Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

The samurai sword in his hand pierced his heart without mercy. In that instant, time seemed to stand still, and everything became silent.

Hanzo's body stiffened instantly, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He couldn't believe that he, a powerful figure known as a demigod in the ninja world, would be defeated by an unknown Uchiha ninja.

The long sword in your hand disappeared, and you slowly turned back to look at them. "I did it."

The rain continued to fall softly, as if weeping for the fierce battle. The air was filled with the stench of blood, which mingled with the freshness of the rain, creating a unique atmosphere.

"That's really amazing..." Nagato couldn't help but exclaim.

“If it weren’t for you, we don’t know how much longer we would have lived in Hanzo’s shadow.” Yahiko looked at you.

Xiao Nan stepped forward and gently took your hand. "Thank you for giving us hope."

You smiled slightly, "We're partners! Aren't we?"

Your figures faded into the distance in the rain, leaving behind Hanzo's cold corpse and a chaotic Rain Village.

The wind gradually picked up, carrying away the stench of blood, but it could not dispel the faith in your hearts.

You stand on high ground, looking down at this land that has just experienced turmoil.

With Hanzo dead, the gloom that once loomed over Amegakure has dissipated, but it has left behind a mess riddled with problems.

Yahiko stepped forward and became the leader of Amegakure, his figure moving throughout the village.

With his wisdom, Nagato buried himself in his books, drafting one postwar recovery policy after another, each stroke of his pen reflecting his hope for the rebirth of Amegakure.

The Akatsuki's base also quietly took root here, like a new sprout growing from the ruins, fragile yet full of hope.

Days passed quietly amidst the hustle and bustle, and Rain Village gradually came to life.

Yahiko, in the name of the leader, declared that the Land of Rain was withdrawing from the Third World War. His voice echoed throughout every corner of the village, as if announcing the arrival of a new era.

Meanwhile, Nagato's policies were being implemented steadily, with people working in the fields and houses gradually coming back to life as they were repaired.

You and Xiao Nan travel together, the bamboo slips in your hands recording information about the refugees, but your thoughts are focused on every inch of suffering and hope in this land.

They carefully tallied the number of people and their needs, and cautiously allocated their limited resources, all to bring a sliver of warmth to these people who had suffered through war.

"Look, there's light in their eyes," Xiao Nan said softly, her gaze falling on the refugees who were giving thanks with tears in their eyes after receiving the supplies.

Looking at those hopeful faces, you are deeply moved. "This may be the true meaning of peace."

Konan, with a smile, linked her arm with yours and said, "I heard from Nagato that the organization's uniforms have already been designed. Let's go take a look together."

Upon hearing this, your eyes suddenly lit up, filled with curiosity and anticipation.

The red auspicious cloud pattern on the black robe is so lifelike that you can't wait to put it on and stand in front of the mirror to examine it carefully.

"Not bad at all!" you couldn't help but exclaim, liking it more and more the more you looked at it.

Konan, now dressed in her Akatsuki robes, walked over. "Yes, our Akatsuki organization finally has a unified uniform."

Although there are only four of you in the Akatsuki organization at present, she firmly believes that many more people will join in the future.

As you sat together at night, the firelight illuminated your young yet weary faces.

"I never imagined there would be such a heartwarming moment." Nagato's voice broke the silence, her eyes filled with emotion.

Yahiko nodded with a smile, a smile that showed both contentment with the present and anticipation for the future.

But amidst this warmth, you raise your head and gaze at the fine rain, saying, "I'm leaving."

The atmosphere suddenly became silent, with only the occasional crackling of the campfire and the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

Xiao Nan cried silently to herself, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with reluctance and pain.

Although Yahiko and Nagato are not as sentimental as Konan, they are also saddened by your impending departure, knowing that they cannot change your mind.

You turn your head and see Xiao Nan crying. Gently wipe away the tears on her face.

"It's not that I'm not coming back, it's just that I still have a mission to complete. With you all here, Amegakure will definitely become better. This is where the dream began, and I will carry this feeling with me as I move forward."

Hearing the words of comfort, Xiao Nan could no longer hold back and hugged your shoulders, bursting into tears.

The rain grew heavier, and the raindrops pattered against the roof.

I guess I've had too many things happen to me lately, and I can finally get a good night's sleep.

You can feel yourself falling, but you can never reach the bottom.

"Showa, don't use my body for some inexplicable things."

A cold female voice pierced the darkness, and you suddenly opened your eyes to see two 'selves' facing off.

The one on the left is Uchiha Nagi, one half of the Hannya. His black robes billowed, the tomoe in his Rinnegan slowly rotated, and his left cheek was covered with black, root-like curse marks.

She exuded a suffocating aura, and even the darkness twisted and retreated at her feet.

The woman on the right is Uchiha Showa, the other half of Hannya. Her white hair is like snow, she walks barefoot in the void, her wrists and ankles are wrapped with bells, she laughs madly and beautifully, and she plays with a strand of hair on her fingertips.

"If you hadn't forcibly torn through space and time, how could my true form have suffered such severe damage?"

Showa suddenly punched Nagi between the eyebrows with a dull thud, making you clutch your forehead in pain.

“I have no intention of being tied to you.” Nagi’s tone remained indifferent, as if stating a trivial fact.

"Ha, you're truly shameless." Showa sneered, his tone suddenly sharp. "Having inherited the power of the 'Double-Headed Hannya,' you still want to claim all the benefits? It's utterly absurd!"

“This is my body,” Nagi replied simply.

—This sentence completely broke Showa's defenses.

"So what if I gave you something great?!" She suddenly moved closer to Nagi's face, her pupils contracting, her lips twisting into an almost ferocious smile. "You still died at Black Zetsu's hands, just like me!"

Thinking of Nagi's cause of death, Showa suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. The laughter echoed in the darkness, like countless shards of glass scraping against his ears, piercing and insane.

Nagi knew that Showa was a complete madman, so she simply closed her eyes and ignored her.

After laughing his fill, Showa suddenly turned his head and stared intently at a certain spot in the darkness—

"How much longer are you going to eavesdrop, Nagi~"

Nagi glanced at her coldly, but said nothing.

And you, the "you" of today, emerge from the darkness and greet us generously, "Incredible! We can meet each other in our dreams."

Showa shrugged, his tone flippant, "That's normal, isn't it? She and I are both your incarnations."

You frowned, glaring at her defiantly, "By the way, even though I share the same name as this expressionless woman, why do you call me Nagi!"

Upon hearing this, Showa laughed even more maliciously, and even deliberately raised his chin in Nagi's direction, "Tsk, you are her eternal sixteen years old now."

She paused, then added, "Although I don't like you, I agree with the nickname you gave her, 'expressionless.'"

Nagi remained with her eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to everything. You, however, keenly caught the key phrase and suddenly became alert: "What does 'eternal sixteen' mean?"

Showa's smile suddenly took on a meaningful tone; she tilted her head, her white hair slipping down her shoulder, like some malevolent ghost—

"Oh dear, haven't you noticed yet?"

"You're already dead."

The dream suddenly twisted, and darkness swallowed everything.

Chapter 82 Sweet Words

On the battlefield of Kannabi Bridge, filled with the smell of gunpowder and death, broken walls and ruins were everywhere, the land was stained dark red with blood, and the pungent smell of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder permeated the air.

Broken rocks and fallen trees lay scattered haphazardly, as if telling the story of the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

Madara Uchiha and Black Zetsu traversed the ruins. Madara's tall and imposing figure appeared particularly cold and stern in the dim light. Despite his advanced age, the powerful aura emanating from him still commanded respect.

Black Zetsu followed Madara closely like a fleeting shadow, his figure appearing somewhat ethereal, as if he might merge into the dark environment at any moment.

Just as they were about to take away the heavily injured and dying Obito, Madara suddenly felt a hand tightly grab his calf.

He looked down and saw a figure lying in the mud. It was a young girl, her body covered in wounds and dust, her clothes tattered.

But those eyes were exceptionally beautiful, especially the Mangekyou Sharingan, the red pupils struggling for their last glimmer of light on this dark battlefield.

"So he's also a junior member of the Uchiha clan?" Madara's voice was deep and hoarse, tinged with doubt and surprise.

At this moment, you accept that you are the incarnation of Uchiha Nagi and Uchiha Showa.

Your consciousness is somewhat blurred due to your severe injuries. The scene before you seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and you can't see the faces of the people in front of you. You only feel the pain in your body surging like a tide, and the breath of life is slowly slipping away.

The will to survive made you use your last bit of strength to whisper, "Save me."

The faint sound seemed especially desolate on the silent battlefield.

A strong will to survive seemed to touch a chord deep within Ban, arousing his keen interest.

What kind of story and power is hidden behind these Mangekyou Sharingan?

"Lord Madara, this girl doesn't seem to have anything to do with our plan!" Black Zetsu's voice rang out from the side, trying to dissuade Madara from his actions.

In its view, the mission was to take Obito away, and this suddenly appearing girl was undoubtedly an unexpected factor that might bring unnecessary trouble to their plans.

Ban raised his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and unruliness. "He's just a junior, so what?" He slowly squatted down and carefully carried you on his back.

Although Madara was nearly a hundred years old and his body was no longer as strong and powerful as it used to be, his movements were exceptionally gentle at this moment.

When the girl leaned against his back, Ban realized that she was lighter than he had imagined, and a pang of pity welled up in his heart.

War makes so many vibrant lives so fragile and vulnerable, which makes Ban even more disgusted with this endless war.

Seeing that Madara was determined to take the girl away, Black Zetsu, though still having reservations, dared not say anything more and could only silently accept the decision.

You struggle in your coma, and blurry images appear in your mind, a mixture of Showa-era memories and Nagi's past.

You witnessed the darkness and despair of the Showa era and Nagi, and you also felt the past glory and present vicissitudes of the Uchiha clan.

It not only unlocks the hidden wellspring of power within your heart, but also burdens you with the heavy shackles of fate.

After an unknown amount of time, you finally slowly woke up.

Your eyes revealed a hint of confusion and wariness as you looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

"You're awake." Madara noticed the girl's movement, turned around, and his eyes revealed a hint of scrutiny.

"Who are you? Where is this? Why am I here?" you asked in a series of questions, your voice trembling and weak.

The old man slowly walked to your side, squatted down, and looked into your eyes. "I am Uchiha Madara. You are a junior member of the Uchiha clan. I saw you were seriously injured on the battlefield, so I brought you back. This is a safe place, at least temporarily away from the hustle and bustle of war."

"Uchiha Madara?" From Nagi's stoic memories, you are excited and obsessed with this name.

In your loss of will to live, you developed a deep love for Ban, placing almost all your emotions on the old man in front of you.

Is this a destined encounter?

If I could travel through time and only say one sentence to the person I want to see, it would be, "I love you!"

You subconsciously voiced your deepest obsession.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you brat!" Madara seriously suspected that the girl might have injured her brain.

Feeling a large hand stroking your forehead, you feel an unreal, tearful sensation.

Ban was speechless. The girl first said "I love you" out of nowhere, and then started crying. Anyone who didn't know better would think that this was some kind of emotional debt he owed.

The more you wiped away your tears, the more they flowed. Afraid that Ban would find it offensive, you wiped them dry with your sleeve, wrapped your arms around his neck, and nestled in his embrace.

Sensing no malice, Madara attributed the girl's strange behavior to a side effect of activating the Kaleidoscope: she would develop an extremely strong dependence on the first person she saw upon waking.

You adjusted to the surrounding light, then tried moving your body a bit, and were pleasantly surprised to find that your body recovered extremely quickly and you were already able to move normally.

Just then, the unique figures of Black Zetsu and White Zetsu appeared before you.

"Hey, little girl, you woke up pretty quickly." Bai Jue's voice rang out in a sarcastic tone.

You glanced at them but didn't say anything.

Black Zetsu, meanwhile, was looking you up and down, his eyes full of inquiry.

Not long after, Madara Uchiha also came over. "Kid, what's your name?"

"Uchiha Nagi." You looked directly into Madara's eyes without fear, your gaze firm and unwavering.

Seeing your boldness, Ban couldn't help but ask curiously, "Aren't you afraid of me?" After all, he had scared many children to tears when he was young.

"Why should I be afraid?" you answered confidently, your voice clear and loud.

This answer surprised Ban, but a strange sense of pleasure welled up inside him.

"Next question, what's wrong with your eyes?" Madara Uchiha asked immediately, his gaze fixed on your Mangekyou Sharingan.