Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

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But he could not forget the nurturing and trust that Konoha Village had given him, as well as the safety of the innocent civilians in the village.

After a long while, Itachi slowly raised his head. The light in his eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by a deathly emptiness.

He took a deep breath, his voice low and resolute, "I understand. I accept this mission, but I have one condition: spare Sasuke. He is innocent; he knows nothing."

The Anbu members exchanged glances and nodded. "Okay, we will ensure Sasuke's safety, but you must act quickly and not let the Uchiha clan's rebellion plan succeed."

The weasel closed his eyes, tears welling up in them, but he forced himself to hold them back.

He knew that from this moment on, he would become a sinner of his clan and a traitor to Konoha, but he had no other choice.

After the Anbu members disappeared into the darkness, Itachi stood alone in the room, silent for a long time.

His figure appeared exceptionally lonely and desolate in the dim light, like an abandoned child cast aside by fate.

But his gaze gradually hardened, and he secretly vowed in his heart that no matter the cost, he would protect Sasuke, even if it meant he would be forever trapped in the abyss of darkness.

Then, Itachi walked heavily out of the Anbu stronghold and headed towards the Uchiha clan's settlement.

Every step he took felt like stepping on his own heart, each step filled with pain and helplessness.

Itachi donned his Anbu gear and stood before the gates of the Uchiha clan compound, his heart filled with pain and struggle, but he knew he had no way out.

Just as he was preparing to step into the tribe's territory to carry out that cruel mission, an unexpected voice rang out, "One against seven, are you really going to choose this path?"

Itachi suddenly looked up and saw your Sharingan staring straight at him, your gaze seemingly able to see through the sins in his heart.

It's that strange female ninja again. "Who...are you?"

Night fell over the Uchiha clan's settlement, and the once peaceful village was now filled with an atmosphere of oppression and dread.

The moonlight spilled onto the street, but it could not illuminate the conspiracy and pain hidden in the darkness.

Itachi Uchiha moved among the clan members, his eyes now filled with blood-red Sharingan, the patterns within them spinning like a demon's curse.

Each strike was accompanied by a sharp flash of light. His shuriken struck its target with precision, and the clansmen fell before they could even cry out in alarm.

In a courtyard, his parents were quietly waiting for him.

The once dignified clan leader, Uchiha Fugaku, now had a complex expression in his eyes, showing helplessness about the fate of his clan, as well as worry and reluctance for his son.

Uchiha Mikoto stood beside him, her eyes also filled with a mixture of pain and love.

"Itachi, you've come," Fugaku said softly, without a trace of surprise in his voice, as if he had long expected this day to come.

Itachi paused slightly, looking at his parents with a hint of struggle in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

“Father, this is for the village, and also for Sasuke.” His voice was low and hoarse, each word carrying a heavy burden.

Tears welled up in Mikoto's eyes, and she said in a trembling voice, "Itachi, you must take good care of Sasuke. He is our Uchiha's last hope."

Itachi nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

He knew that he was now burdened with heavy sins, and no words could alleviate the pain in his heart.

He slowly raised the weapon in his hand and, amidst the gratified yet sorrowful gazes of his parents, ended it all.

As Itachi's killing spree drew to a close, the entire Uchiha clan fell into a deathly silence.

The houses were burning, flames licking the night sky, making this bloody night even more tragic.

Uchiha Sasuke had just finished a day of training and was walking happily toward home.

Along the way, he was thinking about sharing his progress in cultivation with his parents and brother when he got home, and his innocent face was filled with a pure smile.

The moment he stepped into the tribe's territory, the sight before him froze his smile, replaced by terror and disbelief.

The once warm home has been reduced to ruins, with flames burning all around and the air filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The bodies of the tribesmen lay scattered on the ground, their blood pooling into streams that flowed slowly.

Sasuke's body began to tremble, his eyes filled with fear and confusion, as if he were trapped in a terrible nightmare from which he could not wake up.

"What... what's going on?" Sasuke muttered to himself, his voice trembling violently.

Just then, Itachi Uchiha appeared in front of him.

Sasuke looked at his brother, who was covered in blood, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"Nisan, did you do this? Why?" Sasuke shouted, his voice trembling with tears.

The moonlight shone on Itachi Uchiha's face, outlining the interplay of light and shadow, making his features appear even more aloof and distant.

It was a kind of maturity and composure that transcended age, a kind of loneliness and determination to walk alone in the darkness.

"My foolish brother!"

Itachi used his Mangekyou Sharingan on Sasuke.

Chapter 118 - Senior

Sasuke's consciousness was engulfed in a sea of ​​blood, and the pungent smell of blood instantly filled the surroundings, making people nauseous.

The scene before me was like a nightmare from hell, yet it felt incredibly real.

The pale moonlight spilled across the Uchiha clan's territory, and the once familiar streets were now filled with figures fleeing in panic.

The shouts and cries of men, women, and children mingled together, and an atmosphere of despair was ever-present.

Itachi Uchiha appeared like a ghost, his eyes filled with blood-red Sharingan, the tomoe in them spinning rapidly as he coldly observed everything.

The weapon in Itachi's hand gleamed coldly as it mercilessly reaped the lives of his clansmen.

Each swing was accompanied by a splatter of blood; warm liquid sprayed onto the walls and the ground, pooling into a horrifying sight.

An Uchiha mother tightly clutched her child in her arms, looking at Itachi in terror, muttering words of pleading for mercy. However, Itachi's eyes remained unmoved, and the sharp blade in his hand pierced straight towards her.

The child's crying stopped abruptly, his tender face splattered with blood, and his little hands fell limply to his side.

The houses were set ablaze in the chaos, the raging fire greedily devouring everything, and thick smoke billowed into the night sky, darkening the moonlight.

In the light of the flames, the figures of the tribesmen struggled and fell in agony.

As Fugaku Uchiha watched Itachi approach step by step, his eyes held both a father's loving gaze and a sense of helplessness regarding the fate of his clan.

Itachi faced his father without hesitation, swiftly wielding his kunai. Fugaku activated his Sharingan to defend himself, but ultimately fell before his son.

Mikoto Uchiha's body lay to one side, her eyes wide open, seemingly still filled with concern and reluctance for her child.

The surrounding area was a mess, with broken furniture and scattered household items, all telling the story of the suddenness and devastation of the disaster.

Sasuke's heart was filled with anger, pain, and disbelief. His body trembled, his hands were clenched into fists, and his nails dug deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.

He watched helplessly as his people fell one by one, and as his brother acted like a ruthless demon in the massacre. The flames of hatred burned fiercely in his heart, growing ever stronger, as if to completely devour his reason.

He wanted to rush forward and stop it all, but found himself as if imprisoned, unable to move, forced to witness every bloody detail of this genocide, every scene deeply imprinted on his soul.

"Stop, Nii-san! Don't show me these!" Sasuke roared, clutching his head.

As the illusion faded, Sasuke finally collapsed to the ground, powerless.

"Why..."

"Why did you... Nii-san..." Sasuke looked up at him with difficulty, tears streaming down his face.

Although Itachi couldn't bear to see his younger brother like this, he replied expressionlessly, "To measure my own capacity."

"Measuring...instrument..."

"Just for this reason..."

Sasuke couldn't understand why Itachi's reason for massacring the clan was so trivial: "Just for such a reason, he killed everyone!"

Itachi lowered his eyes. "This is very important."

Sasuke's eyes transformed into single-tomoe Sharingan at that moment.

He looked at Sasuke, a fleeting hint of guilt and pain flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his indifference.

"Sasuke, you are still too weak to understand the reasons behind this, but you must remember to become stronger. One day, you will be able to kill me and avenge the Uchiha clan."

Itachi's voice was cold and resolute, as if he wanted to ignite the hatred in Sasuke's heart completely.

Sasuke stared wide-eyed at Itachi, his eyes burning with fury.

"I will! I'll take on seven of you! I will kill you and avenge my people!"

Sasuke stood there, watching his brother's departing figure, tears welling up in his eyes, but he held them back.

His heart was filled with hatred and determination. From that moment on, the flames of revenge burned fiercely in his heart and became the sole purpose of his life.

In the dead of night, the Valley of the End is completely silent, with only the sound of the wind echoing through the valley, as if the whispers of those departed souls.

As agreed, he walked step by step into the depths of the Valley of the End, where someone was waiting for him.

At the end of the valley, the colossal stone statue of Uchiha Madara stands there like an ancient and silent giant, witnessing the vicissitudes of time and the joys and sorrows of the ninja world.

Sitting beneath the statue, his figure appeared somewhat slender in the moonlight, yet exuded a mysterious and tranquil aura.

Your gaze is fixed on the distance, your thoughts seemingly drifting to a very, very far place.

When the itch comes into view, you think, "You've arrived."

Your voice was calm and indifferent, as if this were just an ordinary meeting, not on such a bloody and painful night.

Itachi walked to your side and slowly sat down. He didn't speak, but silently felt the evening breeze. The breeze brushed against his face, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in his heart.

He gazed into the distance, his eyes revealing a deep sense of confusion and weariness, like a child lost in the darkness, unsure of where to go or what to do.

“You’re very clever; didn’t you already guess it?” You suddenly turned your head and looked at Itachi.

Itachi smiled wryly, "Yes, I guessed some of it. You saved my soul."

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying an indescribable sense of gratitude and relief.

In this cruel vortex of fate, your appearance was like a faint light, illuminating his heart that had been swallowed by darkness.

He had always lived for the glory of his family and the peace of his village, but he had never really thought about himself.

At that moment, as he looked at you, a longing he had never felt before welled up within him—he wanted to live for himself for once.

In his heart, you are like a god, giving him the only salvation in this endless darkness.

The ninja world is so vast that Itachi originally didn't know where he should go; his future was as dark and uncertain as the night.

But at this moment, looking at you beside him, he suddenly had an idea, an idea that rekindled a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"I want to go with you." Itachi mustered his courage, a hint of determination in his eyes, as if at this moment he had made the most important decision of his life.

"I came here specifically for you. Welcome to the Akatsuki organization, where you can take on seven opponents at once." Your voice carried a hint of teasing, yet it was full of sincerity.

Itachi looked at those slender hands, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly reached out and clasped your hand.

At that moment, he felt as if he had grasped his future and that hard-won hope.

Two hours ago—

The night wind rustled the fallen leaves of the Nanga Shrine. Uchiha Itachi stood on the stone steps, the three tomoe in his Sharingan slowly turning, reflecting the image of the woman who had suddenly appeared before him.

You stand in the shadows where the moonlight doesn't reach, the hem of your red and black robe lifted by the wind, revealing a pale wrist, and your eyes are deeper than any Sharingan he has ever seen, as if they can devour all light.

Itachi saw the future in your genjutsu: the blood-soaked Uchiha clan territory, Sasuke's broken cries, and... a war that even the extermination of the clan could not stop.

At that moment, for the first time, he began to waver in his belief in the 'Will of Fire'.

Itachi's fist clenched tightly in his sleeve, his nails digging into his palm. The Will of Fire... the belief that Shisui defended with his life, was it truly, as you say, nothing more than a brainwashing tool used by the political elite?

"This is the future you so firmly believe the Will of Fire will bring." Your voice was as soft as a sigh. "Now, do you still think annihilation is the only way out?"

Itachi's pupils contracted sharply. The images were too real, so real that he could smell the blood and feel the sticky texture of the sword hilt.

“My name is Uchiha Nagi. You haven’t heard of me, and I don’t need you to know.”

When Itachi noticed you say that, a hint of gloom flashed in your eyes, as if a memory you didn't want to mention had been touched upon.

The familiar loneliness in the eyes of this stranger was like a mirror reflecting his own.

“Senior,” Itachi heard his own voice, dry and unfamiliar, “how can I, in my current state, change the Uchiha clan?”

The wind suddenly stopped, and you raised an eyebrow. This subtle expression brought your normally indifferent face to life. "Senior?" you repeated the word, the last syllable rising slightly, like a feather brushing against a weasel's eardrum.

Itachi's ears burned. He had become a captain of the ANBU at the age of thirteen, but at this moment he was as at a loss as a boy whose thoughts had been read.

“Li Nu is my current code name.” You stood with your arms crossed, the moonlight finally shining on your face and outlining its sharp features.

Your eyes are sharp as knives, and your whole being is like a drawn sword, its edge fully revealed.