible vortex. Even more terrifying was…

In the spiritual world, the Nine Lamas curled up in a ball, even the tip of his tail was trembling.

"Stop singing!" Naruto grabbed Killer Bee's wrist. "Gaara is in danger!"

They had barely taken half a step when the air suddenly froze.

Someone was standing in front of them—no, not 'standing'.

Your toes are three inches off the ground, and the hem of your black robe moves without wind, like the wings of a raven. You can see black curse marks writhing under your skin through the cracks on your face. The most terrifying thing is your eyes.

Naruto's throat tightened. He had seen those eyes before, on Nagato, and on Madara.

But at this moment, the pressure from those eyes was like having a knife pointed at his throat, so that even swallowing would cut his trachea.

"The Jinchuriki of the Eight-Tails and Nine-Tails."

Your voice was soft, yet it caused Killer Bee's Eight-Tails chakra cloak to vanish instantly, and Gyuki issued a low, warning growl in the spiritual realm.

Don't move... This guy is a monster from the Warring States period.

Naruto frantically called out to Kurama in his mind, but all he got was dead silence. The usually arrogant fox was now playing dead like a kitten being choked by the scruff of its neck.

"Damn it! Where did this enemy come from?!" Naruto gritted his teeth, and the Sage Mode markings appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Your fingertips gently tap the hilt of the katana, tap, tap, tap.

“Go to the Allied Forces battlefield.” You raise your hand, and a jet-black Truth-Seeking Ball appears in your palm. “At least for now…”

The Seeking Truth Jewel split into twelve pieces, arranging them in a deathly ring around his body. "I will not make a move."

This is not advice, but an ultimatum.

Naruto felt a cold chakra wrap around his limbs, like the hands of countless dead people dragging him away.

Killer Bee pressed his shoulder and shook his head. The experienced Eight-Tails Jinchuriki had already seen through him: this was not an opponent he could confront head-on.

When your figure turned into black mist and dissipated, Naruto realized that his headband was soaked with cold sweat.

In the distance, more familiar chakra is converging on the fourth battlefield—the sand aura of Kakashi-sensei, Tsunade, and even Gaara…

The torrent of the entire Ninja World War is being forcibly twisted into a vortex by a pair of Rinnegan.

At the center of the vortex is the real Uchiha Madara, who is about to awaken.

At the same time, the entire battlefield began to shrink mysteriously.