Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

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Time and again, I woke up from nightmares, drenched in cold sweat, feeling utterly exhausted.

I've tried everything—sealing techniques, drugs, even trying to destroy my hearing... nothing works.

Her voice rang out from the depths of my soul, a mad reflection of another side of me.

Over time, I even began to numbly agree with her words. Yes, this world is rotten to the core, so isn't it only natural to resent it?

But deep down, a trace of resentment still struggles within.

I know that only by becoming stronger than her, strong enough to crush her, can I finally escape this endless nightmare!

I trained like crazy, carried out the most dangerous missions, and pushed my potential to the limit on the edge of life and death. Finally... I felt the barrier of power.

The Mangekyou Sharingan...I need it!

And the cost...

He was my only younger brother, the baby who cried silently in the rice jar, the one who would follow me around and softly call me "sister".

Blood bloomed on his chest, so red, so glaring.

The patterns of the kaleidoscope spun wildly and took shape in my eyes, and a power so immense that it could predict the future and alter reality surged into my body like a tsunami.

But I felt no joy at all.

There was only one kind of bone-chilling cold that froze my very soul.

The nauseating whispers of the Showa era vanished, and she seemed to be temporarily repelled by this newborn force, imbued with extreme grief.

The world is quiet.

The nightmare... is over.

I lowered my head and looked at Su Anxiang's face.

My younger brother... will never call me "sister" with a smile again.

Never again.

I gained the power to crush the Showa era and escaped the true nightmare.

But forever...

My light has been lost.

The rain is still falling, pounding on the world, and also on my heart that can never be healed. From that day on, my world is filled with only eternal dampness and darkness.

The days after betraying the Uchiha were like a aimless wandering. I left that land filled with sorrow and hypocrisy and traveled around the ninja world.

Mountains and rivers, deserts and snowfields, the scenery changes, but the frozen land in my heart has never thawed.

It wasn't until the third month that I arrived in Wind Crossing City.

The sandstorm was fierce, making it impossible to open one's eyes. In that hazy, yellowish sandstorm, I saw a figure.

He stood on the street corner, bending down to hand a piece of dry food to a little beggar huddled in the corner. The profile of his face, the slightly pursed corners of his mouth, and his clear eyes that carried a hint of precocious melancholy... In that instant, my breath stopped.

It's as if... my younger brother, Su, is still alive.

My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an icy hand, then suddenly released, bringing a suffocating, throbbing pain.

I stood there, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the unfamiliar young man finished his good deed, gave me a polite but distant glance, and then turned and disappeared into the bustling crowd.

At that moment, a crazy and obsessive idea took root in my mind.

I want to stay.

And so, the raccoon dog was born.

I use the power of the kaleidoscope to foresee political developments and stir up trouble with unscrupulous means. Those nobles and dignitaries now tremble before me, walking on thin ice.

A single, casual remark from me could bring down their entire family and change the fate of a nation.

Manipulating them, just as they once manipulated us. It seems like a form of revenge, a twisted pleasure.

But after Su died, it seemed that the sharpest hatred in my heart was taken away with his departure.

All that remained was endless emptiness and numbness. I became...strangely gentle.

In the name of Tanuki, I secretly established liaison stations in major countries to adopt war orphans.

I gave them food and shelter, taught them to read, and even secretly taught them some ninjutsu techniques to protect themselves. I watched as those young lives that would have rotted away in the corners of the streets were able to continue because of my intervention, and even shone with a faint light.

But this is far from enough.

No matter how many people I save, I cannot fill the enormous void in my heart that Su took away.

I do these things perhaps just to tell myself: Look, you still have things to do, you're not completely rotten yet.

The days passed in a strange balance between wielding power and saving orphans, until my sixteenth birthday.

There was no celebration; I was alone in the dimly lit room.

Suddenly, a sharp, excruciating pain, as if my soul were being torn apart, erupted from my left shoulder! I groaned, ripped open my shirt, and my pupils contracted sharply—

In the dim moonlight, I saw dark gold patterns spreading wildly across my pale skin, covering my shoulder blades and then extending towards my heart and back!

An ancient and immense power awakened, rampaging through my body and violently clashing with my original chakra and Mangekyou Sharingan power.

"Hahahahaha—!!"

The manic yet familiar laughter of that woman, which I hadn't heard for many years, exploded once again deep within my mind.

"This is the eternal sixteenth year!! Hahahaha! Prime Minister Prajna! You've finally...finally awakened completely!! Welcome to...the other side of hell! My other half!!"

Showa Uchiha's voice was filled with twisted ecstasy and schadenfreude.

The intense pain and the maniacal laughter nearly tore my consciousness apart.

I curled up on the ground, my clothes instantly soaked with cold sweat, my teeth biting my lower lip so hard I tasted blood. In the extreme pain, many fragmented clues finally came together.

I see...

Within the Uchiha Forbidden Pavilion, the family tree with names deliberately erased...

The "eternal sixteen years old" and the "curse of the Sharingan" that the crazy woman from the Showa era repeatedly mentioned.

A mad power that shares the same origin as me yet is entirely different...

Showa was the Right Minister of the Hannya, representing destruction and madness, and I... am that damned Left Minister of the Hannya.

Representing creation and order? How ironic that a person whose heart is filled with emptiness and despair is burdened with the name of "creation".

When the truth came out, I didn't feel relieved, but only a sense of powerlessness as if it were my destiny.

It turns out that all my struggles and all my pain were pre-written from the very beginning.

Just as I was wallowing in this pathetic sense of resignation, a letter from Uchiha Tajima was delivered to me through special channels.

The handwriting on the letter was cold and formulaic, informing me that I, a Hui Muslim, was attending a certain ceremony. But at the end of the letter, there was a seemingly casual remark:

[...The Sharingan left behind by Su after his death has been transplanted into the second young master, Uchiha Ryohei, according to his wishes. Ryohei is exceptionally talented and has not shown any rejection reaction. The future of the clan is promising...]

Su's...eyes?

Where is Liangying?

It was something I did willingly and wholeheartedly.

Ban returned from the Nanga River, looking exhausted and with a deep sorrow hidden in his eyes, as if he had just gone through a great ordeal.

When he saw me, his scarlet Sharingan eyes, besides being tired, held an indescribable complex emotion that mixed shock and a certain resolute determination.

He held a delicate container in his hands, inside which were a pair of...lively eyes.

Those eyes... my blood instantly turned to ice!

It's Su's eyes, I can't be mistaken!

Those clear eyes, always carrying a gentle smile, were now immersed in cold liquid, radiating an ominous yet powerful energy fluctuation unique to kaleidoscopes.

Madara...after dealing with the plague in the Naka River...brought back these eyes...

What about Liangying?

How is Liangying?

A terrifying conjecture instantly crushed me.

I staggered back a step, my face as pale as paper.

It was when Chuan Lan was performing the eye transplant surgery on me that she couldn't bear to see me so distraught, and whispered the truth to me.

She died in a suicide pact with Senju Momoka, an elder of the Senju clan.

Their love was not tolerated by clan rules or by the world. Just as I had long seen through, in the eyes of those in power, their love, and even their lives, were as worthless as grass.

Su's eyes may have given Liangying a glimmer of hope, but in the end... they couldn't change anything.

The cold transplant instruments touched my eye sockets.

Su's eyes are about to be seen by me.

I felt those cold, yet incredibly powerful organs from my closest blood relatives slowly merging into my body...

I suddenly felt like laughing.

But all I want to do is cry.

I possess so many ridiculous powers... yet, in the end, I can't save a single one of them.

Liangying also died.

This world is indeed rotten to the core.

The cold liquid slid down my cheeks; I couldn't tell if it was disinfectant or tears that had long since dried up.

After receiving Su's eyes, the world became completely different in my eyes.

The power of the kaleidoscope surged even more, the fragments of my premonition became clearer, yet also colder. It was not merely a restoration of vision, but more like a film that could never be torn off, separating me from this vibrant world.

Everything I saw was shrouded in a bloody shadow, foreshadowing a tragic end.

At the dim end of the clan's long corridor, I saw Uchiha Kawahara.

The girl who always wore a gentle smile was like a broken statue, slumped on the cold floor, holding someone tightly in her arms.

Huo He lay quietly with his eyes closed, his face as pale as paper, devoid of his usual sharpness and loyalty.

Chuan Lan didn't make a loud sound, but her shoulders trembled violently, and large, hot tears fell onto Huo He's lifeless face.

It was a grief so intense that even a sob couldn't escape.

At that moment, the wind in the corridor seemed to freeze, and I stood in the shadows, unable to feel my own breath.

Is it sad? Yes.

But more than anything, there was a cold, overwhelming sense of despair and...ominous signs.

Sure enough, not long after, my precognitive abilities once again demonstrated their cruelty.

I saw... Lengxi.

I saw him fall into my arms, his blood staining my clothes, his eyes gradually losing their light, and his body slowly growing cold.

I felt exactly the same way as when Su died.

This can't happen anymore.

We absolutely cannot lose it again!

An unprecedented resolve froze all my hesitation and weakness. From that moment on, I was no longer the Uchiha Nagi who could only passively accept tragedy and be immersed in sorrow.

I want to change all of this.

Change all destined tragedies! Let those I care about no longer suffer, no longer leave!

A massive and dangerous plan began to quietly take shape in my mind.

I will use everything I can: the precognition of the Kaleidoscope, the power of the Left Prime Minister of the Prajna, and... everything and everyone that can become a pawn.

Izuna's death was like the last straw, breaking Madara's already tense nerves.

He became more silent and more obsessive. The intense love in his eyes as he looked at me was almost burning, yet it was also frighteningly distorted.

It was a possessive desire to drag me into his darkness and pain as well.

I understand his pain, but I cannot respond. My heart has long been frozen by the death of Su and the end of Lengxi, and can no longer bear another such heavy and twisted emotion.