Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

It thought it had shaken them off, but just as it turned the corner—

At the end of the road, two tall, slender figures stood quietly.

Madara crossed his arms, his Sharingan glowing crimson in the darkness, while you slowly raised your hand, a cruel, almost gleeful smile playing on your lips. "Have you run enough?"

Ban suddenly straightened up, the clanging of his armor particularly jarring in the confined space.

He reached out and placed his hand on Nagi's shoulder, the movement so practiced it seemed he'd done it a thousand times. "Let me do it?"

You glanced at him sideways, "Are you sure you won't mess things up like last time?"

Ban's eyes narrowed dangerously. "That was an accident."

Fear finally overwhelmed Black Zetsu's reason, and it let out a scream that was not human, "You don't understand at all! Mother, she..."

The moment the golden katana pierced the shadow, your Rinnegan shone with a terrifying light. "These words..."

Madara's blue Susanoo attacked simultaneously, its chakra blades pinning Black Zetsu to the rock wall. "...Go to the Pure Land and tell the old man of the Six Paths."

The ground began to collapse.

When the two reappeared on the battlefield, the allied forces were in complete disarray.

Hashirama was yelling at Tobirama, "They must have gone to kill Black Zetsu! I knew that thing was suspicious!"

Madara picked at his ear as if annoyed by the noise, "Still so noisy, Hashirama."

You looked at Sasuke, who was standing there dumbfounded, and suddenly raised your hand and threw something at him.

The boy instinctively caught it; it was a notebook containing six forbidden techniques.

"A greeting gift." After saying that, you turned and walked towards Madara. "Don't waste the chakra of Indra's reincarnation."

Sasuke gripped the scroll tightly, while Itachi stood behind him, his expression so complex it was hard to decipher.

Ban clicked his tongue in annoyance, then put his arm around your waist. "Let's go."

Two figures vanished before everyone's eyes, leaving behind only a battlefield in ruins and a group of dumbfounded ninjas.

Hashirama suddenly laughed out loud, "As expected..." He looked in the direction where you disappeared, his eyes filled with longing, "Still the same as always."

The wind swept across the battlefield, carrying withered leaves, as if mocking this ephemeral ninja war that started strong but ended weakly.

Meanwhile, in a remote valley, two Susanoo were clashing under the moonlight, their swords flashing amidst the unrestrained laughter of one and the disdainful snort of the other.

Just like a thousand years ago.

Chapter 79 Bread

The battlefield was filled with smoke and a pungent smell permeated every inch of the air, with shouts of battle and screams of agony mingling together.

You observe the fierce battle between Iwagakure and Konoha with a grave expression, watching the ninjas on both sides continuously unleash various deadly ninjutsu, their sharp weapons gleaming coldly in the sunlight, ruthlessly reaping lives.

To avoid attracting attention, you quickly transformed your Sharingan into an ordinary form, cleverly disguising yourself as an ordinary ninja on the battlefield.

He moved cautiously through the chaotic battlefield, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings, not missing any potentially valuable details or any potential intelligence clues.

Finally, this fierce battle gradually came to an end.

The battlefield was deathly silent, with only corpses lying scattered about and the strong smell of blood permeating the air.

You let out a long sigh, utterly exhausted, and collapsed to the ground, looking no different from the corpses around you.

Just as you closed your eyes to rest, another Iwagakure ninja suddenly collapsed beside you, on the verge of death.

You instinctively turn your head to look, and see that the ninja's lips are cracked, his eyes are lifeless but he is staring intently at you, and he is muttering something from time to time.

A small figure slowly approaches. Upon closer inspection, you realize it's a child with two deep tear troughs on his face and a stern expression, yet his youthful face cannot conceal his precocious nature.

Based on the senses of his bloodline limit, you know he is a child of the Uchiha clan.

He looked at the dying Iwagakure ninja in front of him and felt a pang of pity.

He gently crouched down, carefully picked up the water cup, and slowly fed the water to the ninja's lips.

You observe this scene with great interest, your gaze fixed on the child.

He seemed to notice your gaze and assumed you were thirsty too, so he stood up, picked up a bottle of water, and tried to walk towards you.

The Iwagakure ninja, who had just been on the verge of death and being fed water by the child, suddenly had a fierce glint in his eyes. He used his last bit of strength to launch a sudden attack, aiming directly at the unsuspecting child.

In the blink of an eye, you realized what was happening.

You leap up from the ground, grab the samurai sword next to the corpse, and pounce on the Iwagakure ninja.

The katana in his hand flashed a cold light in the sunlight, precisely piercing the vital point of the Iwagakure ninja.

The Iwagakure ninja stared wide-eyed, seemingly unable to believe that his attack had been so easily neutralized, before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

He stood there blankly, his hand still tightly gripping the kunai he had prepared for defense.

You stopped pretending to be a corpse, and his eyes stared at you intently, filled with doubt and surprise.

For him, encountering someone lying on the battlefield pretending to be dead was a first in his life.

Although he didn't understand why you were doing this, out of politeness and respect for the unknown, he didn't ask any further questions.

After standing up, you looked around and realized that the battlefield was still fraught with danger. You couldn't bear to see a child alone here.

So, before the child could react, you took him to a relatively safe place.

"Child, what are you doing on the battlefield?"

He pursed his lips slightly, a hint of wariness in his eyes, and did not answer your question.

When you see that the child is not speaking, you assume that he has something difficult to say or that he has a physical disability that makes it inconvenient for him to speak, so you quickly apologize, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

Hearing this, he was filled with doubt, but he still said, "He's not mute."

Your expression stiffened for a moment, and you tried to ease the awkward atmosphere, "What's your name?"

He remains silent about whether you are friend or foe.

Just then, you suddenly flipped your hand over, revealing three brightly colored, uniquely shaped candies in your palm. "Tell me who you are, and these are yours."

But before he could speak, you suddenly noticed that many people were walking towards you.

Based on the unique bloodline connection of the Uchiha clan, you know that these people should all be members of the Uchiha clan, and they must be looking for this child.

You didn't want to reveal your identity in front of so many people, so you quickly stuffed the candy in your hand into his palm, saying, "Don't tell anyone you've seen me before!"

After saying that, you used ninjutsu and instantly disappeared from the spot.

Itachi clutched the candy tightly in his hand, staring in the direction you disappeared, muttering to himself, "One against seven..."

Just then, Fugaku Uchiha arrived in a hurry with a group of his clansmen.

He spotted Uchiha Itachi standing there immediately and rushed over, asking with concern, "You were fighting seven people at once, are you alright?"

Afterwards, the clansmen gathered around and showed concern for Weasel.

The weasel simply stood there quietly, silently clutching the candy in his hand.

He chose not to mention the strange person he had just encountered, burying the secret deep in his heart.

You foresee that an organization seems to have been established around this time, somewhere in the Land of Rain. You wonder if you will be able to encounter them.

Having wandered for a full half month, enduring wind and rain and sleeping in the open has become the norm along the way. Finally, you have set foot in the land of rain.

The Land of Rain is shrouded in drizzle all year round, and the air is filled with dampness and oppression.

Following a group of refugees, we slowly arrived at a certain street.

There's a mixed atmosphere here—sadness, helplessness, and a faint hope for life.

Simple tents and tattered bedding were scattered about, serving as temporary refugees for the refugees.

You found a secluded corner, squatted there, and silently observed the actions of the people around you.

A red-haired boy patted his two companions on the shoulder, his sharp eyes fixed on where you were.

Just as you are about to take action, your view is suddenly blocked.

A blue-haired girl appears in front of you, quietly holding half a piece of bread in her hand.

You hesitated for a moment, looking into the girl's clear eyes, which were filled with a hint of pity, before finally reaching out and taking the half-bread.

"Thank you..." Your voice was a little hoarse, carrying the awkwardness of not having spoken to anyone for a long time.

The girl glanced at you, said nothing, turned and left, returning to the crowd.

You took a bite of the hard bread, the rough texture spreading in your mouth, but you couldn't help but look down and laugh out loud, "I've found you."

For several days in a row, the blue-haired girl would bring you some food. Although you couldn't eat your fill, at least you wouldn't starve.

You waited from the first light of dawn until the sun began to set, and as dusk approached, the familiar figure still hadn't appeared. "Strange, is there no free lunch today?"

Hanzo, the leader of Amegakure, felt increasingly uneasy after receiving a secret letter from Danzo Shimura, as the Akatsuki's influence spread like wildfire across the land.

He decided he could no longer stand idly by and meticulously devised a trap in an attempt to eliminate this potential threat in one fell swoop.

Hanzo's invitation was delivered to Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan, and the wording was sincere, as if he wanted to resolve the issue peacefully.

Despite their doubts, the three decided to keep the appointment for the sake of the organization's future and the suffering civilians of Amegakure.

As they stepped into the seemingly ordinary house, a chilling atmosphere immediately enveloped them.

Hanzo was hidden in the shadows, surrounded by a large number of elite troops that he had already arranged. He was just waiting for a command to overwhelm the three young men.

At the negotiating table, Hanzo gave them no chance to breathe, his powerful aura instantly suppressing the situation.

Immediately afterwards, Konan was brought out of the side room by two ninjas. She had several bruises on her face, clearly indicating that she had been tortured after being captured.

Hanzo spoke coldly, his voice as piercing as ice, "Nagato, if you want to save this girl and your own life, kill Yahiko. Otherwise, you will all die here."

Yahiko looked at Konan, who was being held hostage, and then at the pain and struggle in Nagato's eyes. He had already made up his mind.

He knew that Nagato's Rinnegan was the hope for changing the world, and he was willing to become the cornerstone of protecting that hope.

He slowly closed his eyes, his expression resolute, and charged towards the kunai in Nagato's hand.

At the critical moment, a rock, like a shooting star from the sky, struck Yahiko precisely on the calf.

Yahiko cried out in pain, his body leaned forward, and he fell to the ground, unexpectedly avoiding the fatal blow.

Nagato was startled by this sudden turn of events, and the kunai in his hand fell to the ground. He instinctively rushed forward and helped Yahiko up, his eyes filled with relief and lingering fear at surviving such a close call.

This unexpected situation enraged Hanzo, and the murderous intent in his eyes intensified. His original plan was disrupted, and he no longer wanted to negotiate; he only wanted to kill these brats who had made him lose face.

Just as he was about to order the attack, the ninja holding Konan hostage suddenly seemed to be struck by an invisible force, and his body uncontrollably released his grip.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Konan broke free from her restraints and quickly ran to Yahiko and Nagato's side.

The three stood back to back, warily watching the enemies around them. Although their hearts were filled with despair, they were also incredibly curious about this sudden help.

Hanzo also noticed something was wrong. He looked around and shouted, "What kind of rat are you hiding here!" His voice echoed in the empty room, carrying a hint of exasperation.

As his words fell, your figure descended from the sky, landing lightly in front of Xiao Nan.

Rainwater slid down her hair, washing away the dirt from her face and revealing a delicate and beautiful face.

Everyone was stunned by your sudden appearance. Xiao Nan stared wide-eyed in surprise, "It's you..." She thought of the refugees she had been silently taking care of, and she never expected you to appear at this crucial moment.

Hanzo was not affected by this surprise. His eyes flashed with a fierce light. In his view, anyone who ruined his plans had to die.

Just as he was about to give the order to attack, you raised your left hand high and said, "Everyone, let's play a game, three, two, one, freeze! Whoever moves has to dance!"

Upon hearing this, the ninjas present exchanged bewildered glances, thinking they had misheard.

But in an instant, a strange power enveloped them, except for Xiao Nan and the other two.

The other people's bodies began to move uncontrollably.

Their faces were filled with fear and confusion, but their hands and feet moved like puppets controlled by strings, performing all sorts of bizarre dances.

You look at the chaotic scene and laugh wildly, your laughter echoing throughout the room, completely ignoring the danger before you.

Hanzo was forced to dance, but his heart was filled with dread for you.

The ability to control so many people so easily is unheard of; if left unchecked, it will surely become a major threat in the future.

The ninjas realized something was wrong and started cursing and threatening you to dispel the strange spell.

But you patted the three people beside you who were still in a daze, "Stop spacing out, let's go!"

The three of them came to their senses, their gazes and expressions unreadable, but they also knew that this was not the time to press for answers.