Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

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“No need.” You refused decisively, casually hanging Xiao’s robe on the hanger. “Go back to your room.”

Hidan's Adam's apple bobbed. Of course, he wouldn't say that he saw how that silver-haired Konoha ninja used the land deed for a commercial street to win your favor.

The word "surrender" does not exist in the dictionary of cult followers.

Looking at Hidan's tense jawline, you suddenly reached out and tugged at his Jashin necklace. "Jealous?"

The pain of the metal chains digging into his skin made Hidan groan, but it only excited him more as he leaned closer. "I am your most devout follower..." His lips almost touched your earlobe, "...I know better than anyone how to serve you..."

His burning palm gripped your wrist, pulling you into the soft mattress. His strong chest pressed against yours, and the point where your skin touched felt like an invisible fire was ignited.

“Lord Evil God…” His breathing was heavy, with the obsession unique to fanatics, and his canine teeth gently rubbed against the small mole on your collarbone.

"Can I kiss you?" Hidan's voice was incredibly hoarse, as if he was suppressing some kind of desire that was about to burst forth.

You casually trace the cult tattoo on the back of his neck with your fingertips. "Hmm."

Having received permission, Hidan seemed to have been freed from his shackles. He leaned down, first touching gently, then suddenly increasing the pressure, leaving a slightly stinging kiss mark.

The warm, moist tongue then licked across the reddened skin, as if savoring the most precious offering.

You unconsciously tilt your head back and can clearly feel Hidan's taut abdominal muscles.

In the darkness, Hidan's crimson eyes shone with an astonishing light, surging with an almost frenzied devotion.

His kisses gradually moved down, lingering on the side of your neck, his canines occasionally nibbling lightly, bringing a subtle pain and pleasure.

"You're so beautiful..." he breathed, his fingers weaving between yours, their fingers intertwined and pressed against the pillow, "more beautiful than any miracle recorded in the scriptures of the evil god..."

The evil god's curse mark still glowed with a faint, dark red light. Hidan was frozen on the edge of the bed, your palm pressed against his lips.

"Evil God... Your Excellency?" His voice broke in the gap between the two, with faint teeth marks still visible on his Adam's apple.

You had already sat up, your black hair cascading down your snow-white nightgown. You adjusted your clothes with unhurried ease, and your fingertips brushed against the glistening skin of your collarbone without pausing. "I need to see the daimyo of the Land of Wind tomorrow."

Hidan's fingers dug deep into the sheets, his knuckles turning white. He stared intently at your fingers as you adjusted your belt, then suddenly grabbed your wrist. "You clearly also—"

He froze the moment he touched her pulse; the heartbeat beneath his palm was so steady it was almost cold, without a trace of emotion.

“A devout believer.” You gently stroked his burning earlobe with your other hand, the movement as tender as rewarding a puppy. “You shouldn’t question the decisions of God.”

These words struck Hidan like a thunderbolt. He slumped and released his grip, the Jashin Necklace slamming onto his collarbone with a "thud".

Yes, what is he? He is just the luckiest and unluckiest of the millions of believers, fortunate enough to touch the hem of God's robe, but forever unable to retain God's mercy.

Chapter 168 Serving

As soon as Hidan's footsteps faded at the end of the corridor, the shadow on the paper door twisted eerily for a moment, and you suddenly chuckled at the empty courtyard, "Have you seen enough?"

The wind chimes under the corridor were frozen in mid-air. The moonlight was torn apart by some invisible force. In the vortex-like distortion of space, the figure of Uchiha Obito emerged like a drop of ink on the surface of water.

"You're so gentle with him." Obito's thumb pressed heavily against the red mark on your collarbone, as if he wanted to personally cover up someone else's mark.

Chakra materializes into black chains that coil around your ankles like snakes, the ends of which connect to the void of the Kamui dimension.

You let the chains climb up your calves, your fingertips instead tracing the edge of Obito's mask. "Jealous?"

The sharp sound of the metal mask falling to the ground startled the night sparrows under the eaves. Obito suddenly grabbed your waist and pressed you against him, squeezing out the last bit of air between you.

As he lowered his head, his high, straight nose brushed against your earlobe, and his hot breath sprayed onto the lingering teeth marks on the side of your neck. "If I were that mad dog... I would show you what true service is."

The oppressive atmosphere unique to the Kamui dimension made the air feel thick and sticky. Your hand gripped his lower back. "Why are you so angry... is it because I accepted Kakashi's gift? Or..."

"I'm curious..." His voice was hoarse beyond recognition, his Sharingan glowing crimson in the shadows, "If Madara were to revive and see so many men around you..." Kamui distorted around him, "would he kill them all?"

"Don't forget..." As you leaned forward, your black hair fell, brushing against your face, which was covered in dirt, "...you're one of them too~"

The Gold Release technique instantly wrapped around Obito's wrists, and you forcefully pinned his arms behind his back.

Obito grunted, and before he could react, you stepped on his knee, sending him crashing to his knees!

The sound of his knees hitting the ground was exceptionally clear in the quiet night. Obito gritted his teeth and looked up, only to see you looking down at him from above. The moonlight cast a cold, silvery glow, making you seem like an untouchable deity.

"You look better like this." You chuckled, lifting his chin with your fingertips, then slowly sliding them down to his Adam's apple.

Obito suddenly leaned forward, his canines biting hard into your drooping belt. With a tearing sound, his neck, which had been tilted back, stretched out a sharp line, and the bite mark from the struggle remained on his Adam's apple.

"Then you'd better..." he gasped, chuckling softly, "not let Ban see you and me hanging out together."

The golden chains tightened suddenly, digging into Obito's wrist bones. "Looks like someone's been spying quite a bit in the Kamui dimension."

“Likewise.” Obito suddenly pressed his tongue against the wound on his palate, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth. “You were in my dream…” Before he could finish speaking, you pressed his chest back down with your knee.

"You can still be so arrogant while kneeling?" You scoffed and released your grip, your fingertips tracing his sweaty neck, feeling his pulse pounding wildly beneath your fingertips.

Your knee brushed against a dangerous spot, causing Obito to tense his waist and abdomen.

Obito's breathing suddenly quickened. Your fingers were icy cold, yet felt like they were on fire, sending shivers down his spine wherever they touched. He stared intently at you, his eyes burning with an intense lust that seemed almost overflowing.

"Go on..." he said in a hoarse, defiant voice, "What, you're scared? Or are you afraid of things going wrong with me?"

Your fingertips paused. "Why should I reward you?" You withdrew your hand, turned around, and left. "You'd better kneel obediently for the whole night."

As the sound of wooden clogs faded into the distance, Obito suddenly growled, his breathing heavy like that of a wounded beast, "Aren't you afraid I'll catch a cold?"

The sound of the door opening and closing rang out, and the blankets, carrying a fresh, clean scent, came crashing down on him, covering his disheveled physical reaction.

Your voice drifted out from under the door, "You're welcome, after all, I'm so kind-hearted."

A night breeze blew by, ruffling a corner of the blankets. Obito looked down at his own barely concealed reaction, his ears burning red.

"......hateful."

He cursed under his breath, but couldn't help recalling the warmth of your fingertips and the playful smile in your eyes.

As the first rays of dawn appeared, the gold chain finally dissipated into specks of light. He stood up, still wrapped in his blanket, a certain part of him still looking energetic.

Obito closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed, and finally sighed resignedly.

He's done for.

On the streets where the morning mist had not yet dissipated, your black robe with red clouds swayed gently in the breeze. You raised your hand to adjust the black raccoon mask on your face, revealing the lower half of your face, which was dazzlingly white in the morning light.

Hidan circled around me like a large dog, his silver hair still damp with dew, and his scythe jingling behind him.

"My Lord Evil God! I heard there's a super delicious dango shop up ahead! Hmm... although it can't compare to the sushi you bestowed upon me!" He gestured excitedly, his crimson eyes shining brightly. "And also—"

"Quiet." You suddenly reached out and placed your fingertips precisely on his incessantly chattering lips.

This action made Hidan freeze instantly, even his breathing stopped. You sighed helplessly and took his hand, "I'm going to get dizzy if you keep spinning me like this."

Hidan's hands were much larger than I had imagined, with thick calluses on his palms from years of holding a sickle.

At this moment, this hand is holding your fingers with an incredibly gentle force, as if cradling some fragile sacred object.

"You, you're holding my hand..." His voice suddenly became very soft, his ear tips turned almost transparently red, and the person who was just jumping around suddenly became unusually obedient, even his steps became much lighter, as if afraid of disturbing this sudden blessing.

Breakfast stalls along the street opened one after another, and the steam from the steamers formed white mist in the cold air.

"Three-colored dumplings." You suddenly stopped in front of a stall, pointing to the glutinous rice dumplings with bamboo skewers stuck in them. "I want them sweet."

Hidan immediately pulled out his money pouch, but in his haste, he threw the entire pouch into the shopkeeper's pot.

Under the shopkeeper's horrified gaze, he simply held the March Scythe to the man's neck, "Quick, quick, give the Evil God ten skewers! No! Twenty skewers!"

You facepalm, the Eternal Kaleidoscope glowing faintly behind the mask. You reach out and pull back this shameful believer, paying the bill yourself. "If you do this again, I won't bring you out next time."

This sentence was more effective than any ninjutsu. Hidan instantly wilted like a silver-haired dog soaked in the rain, even the ends of his hair seemed to droop.

He carefully hooked his fingertips around your sleeve, "I was wrong... please don't leave me..."

The golden gate of the Kazeto Castle palace shattered beneath Hidan's feet, sending wood chips flying like snowflakes.

The lively conversation inside the hall abruptly stopped. The golden teacup in the hand of the Fourth Kazekage, Rasa, hung suspended in mid-air, his pupils reflecting two figures approaching against the light.

Your black robe billowed in the draft, and your dark eyes beneath the raccoon mask swept over the assembled dignitaries.

Those once arrogant nobles and dignitaries were now ashen-faced, some even spilling their wine cups, the amber liquid spreading like bloodstains on the brocade carpet.

"This seat—" Hidan's three-scythe drew a crimson arc, the tip pressed against the daimyo's thick chin, "is it your place to sit?"

The king trembled as he tumbled off the jewel-encrusted throne, his gold-embroidered robes wrapping around his legs, making him writhe like a terrified, fat worm.

You slowly stepped forward, your black boots treading across the carpet woven with vine patterns, and paused before the throne.

My fingertips brushed against the gilded armrest, where the cold sweat of the previous owner's palms still lingered.

Those two simple words caused the temperature in the entire hall to plummet.

Luo Sha's golden sand spread out silently, ready to deal with any possible conflict. Although he had reached an agreement with you long ago, he did not expect you to make such a violent appearance.

The moment you turned and sat down, a chakra storm exploded.

The stained glass behind the throne shattered with a crash, and thousands of fragments floated in the air, reflecting Hidan's fanatical smile behind him. As if controlled by an invisible hand, those fragments suddenly turned and pointed at the guests.

"From this moment forward, Wind Crossing Castle is under the jurisdiction of Sunagakure." You tapped the armrest lightly with your fingertips. "Any objections—"

Hidan's scythe suddenly slashed down, cutting a three-meter-long crack in the marble floor. "We can pick it up now!" he said, licking the stone chips from the blade. "The Jashin-sama is the most democratic~"

Just as a nobleman in the corner was about to speak, your eyes suddenly turned to him, and the kaleidoscope pattern slowly rotated, causing the man to collapse to the ground.

Rasa rose at the opportune moment, golden sand condensing into a contract scroll in his palm. "As agreed, Sunagakure will take over the defense and tax revenue of Kazetani Castle." He glanced meaningfully at you, "Of course, certain special industries..."

"Gui Xiao." You interrupted him, already having the black market's intelligence network under your control.

An eerie silence fell over the hall. Hidan tilted his head, scrutinizing the trembling daimyo, and suddenly used his scythe to lift the man's pearl-adorned collar. "Hey, your clothes are pretty nice, aren't they?"

ten minutes later--

The daimyo, dressed only in a single garment, knelt in the plaza outside the palace, while Hidan, beaming with delight, twirled around in the smuggled finery.

You sit on the throne, chin in hand, watching as Luo Sha stamps the contract with gold dust, leaving a mark of wind and shadow.

“I thought you would be more…” Luo Sha carefully chose his words, “to be more tactful.”

"Politics is too slow." You gaze at the setting sun outside the window. "I prefer—"

Hidan suddenly kicked open the side door, dragged a nobleman whose head had been beaten to a pulp, and threw him under the throne. "That old bastard hid his private army in the secret passage!"

Your boots slammed against the man's trembling back. "A more direct approach."

As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared below the horizon, the power in Kazekage had changed hands. When you stepped out of the palace, Hidan was playing with the jewel necklace he had stolen from a nobleman.

"My Lord Evil God!" he exclaimed, handing it over like a treasure. "This color perfectly complements your eyes!"

Sunlight streamed through the gauze curtains at Konoha Hospital, illuminating the aged face of the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi. He leaned against the headboard, watching the shimmering green medical chakra in Tsunade's hand gradually dissipate, and the long-standing, sluggish feeling in his chest finally subsided.

"Teacher, you're alright now." Tsunade withdrew her hand, her forehead still covered in fine beads of sweat.

Hiruzen Sarutobi looked at his disciples with satisfaction, a smile hidden in his wrinkles. "You've finally figured it out, Konoha still needs..."

"Hokage-sama!" The Hokage's assistant suddenly pushed open the door, clutching a gold-embossed document in his hand. Upon seeing Tsunade and Jiraiya in the room, he clearly hesitated for a moment.

"Read it." Hiruzen waved his hand.

The assistant cleared his throat. "The Akatsuki's 'Tanuki' has sent a formal letter, saying they will arrive in Konoha in three days to negotiate matters related to the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki."

Tsunade was overjoyed. She hadn't expected you to finish dealing with the affairs of Kazeto Castle so quickly, and she certainly hadn't expected you to come to Konoha in person. This meant that you could return to Amegakure together.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's hand holding the pipe trembled slightly, and the wisps of smoke twisted into uneasy shapes in the air.

“Akatsuki... Tanuki…” he murmured, repeating the name. The image of that blood moon night seemed to reappear before his eyes. A girl in a black robe with red clouds appeared like a ghost in the Hokage’s office. The patterns of the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan flowed in the moonlight. The kunai she was playing with was still dripping blood from its base.

Tsunade keenly noticed the bulging veins on her teacher's temples.

She pretended to organize medical scrolls, but actually exchanged a glance with Jiraiya. It seems there are quite a few interesting stories between you and the old man.

"Teacher seems to know a lot about Tanuki?" Tsunade asked casually, but her eyes were fixed on the Third Hokage's micro-expressions.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's pipe fell onto the table with a "thud." The moment he bent down to pick it up, Jiraiya's pupils suddenly contracted. There was a small, almost healed scar on the back of the old man's neck, a trace of the Sharingan's genjutsu backlash.

"I've only...heard of her deeds." The Third Hokage stroked his beard, trying to appear calm, but accidentally plucked out a few hairs. "After all, she's the woman who could lead the Akatsuki..."

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor. Shizune rushed open the door in a panic, "Lady Tsunade! The medical department has received an encrypted scroll from the Akatsuki!"

As Tsunade snatched the scroll, the Akatsuki ring that slipped from her sleeve flashed a crimson light in the sunlight.

When she saw the familiar sealing wax on the scroll, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

Jiraiya noticed this detail and, as he leaned in to peek, the earring under his white hair reflected the pattern of red clouds on a black background.

"What did you say?" Jiraiya feigned a cough to hide his excitement.

Tsunade suddenly closed the scroll, and as she turned around, her golden hair drew a dazzling arc in the air. "I need to prepare the highest-level medical reception plan."

She walked briskly towards the door, then turned back and added, "After all, we need to show Konoha's hospitality!"