Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

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Kakashi and Itachi stood not far away, watching you kneel on the ground, holding the dead boy and weeping uncontrollably, your thin shoulders trembling violently, a sight that pierced their hearts.

They longed to rush forward, embrace you, soothe your pain, and wipe away your tears.

The search by the Iwagakure ninjas is getting closer and closer; we can't delay any longer.

Taking advantage of your complete grieving, extremely unstable emotions, and lowest level of vigilance, Uchiha Itachi acted almost without hesitation.

His crimson Sharingan instantly transformed into the Mangekyou Sharingan. He looked at you, his voice deep and carrying an irresistible power, "Nagi, look into my eyes."

You subconsciously looked up and met those spinning crimson eyes. A powerful illusion instantly invaded your mental world, isolating you from all external perception.

This time, Kakashi was faster than Itachi. He arrived in an instant and caught you firmly in his arms before you fell to the ground.

Kakashi carefully adjusted his posture so that you could lean against his chest in a relatively comfortable position.

Itachi glanced at you in Kakashi's arms, then at Kabuto's body on the ground, his expression complex. The two exchanged a look, needing no words, both understanding that this was not a place to linger.

Kakashi scooped you up in his arms, with Itachi close behind, and they quickly disappeared into the thick darkness and shadows of the stone forest.

Shortly after you left, the Iwagakure ninja arrived at the scene, only to find cold corpses and lingering sorrow and chakra remnants in the air.

Amidst the chaos, a tall, slender figure appeared silently beside Yakushi Kabuto's corpse.

The moonlight stretched the person's shadow long, enveloping Dou's cold body.

The man looked down at the gray-haired boy's peaceful yet regretful face, a slowly intrigued smile curving his lips. His deep voice echoed softly in the quiet night breeze, "How interesting!"

The world of Tsukuyomi is a boundless void.

There was no light, no sound, no touch, only eternal silence and emptiness.

In the deepest recesses of this consciousness, a sharp, frenzied female voice ripped through the deathly silence.

"The power of the Right Chancellor has already been given to you! So what if the world's consciousness rejects it?!" The voice carried a kind of world-destroying madness and unwillingness, as if it wanted to break through some kind of invisible restraint.

"Then resist with this power to the very end! What Sharingan curse! That's nothing but a self-imposed prison you've built for yourself! Resist! Uchiha Nagi!!"

The final roar, like a final judgment, carried a bloody despair and a sliver of... almost tearful hope.

"Go save your brother! Go find your love! Go save the ninja world you desire! Don't end up like me... only able to live in the memories of the past."

You know perfectly well that you're currently in Itachi Uchiha's Tsukuyomi world to forcibly pull yourself back from the brink of collapse, but what's with this other woman's insane ramblings echoing in your ears?

"Who are you?" Your voice was exceptionally clear in this void, carrying its usual coldness, yet also a hint of inquiry. "What is the Right Chancellor?"

A brief silence followed, as if the owner of the voice was also scrutinizing you, before a contemptuous laugh, tinged with endless sorrow, rang out.

"How pathetic that you've forgotten the other half of me."

The woman's tone carried an almost cruel mockery, "But now you are whole again, He really did not hesitate to seal your memories."

Half a body? Sealed memories? Your brow furrows slightly; she may know the root of all your doubts and secrets.

Those inexplicable feelings of alienation from the world, the eyes that can glimpse a fragmented future, the Sharingan deeply ingrained in your blood and known as a curse... the answer seems to be right before your eyes.

"I am Uchiha Showa, the stoic Nagi. This is our last meeting." Showa's voice suddenly became clear and firm, as if he had made a decision. "I'll help you one last time. I hope He won't thank me too much!"

Chapter 283 - Locked Affection (5)

Unlike the gentle flow of chakra, and even more unlike the cold and sorrowful power of the Sharingan.

This force, filled with a savage desire for destruction and a rebellious will, scorches your meridians and assaults your soul.

"Ugh—!" The intense pain made you arch your body involuntarily, as if every inch of your flesh was being torn apart and reassembled.

“It’s so boring to always have the Left Prime Minister controlling emotions,” Showa’s voice trembled with excitement. “Living is about being a little crazy, that’s what makes it fun, hahahaha!”

She felt a twisted pleasure at the thought of the turmoil stirred up by the Right Chancellor's power, and how it would affect the love and hate entanglements that Indra's chakra reincarnations had always brought about.

You can clearly sense that Showa had no ill intentions towards you, and there was even a twisted protection that stemmed from the same origin.

But this force itself, along with Showa's excitement at the prospect of chaos, gives rise to a strange sense of foreboding.

Like a double-edged sword, it gives you the possibility of breaking free from your shackles, while also tempting you towards the abyss of losing control.

Kakashi held you in his arms, who had fallen into silence due to Tsukuyomi. He felt your body trembling slightly and your body temperature suddenly becoming somewhat hot, and he was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Itachi also noticed the abnormality; his Tsukuyomi seemed to be being attacked from within by a force filled with a rebellious will.

"Her chakra... is strange," Kakashi murmured, involuntarily tightening his arms around you, holding you even closer, a secret possessive feeling stirring within him.

No matter what you become or what power you possess, he can't let go.

Itachi remained silent, his Sharingan fixed on you. He used Tsukuyomi to protect you, to temporarily pull you out of the vortex of sorrow.

But now, he seems to have inadvertently triggered a more dangerous switch within you. This unknown makes him feel uneasy, but it also deepens his desire to explore you.

He wants to know everything about you, including all your secrets and darkness.

As the awakening of power gradually subsides, you slowly open your eyes. Deep within your dark pupils, it seems as if countless fragments of madness and reason have settled. You gently raise your hand, and an invisible spatial force flows through your fingertips.

Uchiha Showa's voice had become extremely weak, tinged with a sigh of satisfaction, "Farewell! Uchiha Nagi..."

The sound completely disappeared.

Standing there, you suddenly remembered Kabuto's death, the pain of helplessness; you remembered Nono's last words; you remembered Sakura's warm embrace.

The world of Tsukuyomi begins to crumble.

The light of reality returned to my eyes.

Itachi Uchiha had been closely monitoring your condition, and almost immediately his eyes met yours as you opened them, causing his heart to skip a beat.

You didn't act immediately. First, you looked up and your gaze fell on Kakashi's well-defined jawline.

The way he held you was still filled with a careful and cherished feeling, as if he was afraid of disturbing anything.

You can feel his steady heartbeat and the masculine scent emanating from his clothes.

"I'm awake." Your voice was slightly hoarse, typical of someone just waking up.

The sudden sound made Kakashi freeze. He hurriedly released his arm and gently put you down on the ground, his movements even carrying a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment.

The cheeks under the mask began to burn uncontrollably, a mix of guilt at being caught and secret excitement.

He dares not look you in the eye, for fear of seeing disgust or mockery.

You seemed oblivious to his momentary lapse in concentration, regaining your balance and calmly scanning your surroundings.

Towering ancient trees, familiar vegetation from the Land of Fire—this place is far removed from the stone forest of Iwagakure.

Kakashi and Itachi silently stay by your side, like two loyal guardian statues, yet each harbors turbulent thoughts within their hearts.

During this period, important people such as Dean Nono and Pharmacist Kabuto passed away one after another. For you, whose emotions were already thin, this was undoubtedly a heavy blow, as if an unfillable hole had been dug into your heart.

Your gaze swept over Kakashi's slightly unnatural stance, then swept over Itachi's Sharingan, which was calm yet inquisitive.

Deep within their pupils lay a desolate wasteland, a landscape of destruction and rebirth, desolate and empty. And now, reflected within it, they became the only color existing in this wasteland.

"Let's go back to Konoha." You said calmly, your voice devoid of emotion, as if the devastation and grief caused by Kabuto's death were just a dream.

You've reverted to being the cold and aloof Uchiha Nagi, as if nothing can truly touch your heart.

But Itachi keenly sensed that something was different.

Your demeanor seems more reserved, yet also more dangerous. It's not simply indifference, but a calm that suppresses some kind of emotion, with an inexplicable and strange quality.

Kakashi was trying to use the opportunity of leading the way out to ease the awkwardness of the embrace, but as soon as he took a step, he heard your chilly voice behind him.

How does it feel to hold me?

These words, like an invisible needle, instantly pierced the nerves of Kakashi and Itachi.

Kakashi stopped abruptly, his back stiffening. Although Itachi's expression remained unchanged, the fingers hanging at his sides curled slightly.

This question is too direct, completely out of character for you, and carries an almost naive provocation.

Kakashi's mind went blank for a moment, the blood seemed to rush to his head, and his cheeks under the mask were burning hot.

"Ah...not bad..." He began to ramble incoherently, his voice hoarse from nervousness.

He didn't dare turn around at all. You quietly watched Kakashi's almost clumsy back and Itachi's subtle reaction beside him. "Just kidding, don't mind it."

Instead of feeling relieved by this explanation, Kakashi and Itachi felt even more terrified.

Do you know how to joke? Your 'joke' is more like a probing with a touch of wicked humor, precisely hitting the most hidden corner of their hearts, leaving them nowhere to hide.

Kakashi chuckled awkwardly, his laughter filled with embarrassment and helplessness, completely unsure how to respond.

On the way back, the atmosphere became unusually subtle. You were moving very fast, but the silence seemed to permeate the air.

As soon as he returned to Konoha, a ninja sent a message to Itachi Uchiha that Fugaku was waiting for him at the clan's ancestral home.

Itachi looked at you, his eyes filled with a hint of apology and lingering worry. You simply nodded slightly, indicating that he should do as he pleased. Itachi gave you a deep look before disappearing in an instant.

Kakashi, seeing that you had returned safely, was about to take you to the Hokage's office to report the mission progress to the Third Hokage, as was customary. "Nagi, we..."

"Kakashi-senpai," you suddenly interrupted him, your voice calm and even.

Kakashi turned around and looked at you with some surprise.

You raised your deep, dark eyes and looked directly at him. "How long have you been spying on me?"

Kakashi was startled; he hadn't expected you to ask this so directly.

The surveillance mission was a top secret of the secret service. He knew that with your keen senses, it was impossible for you to be completely unaware. He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

"It's three years." You've already answered for him, your tone certain, without the slightest doubt.

You tilted your head, the desolate calm in your eyes seemed particularly eerie. "I've been observing you for three years," you said softly, as if sharing a secret. "Kakashi-senpai has always been cold on the outside but warm on the inside."

These words, like warm flowing water yet carrying icy thorns, instantly flowed through Kakashi's heart.

Not only did you know you were being monitored, but you actually observed him for three years in return?

The phrase "cold on the outside but warm on the inside" was like a faint ray of light that unexpectedly shone into his heart, which was wrapped in a cold shell, bringing a chill of being seen through and understood, as well as a deeper sense of unease and panic.

Someone as cold as you would actually utter such...critical remarks?

You paid no attention to the turmoil Kakashi was experiencing inside, simply stating a fact and taking a small step forward, closing the distance between the two of you.

A refreshing breeze blew by, ruffling the stray hairs on her forehead and carrying the faint scent of forest grass and trees. "Would you do me a favor?"

Most of the bandages on Naruto's body had been removed, revealing his angular face and strong arms. He was trying to walk slowly around the ward, like a fledgling bird learning to fly again.

Sakura Haruno watched over her carefully, her pink hair gleaming softly in the sunlight.

When news reached the hospital room that Root leader Danzo Shimura had been stabbed by an unknown ninja, Naruto was stunned for a moment, then his azure eyes flashed with undisguised joy.

"That old bastard! I knew he'd get his comeuppance after all those bad deeds!" Naruto shouted, pumping his fist, his voice booming with his straightforward sense of justice. "I wonder which righteous person did this! It's so satisfying!"

Sakura first nodded in agreement subconsciously, then her emerald eyes turned to the figure standing quietly by the window.

You stood with your back to them, arms crossed, long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, bathed in backlighting, the edges of your body seemingly coated with a blurry halo, making you appear somewhat unreal.

You seem completely unaffected by the news, still immersed in your own world.

A surge of mixed emotions—heartache and anger— welled up in Sakura's heart. She clenched her fists, her voice clear yet carrying an unusual ferocity, "That's right! That kind of person... I'll teach him a lesson sooner or later, and avenge Nagi!"

Sakura's voice carries a resolute determination to get her hands dirty for someone important, a fervent and blind protection.

By the window, your pupils are focused on the swaying shadows of the trees outside, seemingly unaware of the conversation behind you, yet the scene from not long ago flashes clearly through your mind.

"Stab Danzo twice?" Kakashi's voice rose slightly, wondering if he was under some kind of genjutsu.

"Is it difficult?" Your expression remained unchanged. "Then I'll go myself."

As you said that, you actually turned around and strode towards the general direction of the nest at the root of Konoha. Your movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"Wait!" Kakashi instinctively reached out and grabbed your wrist. The touch was icy cold, which made his heart tighten.

He certainly understands your intention: to take revenge on Danzo, who single-handedly caused countless tragedies, including those that may have indirectly led to the deaths of Kabuto and Nonou.

To be fair, Kakashi had no good feelings towards Danzo and even felt that the two stabs were justified.

But what he was more worried about was that you would be completely consumed by hatred. He couldn't let you take any risks, especially since you had just experienced loss and there seemed to be some unknown change.

"I'll go." Kakashi sighed, his voice low but firm. "You can go back to the hospital and wait for news."

He released your wrist, and as if possessed, he raised his hand and gently stroked your raven-feather-like hair, the gesture carrying a tenderness and comfort that even he himself was unaware of exceeding the bounds of propriety.

You feel a gentle touch on your head and don't understand why Kakashi is doing this. This physical contact is beyond your understanding of a collaborator or monitor.

But you can clearly feel that Kakashi treats you specially.

This special quality, like a faint spark illuminating the darkness, instinctively draws you in, making you want to...take control.