Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

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Sasori's puppet strings had already pierced through the air, the silver threads coiling around Tsunade's limbs like venomous snakes, each one gleaming with a deadly cold light.

Hidan's figure vanished suddenly, and when he reappeared, his blood-red three-month scythe was already raised high, aimed straight at Tsunade's nape!

—However, she is Tsunade.

She dodged the puppet strings with lightning speed, and then delivered a powerful kick. With a deafening roar as the air was torn apart, Hidan was sent flying, crashing through several giant trees before finally coming to a stop.

"Is that all you've got?" Tsunade sneered, but the moment she turned around, she met a pair of blood-red Sharingan eyes.

Itachi gazed at her silently, the patterns on his kaleidoscope slowly rotating. "Tsukuyomi."

The world was plunged into bloodshed.

Tsunade's consciousness was instantly pulled into the illusion space, and her body's movements in reality froze.

"Got it." Shisui appeared in an instant, the kunai in his hand pressed against her throat, his Sharingan locking onto her gaze to ensure the continued suppression of the genjutsu.

Deidara stood on high ground, clay spiders already scattered around, ready to respond to any possible reinforcements. "Hurry up, hmm!"

Yahiko stepped forward, looking at Tsunade who was under the control of the genjutsu. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a resolute look. "I'm sorry, but we have no choice."

(Because...every second of delay increases her danger.)

Sasori's puppet strings silently wrapped around Tsunade's limbs, ensuring that she could not resist even if she broke free from the genjutsu.

Hidan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned, "This woman is really strong!"

Itachi's Sharingan flickered slightly, and the intensity of the genjutsu increased once again. "Let's go."

The six figures, carrying the controlled Tsunade, quickly disappeared from the spot.

Itachi raised his hand and dispelled the genjutsu on Tsunade.

"Well--!"

Tsunade suddenly opened her eyes, her golden pupils contracting violently, her chest heaving, and fine beads of cold sweat appearing on her forehead. The lingering effects of the illusion made it difficult for her to distinguish between reality and illusion.

It wasn't until she saw the Akatsuki members eyeing her menacingly that she snapped back to reality, instinctively taking a step back and pressing her back against the cold wall.

"You guys are quick." Orochimaru's voice came from the shadows, carrying the hoarse laughter unique to snakes.

He walked out slowly, his pale face appearing particularly sinister in the candlelight, his golden vertical pupils locking onto Tsunade like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

"You! Orochimaru!" Tsunade's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, her knuckles turning white from the force.

The camaraderie of the past had long since turned to ashes in betrayal and slaughter; now only boiling bloodlust remained.

"Don't get excited," Orochimaru said, lightly licking the corner of his lips with his tongue. "Let's wake this little girl up first, then we can catch up."

His words were soft, yet contained a hidden threat. Tsunade gritted her teeth, her gaze sweeping across the room. Itachi's Sharingan glowed with a bloody light in the shadows, Sasori's puppet strings silently coiled around his fingertips, and Hidan's three-moon scythe struck the ground, making a piercing sound.

This is Xiao's lair; she has no other choice.

Tsunade took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and staggered to the bedside. When she saw the girl's face clearly, her pupils suddenly contracted—

The call caused the air in the room to freeze. The Akatsuki members looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise. They hadn't expected that Tsunade from Konoha would know you.

(You were the only light that shone into her darkness.)

“I see…” Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Tsunade and you. “What an interesting coincidence.”

Tsunade ignored his taunts, quickly forming hand seals, and emerald green medical chakra gathered in her palms like flowing water.

She gently places her hand on your heart, and chakra seeps in like silk threads, repairing every inch of damaged meridians.

Sweat streamed down Tsunade's face, and her breathing became rapid, but she showed no sign of stopping.

"Wake up..." she murmured softly, her voice unusually vulnerable, "Don't let me see anyone important die before my eyes again..."

These words caused the eyes of everyone else in the room to darken simultaneously.

Yahiko clenched his fist, Sasori's puppet strings tightened silently, Itachi's Sharingan twitched slightly, Deidara bit his lip until it bled, and Hidan's three-moon scythe plunged deep into the floor—

They never imagined that you were so important to Tsunade.

Finally, your eyelashes fluttered slightly, and under the breathless gaze of everyone, you slowly opened your eyes.

"Tsunade?" Your voice was hoarse, filled with the confusion of just waking up.

The next second, the whole room erupted in chaos—

"Wicked woman! You're finally awake! Hmm!" Deidara was the first to rush forward, but Sasori's puppet strings grabbed him by the back of his collar.

"Don't step on her," Scorpion said coldly, but he took a step closer without making a sound.

Yahiko knelt on one knee beside the bed, his hand hovering in mid-air, seemingly wanting to touch it but hesitant. "How do you feel?"

Hidan pushed through the crowd, and his three-handed scythe fell to the ground with a clatter. "Lord Jashin! What will I do if you die!"

Itachi and Shisui stood silently on the perimeter, their eyes never leaving your face.

Tsunade wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at you, who were surrounded by everyone. Suddenly, she had a bad feeling. It seemed that she had saved a terrible little troublemaker.

She had initially thought that the Akatsuki were a group of cold-blooded rogue ninjas, but she was surprised to find that they cared about and were concerned for her. This made her view of the Akatsuki change slightly.

The night was deep, the moonlight was like water, and its cool glow shone on the earth.

Unable to sleep, you quietly get up, use your lightness skill to reach the rooftop, sit down, and gaze up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, trying to find a sense of peace and answers in its pure light.

The ominous premonition in your heart lingers like a shadow, impossible to shake off.

They knew that there must be a deeper and more terrifying secret hidden behind the Infinite Tsukuyomi, which was by no means as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Black Zetsu's alteration of the Uchiha stone tablet's contents must have been to advance some nefarious conspiracy, the core of which might be the distorted Infinite Tsukuyomi.

But what exactly is it? Is it absolute control over the world, or some kind of imprisonment of all living beings?

Everything is unknown, but you understand that you have been drawn into this huge vortex and there is no way to extricate yourself.

The resurrection of Ban is also a thorny problem.

Madara's power and danger, the resurrection of such a figure, could easily trigger another bloody storm in the ninja world.

But in order to seek the truth, to find the true path to peace, and because of your deep-seated conviction, you have no choice but to do so.

However, in what way and at what time should Madara be revived to minimize the risks and ensure that everything develops in a direction conducive to peace?

And what about the promise with Obito, that commitment about the vision of peace? Will it really go according to the path he envisioned?

In today's ninja world, various forces are intertwined, and hatred and interests are woven into an invisible net that traps everyone within it.

The peace you seek is like a distant and illusory lighthouse in this quagmire of reality, seemingly within reach but actually unattainable.

You sighed deeply, the sigh drifting gently in the quiet night, mingling with the wind.

"You seem to have more on your mind since you woke up." A familiar voice rang in my ears, breaking the silence of the night.

You turn your head and see that Yahiko has quietly appeared beside you. The moonlight shines on his orange hair, giving him a sense of majesty. The aura of the leader of the Akatsuki organization is fully displayed at this moment.

"Is it that obvious?" You smiled wryly, trying to hide the turmoil in your heart with a smile.

“It’s obvious.” Yahiko’s gaze was fixed on you, and the seriousness in his eyes made you almost afraid to look him in the eye.

For a moment, you didn't know how to answer, so you just silently turned your head and looked at the bright moon again.

"Don't worry, I'll always be by your side." Yahiko's voice was deep and firm, as if it had a reassuring power.

A warm feeling welled up inside you, but you didn't express your gratitude.

Turning to look at Yahiko, his eyes revealed an unprecedented determination, "I will definitely become the savior!"

This is not only a promise to Yahiko, but also your steadfast adherence to your inner beliefs.

"I believe you."

You sat quietly on the eaves, bathed in moonlight, and no one spoke again.

The sound of each other's heartbeats could be clearly heard in the quiet night. You could clearly feel that your relationship with Yahiko was not just that of ordinary companions, but a tacit understanding and concern that transcended the feelings of companions.

The conference room in the Rain Village tower was shrouded in a gloomy rain. Tsunade's fingertips unconsciously tapped the tabletop, leaving small dents on the solid wood surface.

"Unify the ninja world?"

Her voice echoed in the empty room, and the golden ends of her hair fluttered as she suddenly looked up.

The medical ninja slammed his hand heavily on the table, causing the candlelight to flicker violently and casting ever-changing shadows on everyone's faces.

"This is not peace! This is conquest!"

Nagato's Rinnegan glowed faintly in the darkness as he rested his clasped fingers on his chin. "The First Hokage's policy of maintaining a balance of power has failed three times already."

His voice was soft, yet sharp as a knife, “And you’re still clinging to that naive dream.”

A flicker of pain crossed Yahiko's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. "The five great powers will never truly trust each other. As long as there are differences in interests, the war will never end."

You stand by the window, raindrops meandering across the glass like tear tracks. "Lady Tsunade, how many children have you seen die on the battlefield?"

This simple question made Tsunade's fingers curl up sharply, and the faces of Dan and Nawaki flashed through her memory.

“We are too.” Sasori suddenly spoke, his amber eyes fixed on his fingers. “Genius children of Sunagakure, trained to be killing machines.”

Deidara paused in his hand, which was playing with clay. "The Iwagakure demolition squad has been treated as human weapons since childhood, hmm."

The air in the room grew heavy. Tsunade found herself unable to look away from you. The girl stood at the boundary between light and shadow, half of her face warmed by the candlelight, while the other half was immersed in the cold rainy night.

"Do you know what the most ironic thing is?" You gently walked up to Tsunade, "While we were fighting on the battlefield, the Five Kage were sitting in a safe meeting room, using our lives as bargaining chips."

Chapter 140 Troubles

Your fingertips are cool, carrying the warmth of rain.

Tsunade noticed that everyone in the Akatsuki organization was following this girl with such focus that it was almost devout.

"So you want to become the new tyrants?" Tsunade retorted with difficulty, only to find that the confidence in her voice was fading.

You suddenly laughed, turned and walked to the map in the center of the conference room, your finger tracing the borders of the five great nations. "Tyrant? No."

A fingernail drew a crack in the center of the drawing. "We will break all boundaries. There are no kingdoms, only one ninja world."

"Madman," Tsunade murmured, unable to stop herself from imagining the scene—no secret missions, no espionage, children not having to step onto the battlefield at the age of ten...

Orochimaru's soft chuckle broke the silence. "Tsunade, you're tempted."

"Shut up!" Tsunade snapped reflexively, but froze when she met your eyes.

There was no fervor in those eyes, only unfathomable sorrow and determination, just like when she stood before the memorial stone years ago, only this girl had chosen a completely different path.

"I need time to think about it." Finally, Tsunade stood up, the chair scraping loudly on the floor.

You nodded slightly. "Of course, but..." You suddenly winked playfully. "Before making a decision, how about we try some sake, a specialty of Amegakure? I bet you'll be drunk after three cups."

Tsunade did not answer immediately. She looked at her reflection in the teacup and, in a daze, saw another possible world.

“If…” she whispered, “If Grandfather had chosen a different path back then…”

You keenly noticed her emotional shift. "We believe that only by breaking the balance between the five great nations can this endless cycle end. Lady Tsunade, your medical ninjutsu can save countless lives."

Konan watched as you intently gazed at Tsunade's profile, a focus she recognized, yet imbued with a warmth she couldn't decipher. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her clothes.

Tsunade suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with a light you'd never seen before. She slammed her hand on the table with a loud bang, and several cracks instantly appeared on the solid conference table, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Konan and the other Akatsuki members immediately tensed up, watching Tsunade warily, while you remained motionless, simply waiting quietly for her to continue.

"Alright, I'll join you!" Tsunade's firm and powerful voice echoed in the conference room. "Since Akatsuki already has me and that bastard Orochimaru, then Jiraiya can't be left out!"

This statement was like a detonator, exploding in the meeting room.

Yahiko's pupils contracted slightly as the image of the white-haired man who taught him ninjutsu and gave him faith flashed through his mind—the man he once respectfully called his teacher.

“Jiraiya…” he murmured softly, his tone complex.

"Do you know what this means?" Your eyes reflected Tsunade's resolute face. "Once you join, there's no going back."

Tsunade suddenly reached out and grabbed your chin amidst everyone's wary gazes.

This almost provocative action caused Sasori's puppet blade to spring out instantly, but it was stopped by Yahiko's gesture.

"Little Tanuki," Tsunade leaned in close enough to hear her breath, the aroma of sake mingling with a faint scent of medical ninjutsu chakra between them, "Do you think I care about those empty titles?"

Her thumb brushed against your lips, a suggestive gesture that instantly chilled the room.

Deidara's clay bird burst its feathers, and Hidan's crescent scythe slammed to the ground with a thud.

Tsunade finally let go, satisfied. As she turned around, her long golden hair brushed against your nose. Your Akatsuki robe had somehow ended up on her shoulders, and her crimson hair shone brightly like blood in the sunlight.

"Wait a minute," Yahiko suddenly spoke up, "How do you plan to persuade him? Jiraiya-sensei, he..."