Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

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You must have had a purpose in saving Rin, and it's almost impossible for her to return to Konoha unharmed.

Her promise was nothing but a white lie.

The atmosphere in the dark and damp cave grew increasingly heavy and oppressive.

Madara Uchiha's physical aura was weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

During this period, Obito devoted himself wholeheartedly to learning and understanding Madara's ninjutsu and philosophy.

He studied day and night, constantly honing his skills, and gradually mastered everything that Ban had taught him.

"From today onwards, you are Uchiha Madara."

Obito slowly put on the vortex mask. Behind the mask, his eyes were complex and profound, showing both confusion about the future and unwavering determination.

He picked up the Uchiha fan and walked out, just in time to run into you after you finished buying tofu skin sushi.

During this period, you met less and less often.

While Obito was busy preparing for his new plan, you, worried about Madara's condition, chose to stay by his side and take care of him during his final moments.

It's as if you're in two different worlds, each going your own way.

When you rushed back to the cave, Obito was just about to leave.

As they brushed past each other at the cave entrance, Obito suddenly stopped, as if pulled back by an invisible force.

"Uchiha Nagi!" Obito turned around and called out to you, his voice carrying a complex emotion that was barely perceptible through his mask.

You turned around in confusion, a hint of surprise flashing in your eyes, waiting for him to say something next.

"Where do you plan to go after the old man dies?" Obito asked, his gaze fixed on your face, trying to find an answer in your expression.

"Me?" You lower your head slightly, looking at your palm, as if trying to find the direction of the future from those lines.

"I don't know where I'm going either."

Obito looked at you quietly without saying a word.

You raise your head and look into the depths of the cave, as if you can see Ban's weak figure through the darkness. "Let's take it one step at a time."

Obito nodded slightly, seemingly understanding your confusion.

For a moment, you fell silent, with only the faint sound of dripping water echoing in the quiet air.

You broke the silence first, "And you? Now that you've become the new 'Uchiha Madara,' what are your plans?"

Obito's eyes hardened: "I will inherit his will and complete the Tsukuyomi plan."

"Really? Then I wish you success!"

Obito didn't respond, he just gave you a deep look, then turned and left.

His footsteps echoed in the cave, gradually fading into the distance.

Watching his departing figure until the sound completely disappeared, you finally came to your senses and continued walking in the direction of Ban.

You gently walked to Madara's side, placed the sushi on a nearby stone, and reached out to grasp Madara's broad but now weak hand.

Ban seemed to sense something, her eyelids twitched slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

The eyes that once exuded endless majesty and power are now filled with weariness and weakness.

His gaze swept around the cave, and he asked in a weak but expectant voice, "He's gone?"

You nodded without saying anything, but you gripped Ban's hand even tighter.

Ban looked at you with a tender look in his eyes. He raised his hand with difficulty and gently stroked your soft hair.

"My time is running out." His voice was as soft as a leaf falling in the wind, yet it landed heavily on your heart.

Your eyes instantly reddened, tears welled up, and you bit your lip desperately, trying to hold back the sorrow that was about to burst forth. "I know."

"Uchiha Nagi," Madara whispered your name.

You nestled against Ban's chest, feeling his faint heartbeat, as if that could hold onto his fading life.

Madara's gaze gradually deepened and became more profound. He slowly spoke, "There is another eye technique in the ninja world that is more powerful than the Mangekyou Sharingan. It requires the chakra of both Indra and Ashura to be activated, and one must have a complete understanding of life and death."

Ban pinches your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

Then, he placed a hand over your eyes, and a warm and powerful chakra slowly emanated from his palm.

"Madara!" you exclaimed, trying to struggle, but were stopped by Ban's resolute gaze.

"Before I died, I obtained Hashirama's cells. Now I possess the chakra of both Indra and Ashura. I have transferred this chakra to you. As for whether you can awaken the Rinnegan, that depends on yourself."

Ban's voice grew fainter and fainter, but every word was clearly audible.

Madara hugged you tightly one last time, as if he wanted to meld you into his body, "If the Tsukuyomi Plan cannot bring peace, then you will fulfill my dream of peace, right?"

Madara knew long ago that you did not agree with the idea of ​​Infinite Tsukuyomi. At first, he was very angry about this, thinking that you did not understand his good intentions and great vision.

But as time went by, through the little things we did together, he gradually began to understand your thoughts and concerns.

Tears welled up in your eyes and fell silently onto Ban. You nodded frantically and choked out, "I will."

"Since you've already provoked me, don't fall in love with anyone else, Uchiha Nagi. You're mine, and you must wait for me to be resurrected."

Ban's tone carried a hint of obsession and resentment, his last lingering attachment to this world and his obsession with you.

Finally, his arm slowly slid down, and he closed his eyes in your arms.

You could no longer hold back and burst into tears, your sobs echoing through the cave, filled with endless grief and reluctance.

You cried for a long time, your voice became hoarse, and you almost ran out of tears.

You stood up and used all your strength to lift Ban's body, walking step by step toward the coffin that had been prepared.

Gently place Ban in the coffin, tidy his clothes, and make him look as if he were just sleeping peacefully.

You close the coffin lid yourself, and then take the coffin to the deepest part of the cave.

There, you used ninjutsu to dig a huge tomb and slowly lowered the coffin into it.

After burying Ban, you stood in front of the grave for a long time, unwilling to leave.

Your hands trembled slightly as you sorted through Ban's belongings.

Apart from a cold sickle, all that remains is the wooden carving that was once given to Ban.

The wood carving was well preserved by the spots, and the texture on it was still clearly visible.

Looking at this wood carving, a feeling of sadness wells up in your heart.

Just then, the kaleidoscope in your eyes suddenly began to change, and a sharp pain came from your eyes, so you couldn't help but cover them.

His eyes widened suddenly, and his Mangekyou Sharingan underwent a dramatic transformation. Complex patterns rapidly rotated and rearranged, with concentric circles appearing one after another.

A powerful force surged through my body like a raging tide, impacting every meridian and causing excruciating pain that felt like it was tearing me apart.

"So this is true power!"

The power contained in those eyes is a huge variable, both in this turbulent ninja world and in the plans that are about to unfold.

You bent down to pick up the wooden carving from the ground, then hung it on your waist, and then picked up the sickle left by Ban and carried it on your back.

Once again donning the Akatsuki's red auspicious cloud black robe, the wide hem fluttered in the wind, the red auspicious cloud pattern standing out conspicuously in the dim environment, like flames burning in the night.

From today onwards, you are just a raccoon dog.

Deep within the Hidden Sound Village, in a secluded laboratory, groans of pain and eerie sounds emanate from time to time. This is Orochimaru's sinister lair after his betrayal of Konoha.

They recklessly conduct forbidden human experiments, attempting to break through the boundaries of life and pursue that twisted method of immortality.

As a survivor of the Kaguya clan, he struggled to survive in loneliness and pain until Orochimaru appeared and gave him what he called "meaning" and "faith".

In Kimimaro's heart, Orochimaru was the light that illuminated his dark world, and for this reason, he was willing to carry out Orochimaru's every order by any means necessary, even if his hands were stained with blood.

As usual, Kimimaro hurriedly returned to Otogakure with the captured survivors.

The moment he stepped into the village, a figure appeared in front of him without warning.

You stood there quietly, your slender figure radiating an invisible sense of oppression.

Kimimaro's alarm bells rang loudly; his years of combat experience made him keenly aware of the danger posed by the girl before him.

He instinctively wanted to turn and run away, but before he could make a move, the ground suddenly trembled violently, and several metal shackles burst out of the ground, wrapping around him with a fierce aura.

Kimimaro dodged the sudden attack with a swift movement, and at the same time, his body rapidly changed, instantly revealing the unique Shikotsumyaku (Corpse Bone Pulse) of the Kaguya clan.

Thick, sharp bone spurs grew from his arms, back, and other parts of his body, gleaming a pale white light in the dim light.

"What beautiful bones!" You stood not far away, witnessing Kimimaro's transformation, and murmured to yourself with a slight smile.

There was no fear in his tone, but rather a hint of admiration, which sent chills down one's spine.

Kimimaro stared intently at you, trying to decipher your intentions from your expression and eyes, but he gained nothing except for that mocking look.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to see Orochimaru." You seemed to sense Kimimaro's wariness, crossed your arms, and said in a flippant tone.

Kimimaro snorted coldly. How could he easily bring this dangerous person to Orochimaru's presence?

Without a word, he moved swiftly, the bone spike in his hand whistling through the air as it pierced your throat.

"What a wicked fellow!"

You quickly formed hand seals, "Lightning Release: Instant Lightning Strike!" In an instant, your figure disappeared from the spot and appeared next to Kimimaro the next second.

Kimimaro felt a flash of lightning before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his arm. He looked down and saw that the thickest bone spur had been easily broken by the lightning-attribute chakra in your hand.

At the moment his bones broke, Kimimaro didn't feel much pain; instead, he was deeply shocked.

He never imagined that someone could break his Corpse Bone Meridian so easily, and with such ruthless methods.

In that instant, for the first time, he felt a sense of powerlessness towards someone, a sense of defeat that made him lack the courage to fight.

You saw through Kimimaro's thoughts and knew that it was unlikely you would get Orochimaru's whereabouts from this loyal fellow today.

You don't want to waste too much time here, after all, Orochimaru isn't so easy to find.

"Next time I come, you prickly boy!"

Leaving those words behind, he turned and disappeared into the darkness of the Sound Village in a few leaps, leaving Kimimaro standing alone, gazing in the direction you left, motionless for a long time.

Nohara Rin rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, revealing her slender yet strong forearms, as she skillfully flipped a frying pan in front of the stove.

The aroma of fried eggs mingled with the rich flavor of miso soup, filling the simple kitchen.

"It'll be ready soon." Lin turned around and smiled, her short brown hair swaying gently with her movements. Five years had worn away the childishness on her face, but it had made her gentleness even more refined.

Yahiko sat cross-legged at the low table, his fingers tapping the surface unconsciously. His orange hair was much longer than it had been five years ago. "It smells so good. Rin's cooking has improved again."

Nagato sat quietly in the corner, his red hair falling to his shoulders, his Rinnegan slightly obscured by the wisps of hair on his forehead.

An ancient book lay open in front of him, but his gaze unconsciously drifted toward the kitchen. "Hmm...it really smells delicious."

Xiao Nan was folding paper, and a blue paper flower slowly took shape at her fingertips. She looked up at her two male companions and smiled slightly. "You two are practically drooling."

The three of them smiled at each other, and a rare relaxed atmosphere filled the air.

Over the past five years, the Akatsuki organization has established a firm foothold in Amegakure and its membership has gradually increased, but the core members still maintain this simple and warm way of getting along.

Chapter 95 Bento Box

Lin packed the last bento box, turned around and walked to the dining table. The bento box contained rice balls, fried eggs, a few slices of grilled fish and some pickled vegetables. Although it was simple, it was full of heart.

"Here you go, Yahiko-kun." Rin smiled and pushed the bento box toward the orange-haired youth.

Yahiko's eyes lit up, and he reached out to take it, but a dark shadow swept past like a gust of wind.

Before they knew it, the bento box had changed hands, held steadily by a slender, fair hand.

"This looks pretty good."

They looked up abruptly, their gaze following the hand upwards to a beautiful, almost sharp face with a cynical smile playing on its lips.

The three tomoe in the captivating Sharingan slowly rotated, carrying a hint of mockery and danger.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"What, you've forgotten me after five years?" Your lazy voice broke the silence.

Leaning casually against the wall, you open your lunchbox, pick up a fried egg, and pop it into your mouth with a fluid motion, as if you've rehearsed it a thousand times.

Yahiko's hand was still frozen in mid-air. The slightly childish girl from five years ago had now fully grown up, her arrogance in her eyes and brows was even more unrestrained, and her every move carried a suffocating evil.