Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

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Meanwhile, inside Naruto's cabin, Obito stood by the bed, his single eye beneath the mask coldly watching the blond boy enveloped in the Nine-Tails' chakra.

The room reeked of the sour smell of expired milk and instant noodles, but he had no time to care. The patterns of his Sharingan swirled in his eyes as he intensified his genjutsu.

"Stop resisting, brat." Obito's voice was deep and dangerous. "Become my tool."

Naruto writhed in pain on the bed, as the Nine-Tails' chakra surged from his body like boiling magma.

Most of the Anbu ninjas had already fallen, and the few remaining were fighting desperately against Naruto in his tailed beast form.

"We must... notify the Hokage..." A member of the Anbu coughed up blood as he struggled to form hand seals.

Obito snorted coldly, just as he was about to completely eliminate these troublesome guys, when he suddenly felt a familiar chakra fluctuation.

He turned his head sharply and, through the broken wall, saw the figure that haunted his dreams and that he hated to the extreme.

You are dressed in a long robe with red clouds and black background, carrying Madara Uchiha's scythe on your back. Your black hair flutters in the wind, and you exude an eerie and powerful aura.

“Uchiha... Nagi!” Obito’s voice came from under the mask, carrying a hint of disbelief and deep-seated shock.

Although his face was covered by a mask, it was easy to tell from his voice that this reunion had stirred up a storm in his usually calm heart.

"Long time no see!" You stood quietly not far away, a complex expression in your eyes, as if recalling those past events that had been buried by time.

The man before you is so unfamiliar, as if fate has played a cruel joke on you, pushing you to opposite ends.

The distortion of the Divine Might Space.

"Finally... I've found you." A hoarse male voice came from behind, trembling even through his mask.

You didn't turn around, but the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Five years later, that voice could still freeze your blood.

"Obito." You slowly rose, your fingers already gripping three shuriken beneath your black robe. "Are you still playing that ridiculous Eye of the Moon plan?"

The orange swirling mask gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and his Sharingan eyes stared intently at your back through the holes, as if trying to etch that image into his retina.

"Where have you been hiding for the past five years?" His voice was like sandpaper scraping. "The Akatsuki?"

You finally turned around, a mocking smile playing on your lips. "You sent White Zetsu to search the entire ninja world and couldn't find it, and now you come to ask me?"

His gaze swept over Obito's left arm, where there was a scar you left behind. "Even Hashirama's cells can't repair my cursed seal?"

Obito instinctively pressed his left arm, where a sudden burning pain suddenly appeared.

Five years ago, on the night of the Nine-Tailed Fox, your kunai pierced his arm, leaving not a wound, but a cursed seal that would activate every full moon.

“Instead of worrying about me,” Obito suddenly approached, vortexes of the Kamui dimension appearing around him, “you should worry about yourself.” His fingers almost touched your cheek, “Your Hannya power is about to give way, isn’t it?”

Your pupils suddenly contracted, how could Obito know? Unless...

Obito's laughter was deep and dangerous. "You're still the same as ever. Even though you're about to be devoured by the monster inside you, you still pretend to be in control."

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you close enough to feel his breath. "Five years ago you could suppress the Nine-Tails, but what about now?"

Your Sharingan instantly transformed into a kaleidoscope pattern, but just as you were about to activate the genjutsu, you coughed violently. Black lines spread out from under your collar and crawled up your cheeks like living things.

Obito abruptly released his grip, as if he had been burned. "As expected..." His voice suddenly became complicated, "You've already suffered the backlash."

Suddenly, an explosion came from afar, and the flames lit up half the sky. You looked in the direction of the sound and saw a small golden figure wreaking havoc in the village. The chakra cloak with four tails and the distorted face were clearly Naruto in his Nine-Tails form.

"Are you crazy?!" You grabbed Obito by the collar. "He's still a child!"

Obito let you drag him along, a cruel smile curving his lips beneath the mask. "This is how you'll show yourself, isn't it?"

His fingers traced the dark lines at the corner of your eye, "Just like five years ago."

Memories flooded back: five years ago, on the night of the Nine-Tails, he had just used his Sharingan to control the Nine-Tails to attack Konoha, but was severely injured by the Fourth Hokage.

You find Obito on the verge of death in the ruins, and your Hannya power resonates with his Sharingan, healing him as if by magic.

"You left a kiss on my mask back then." Obito's voice pulled you back to reality, his thumb rubbing heavily against your lower lip. "Why?"

You shoved him away abruptly, "To mark my prey." You turned to leap into the village, but half of your body was swallowed up by the Divine Might Space.

"Don't rush off." Obito's voice suddenly rang in your ear, his warm breath brushing against your earlobe. "Let me see if you can still suppress the Nine-Tails now."

Your left arm is still trapped in the Kamui dimension, with Obito's chakra binding you like invisible chains. In the distance, Naruto has grown his fifth tail, and the screams of Konoha ninjas are deafening.

The center of the village has become a hell. You leap between rooftops, dodging the chakra claws that Naruto in his Nine-Tails form attacks wildly. You try to get close to Naruto, but are forced back by the rampaging chakra.

Worse still, the power of Prajna was consuming his reason, and blood began to appear at the edges of his vision.

"We must...suppress the Nine-Tails first..." You bit your finger, trying to form hand seals, but Obito interrupted you.

"Need any help?" Obito stood leisurely on the high place, as if enjoying a good show.

You finally understand Obito's purpose: he wants to force you to fully unleash the power of the Prajna, just like the accident five years ago.

"As you wish." You released your hand seals, letting the black patterns spread all over your body. When the patterns converged at your brow to form a complete Hannya demon mask, a terrifying chakra no less powerful than that of the Nine-Tails erupted.

Obito's laughter stopped abruptly; he hadn't expected you to give up so readily.

"You..." His voice betrayed panic for the first time, "Are you insane? If you were completely unleashed—"

“You’ll become a true monster.” Your voice had become inhuman, echoing twice. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? Obito… or rather, ‘Uchiha Madara’?”

"You've come at the right time." Obito's voice was chillingly cold. "I'll let you see for yourself how this hypocritical village is destroyed!"

He suddenly raised his hand, and the controlled Naruto let out a roar that was not human. The Nine-Tails' chakra condensed into a huge Tailed Beast Ball, pointing directly in your direction.

The Nine-Tails suddenly let out a painful howl, and your image was reflected in its huge beast eyes, revealing fear. "The Nine-Tails... is afraid?" Obito was shocked to find that the control he had placed on the Nine-Tails was loosening.

Obito was struggling internally, his past friendships intertwined with his current hatred and obsession, plunging him into a deep contradiction.

This internal conflict didn't last long; faced with the flames of revenge, he ultimately chose the latter.

You opened your eyes wide, never expecting that Obito would try to kill you the very first moment of your reunion. The Tailed Beast Ball came hurtling towards you, and you instinctively wanted to dodge, but suddenly realized that you only had the eye power of the Six Paths, and not the body of the Six Paths that was strong enough to withstand the Tailed Beast Ball.

"Oh no..." Before he could even cross his arms in front of his chest, the Tailed Beast Ball was already within reach.

The enormous impact was like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into your body and throwing you like a kite with a broken string against a nearby building.

Your body slammed violently against the wall, producing a dull, heartbreaking sound. Then, the wall collapsed instantly under the force of the impact, and countless bricks and rubble fell like raindrops, burying you under a pile of ruins.

For a moment, the world seemed to fall silent, with only the dust rising and drifting slowly in the moonlight.

Obito stood quietly on the Hokage Rock, gazing at the ruins, his eyes behind the mask revealing a complex and unreadable expression.

He felt a pang of worry that you might have been badly injured in the attack, but he had to suppress his emotions.

Because he knows that you are now on different paths, and this battle may have been destined from the beginning to have no way out.

As the dust settled, a slight noise came from the ruins.

You struggled to your feet from the ruins, blood trickling from the corner of your mouth, its crimson color glaringly bright in the moonlight.

He had multiple injuries, and his clothes were torn in many places, revealing bruises and abrasions on his skin underneath.

"You really don't hold back." Your voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of sarcasm, but it quickly disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, Obito is no longer the boy he once was, but a vengeful man blinded by hatred.

Obito gazed in the direction you disappeared, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

When the Konoha ninja arrived, all that was left was a scene of devastation and an unconscious Naruto.

Konoha was in chaos and turmoil. Taking advantage of the chaos, you endured your injuries and quietly sneaked into a mansion.

Under the cover of night and dust, the figure nimbly avoided the fleeing crowds and the occasional patrolling ninjas.

As you cautiously enter a room in the mansion, you happen to make eye contact with a young boy.

A flicker of alertness and surprise flashed in the boy's deep black eyes. Before he could speak, you swiftly covered his mouth and gestured for him to be quiet.

You look closely at the boy in front of you and notice the two deep tear troughs on his face, as well as his Mangekyou Sharingan that radiates a mysterious light.

For some reason, you felt that the boy looked familiar, but you didn't have time to think about it at the moment. You secretly thought that something was wrong and realized that you might have fallen into the Sharingan genjutsu.

With your rich combat experience and strong mental strength, you quickly focused your mind and used a special illusion-dispelling technique to successfully escape from the illusion.

Itachi was stunned when he saw how easily you broke free from Tsukuyomi, which he had never failed before. His eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion.

As you forcibly broke free from the effects of Tsukuyomi, blood flowed from your right eye, slowly dripping down your cheek and splashing onto the ground as tiny blood flowers.

Itachi Uchiha looked you up and down, his gaze landing on your red cloud and black robe. He immediately deduced that you might come from some mysterious organization.

When he sensed the powerful yet somewhat familiar chakra aura emanating from you, he subconsciously clenched his fists, a strange tension and vigilance welling up inside him.

On a battlefield engulfed in war, he encountered a strange female ninja.

Chapter 113 - The Villain

Although a long time has passed, that scene is still deeply imprinted in his mind.

“It’s you…!” Itachi murmured, his voice carrying a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

Upon hearing Itachi's words, a look of confusion crossed your face; you couldn't understand why the boy would say such a thing.

Seeing your confused expression, Itachi slowly opened his palm, revealing three candies that had already melted and deformed lying quietly in his hand.

You look at those three candies and suddenly remember.

It turns out that the Uchiha boy in front of me is the same child who was on the battlefield back then.

Itachi smelled a strong stench of blood on you and knew that you must be seriously injured.

Although he didn't know the female ninja's intentions for infiltrating, out of a complex emotion, he turned around and took out a first-aid kit from the corner of the room, silently handing it to you.

You were stunned; you hadn't expected this Uchiha boy to do that.

After hesitating for a moment, you reached out and took the first-aid kit. "Thank you, mute child."

"My name is One Against Seven," Itachi said quietly, selectively ignoring your rather unfriendly address.

His voice was deep and calm, but his eyes revealed a hint of stubbornness.

Just as you were about to say something, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Itachi's expression changed slightly, and he quickly reacted by grabbing you and hiding you in the closet next to him.

He carefully closed the wardrobe door, making sure there were no gaps, before turning to open the bedroom door.

Five-year-old Sasuke was standing at the door, clutching a pillow. His little face was filled with fear and unease, and tears were glistening in his eyes.

"Sashige! What happened?" Itachi looked at his younger brother's disheveled appearance with worry in his heart. He asked softly, and at the same time reached out to pull Sasuke into his arms.

Sasuke sobbed and burrowed into Itachi's arms, his voice trembling as he said, "It's...it's dangerous outside! The clan members have all gone to help!"

Itachi gently stroked Sasuke's head, tenderly comforting him, "Don't be afraid, Nii-san is here."

His gaze inadvertently fell on the wardrobe, and he secretly worried that Sasuke might discover that you were hidden inside.

Fortunately, Sasuke was just a child, and with Itachi's comforting words, he quickly stopped crying and drifted off to sleep.

Itachi gently carried Sasuke to the bed, covered him with a blanket, and then turned to the wardrobe and said, "Come out."

You slowly pushed open the wardrobe door and walked out, your gaze falling on the sleeping Sasuke, then glancing at Itachi, seemingly lost in thought.

"The Nine-Tails is erupting outside, don't go out," you explained. "Also, I was just passing by when I was accidentally injured by the Tailed Beast Ball."

As Itachi listened to your words, his expression became complicated. He pondered to himself, "What do you mean by 'just accidentally injured by a Tailed Beast Ball'?"

If it were any other ordinary ninja, they would have been killed long ago by the attack of the Tailed Beast Ball, but you are still standing here and even managed to sneak into his room. This is enough to show that your strength is unfathomable.

Itachi knew that the female ninja in front of him was no ordinary character.

"I'm leaving. As for our names, we'll meet again!" After saying this, you turned around and climbed out of Itachi's window again.

Rong watched your departing figure, and was about to remind you that there was actually a main entrance, but he stopped himself from speaking.

Someone like you must have their own way of doing things and their own reasons.

Obito leaned against a tree, panting heavily, his eyes revealing a hint of exhaustion and resentment.

But at this moment, your image involuntarily appears in his mind.

Obito couldn't understand why the person he once knew had changed so drastically.

Back then, although you possessed the arrogance unique to the Uchiha clan, your eyes always sparkled with liveliness and innocence.

Now, seeing you again, it's as if a thick fog separates you, making it impossible for him to see through or grasp you. Recalling the moment when he controlled the Nine-Tails to unleash a Tailed Beast Ball at you, Obito felt a deep sense of shame.

He saw the surprise and disappointment flash in your eyes. In that instant, he felt like a traitor, betraying the friendship and those beautiful memories.

His hands clenched unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms, and a wave of self-reproach washed over him.

"What have I done..." Obito muttered to himself, his voice filled with pain and regret.