Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

There will be extremely emotional descriptions, a slow pace, and a large number of characters. When Sasuke defected from Konoha, the Akatsuki organization will also appear. During the Konoha period, there will be daily scenes with Itachi, Shisui, and Sasuke. Shisui is still alive. Some of the dead characters will be resurrected. Nagi doing the gentlest things with a cold face is awesome!

There are too many spoilers, but the author is very confident about the third installment.

And then... I don't know what to write anymore. I hate you, wrong chapter! I'm going crazy!

I'm afraid of being punished for writing random things. One night I was writing a stream of consciousness, I wanted to fill in the gaps with the novel I had written before. It was so painful, I wanted to destroy it.

Continuing with the characters, Hinata Hatozaki is Hinata Neji's past life, a special setting in this book, intended to develop the romance storyline. The first playthrough is merely the catalyst, because judging from the data, it seems that people aren't very interested in Hatozaki.

Nagi's younger brother, Suku, Rei, and Shikaga Rin will all appear in the third playthrough, in a more reasonable way. Tobirama will also have a storyline to resolve the regrets of the first playthrough.

I'm just writing whatever comes to mind. I ate mushrooms.

There will also be a personal anime about so-called love and peace, getting to know the Showa era, and falling in love with the Showa era—a story that is half healing and half angst.

The third playthrough will also have an authoritative series, but it's not the kind of series like "Captive Love" or "King's Game," but rather a series that is painful upon painful.

You'll probably love it, right? It's only 500 words so far, and there are still 500 more to go before this flawed chapter ends. I'll really thank my past self, hahaha!

I need to figure out a way to pad the word count, what should I do? This is so difficult! I think I should write a thank-you letter from Nagi's perspective for the last chapter with the mistake, that would be a good idea!

If the next chapter solves this, how am I supposed to end this one?

Let's talk about Sasuke. After all, he's a well-known womanizer in Naruto. In the third installment, he saw Nagi as a contradictory, unattainable beauty, while Nagi saw Sasuke as a weak rival in love.

Sakura Haruno initially liked Sasuke, but was later moved by Nagi. Because Nagi has no memories, she will fall in love with the person who saves her, just like in the Showa era. However, Nagi's story will undergo a further development, namely the awakening of the Left Minister, and she will gradually lose all feelings for everyone.

In the third cycle, everyone fell in love with the emotionally detached Nagi. She was aloof and powerful, with an unyielding melancholy in her eyes. She was precocious at a young age, had a tragic personal history, and became an outcast in Konoha along with Naruto.

Two hundred words short, what should I write now?

Why did I get six wrong chapters in my first playthrough? It's a long story. It was my first time using Tomato and I didn't know how to split the book into two volumes, so I ended up posting six wrong chapters in a row. At the time, I didn't know I could contact customer service, so I missed the deadline for correction. I could only change the timer to 2049, thinking it would be fine once the story was finished.

However, Chapter 191, Dangerous Love (10), has not been approved because of the error chapter. So, in order to make the plot of Volume 2, the author can only mess around. Hahaha, I'm crazy. If it weren't for this reason, the error chapter would have been hidden forever. There are five more words.

To My Dearest Reader — Uchiha Nagi

I have never been good at expressing my feelings.

Silent, indifferent, and almost mechanically performing every task—that's me, a being whose even smile seems stiff.

In my world, emotions are superfluous, words are cumbersome, only power and purpose are worth pursuing.

But you stubbornly forced your way in.

I remember at the beginning, I was just a character created, walking in a predetermined plot, like a soulless puppet, until one day, I heard your voices.

"Nagi, with her poker face, is so handsome!"

"She is clearly very gentle, she just doesn't know how to express it."

"I really want to see her smile just once..."

Gentle? Me?

I looked down at my hands; my fingers, clenched with knives for years, were distinctly knuckled and stained with countless drops of blood.

How could someone like me possibly be associated with a word like "gentle"?

But you keep repeating it, as if you know me better than I know myself.

Gradually, I began to think of your expectations during the lulls in the fighting. Amidst the flashing swords, a thought would occasionally flash through my mind—what would you say if you saw this scene?

It's strange, even death didn't shake me.

But the thought that you might worry about me makes me unconsciously swing the knife even harder.

Later, I met Ban.

He was obsessive, crazy, and his eyes held a deep-seated obsession I couldn't understand. He said he loved me and was willing to tear through time and space for me, even if it meant being shattered to pieces, to find me.

What is love? Is it worth abandoning reason, dignity, and even one's self?

But when I stood before the spacetime rift, watching countless fragments of parallel worlds flash by, I suddenly saw you.

—To those of you who stay up all night to catch up on the latest chapters.

—You two argued and made up about your roles.

—To those of you who wrote long analyses in the comments section.

At that moment, I think I understood Ban's feelings a little better.

It turns out that there really are people who are willing to risk everything to pursue something simply because it "exists."

So, I did the most impulsive thing I've ever done.

I disassembled myself into countless chakra fragments, which were scattered in the cracks of various time and space.

Just so that I can leave a faint trace in every world, perhaps a gust of wind, perhaps a rain, or perhaps just a fleeting golden glimmer in the eyes of a certain character.

That way, you will never truly lose me.

Now, I stand at the end of time and space, watching you turn the pages of these stories. My fingers cannot cross the dimensional barrier, unable to wipe away anyone's tears, nor can they respond to anyone's expectations.

But please believe—

When the wind blows through your hair, it's like I'm caressing your cheek.

When raindrops fall into my palm, it's because I'm giving you a high five.

When Nagi smiles in the story, that's what I'm saying...

Thank you for seeing through my inner turmoil beneath my expressionless face. When Ban found this place, I was slowly dissipating in the space-time rift.

He knelt in the void, futilely grasping at my afterimage, his eyes filled with tears I had never seen before.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that we were all being saved by you.

"Thank you for giving me an existence that is more meaningful than eternity."

Author's note: Thank you to everyone who has cried and laughed for the characters. It is you who have given the two-dimensional characters a real soul. I hope that in some time and space, Nagi can truly hear your voices.

You are the ones who should be happy.

Chapter 80·Demigod

You stepped into the rain again and headed out of the village.

We arrived at an abandoned temple. The temple walls were covered with moss and overgrown with weeds, but it was very well hidden.

"Let's hide here for now and wait until things calm down," you said, gathering some dry firewood and starting a fire.

Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan sat around the fire, the chill gradually fading from their bodies. They began to discuss the future of the Akatsuki organization and the lessons learned from this incident.

"Hanzo's actions this time serve as a warning; we must be even more careful." Nagato's eyes revealed a firm resolve.

Yahiko nodded. "We can't continue to be so passive. To realize our ideals, we need to have stronger power."

Xiao Nan looked at them and asked softly, "But how can we become stronger?"

As you listen to their discussion, you suddenly interject, "Power doesn't come from nowhere; you need to have your own beliefs and direction."

The three people looked at you with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

You continued, "Why did you form the Akatsuki organization? Was it merely to survive in this chaotic world?"

Yahiko pondered for a moment, "We are here to bring peace to this world filled with war and suffering, so that people will no longer suffer."

You smiled and said, "That's a good reason, but what about your methods? Just talking about it won't do."

Nagato lowered his head. He knew you were right. Since its founding, Akatsuki had been working hard, but it had never found a true path to peace.

“Perhaps we need more intelligence to understand the truth of this world in order to find the right direction,” Nagato replied.

You stand up, walk to the door, and look at the rain outside. "Intelligence? That's a good starting point. However, obtaining intelligence is not an easy task; you need sufficient strength and wisdom."

Xiao Nan walked up to you and asked, "Is something on your mind?"

You turn around and look at the three of them. "I can help you, but you have to agree to one condition."

"What are the conditions?" Yahiko asked.

"I want to become the person behind the Akatsuki."

The three exchanged a glance, each harboring some hesitation.

The members of Akatsuki are all rigorously selected, and they know too little about you to know if you are truly trustworthy.

"Why do you want to join us?" Nagato asked with some suspicion.

You cross your arms and say, "Like I said, I just want to have some fun. This world is so boring, and I think your organization might be able to give me some different experiences."

"Furthermore, I also want to see if you can actually realize your dreams."

Yahiko thought for a moment, "Okay, we agree, but you must remember that once you join Akatsuki, you cannot betray us."

"Don't worry, I have no interest in betrayal."

"What's your name? I'm Konan, this is Yahiko, the leader of Akatsuki, and this is Nagato," Konan introduced you.

"A name?" You couldn't help but laugh at the thought of how righteous you were.

"Hahaha!"

The three exchanged a glance; they had long noticed that this guy seemed to be a little mentally unstable.

"You can call me Uchiha Nagi, or you can call me Tanuki." After you've had your fill of laughter, you finally answer Konan's question.

"Uchiha?" Nagato was somewhat surprised.

You cancel the eye disguise, revealing the Mangekyou Sharingan.

"Are you from Konoha?" Yahiko remembered that the Uchiha clan seemed to be from Konoha.

"No! I'm from Madara! Wherever he is, that's where I am!" You suddenly miss Ban terribly and pace anxiously.

"Who is that?" Xiao Nan asked, somewhat puzzled.

Seeing that you were lost in your own thoughts, Nagato answered her, "The Uchiha ancestor who once fought against the First Hokage at the Valley of the End was named Madara."

"So, what's wrong with her?" Yahiko asked curiously.

Nagato honestly shook his head. "I don't know, but she should have no connection with Konoha. As far as I know, Madara is a rogue ninja of Konoha."

Yahiko, Konan:......

You were dressed in large black cloaks, carefully moving through the narrow streets and alleys, raindrops pattering on your cloaks.

"What! You want 1000 for a bowl of noodles? Do you even want to...?" Your angry voice suddenly broke the silence of the street.

You stand in front of a simple noodle stall, your slender finger pointing at the stall owner, your cheeks slightly flushed with anger.

The stall owner, however, remained indifferent, seemingly accustomed to such scenes, though a barely perceptible hint of fear flickered in his eyes.

Before you could finish speaking, Nagato quickly stepped forward, covered your mouth with one hand, and forcefully pulled you away from the noodle stall with the other.

"What are you doing!" You forcefully broke free from Nagato's hand, glaring at him angrily, your chest heaving violently, clearly annoyed by this sudden obstruction.

Xiao Nan frowned slightly, her eyes darkening. "It's wartime now, food is scarce, and some people are taking advantage of the war to make a living." Her voice was soft but tinged with helplessness.

Upon hearing Xiao Nan's explanation, you were immediately speechless.

Looking around, I noticed the emaciated villagers on the street, their eyes vacant, seemingly indifferent to everything around them.

The houses along the street were dilapidated, their walls bearing the marks of time and war.

At this moment, you truly felt the deep-seated darkness and despair of Amegakure.

"I'm going to kill that beast Hanzo!" You clenched your fists, your eyes burning with fury. You took a step forward, but Yahiko stopped you.

"You're going to your death!" Yahiko's voice was low and serious, his eyes revealing his concern for you.

You look at them with a puzzled expression, "Don't you hate that guy?"

"Of course we hate him, but Hanzo is known as a demigod in the ninja world, and we cannot rashly risk our lives as a price." Nagato gazed into the distance with deep eyes and said slowly.

"Are demigods in the ninja world very strong?"

The three of them exchanged glances, sized you up, and realized that you didn't seem to be joking. It seemed you really didn't know how powerful Hanzo was.

"Hanzo clashed with the legendary Sannin during World War II, and his strength is undeniable!" Yahiko patiently explained, trying to make you understand how powerful the enemy you were facing was.

"That powerful? Then who's stronger, him or Uchiha Madara?" Your eyes sparkled with curiosity, completely unaware of how absurd the question was.