Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Uchiha Yoshihide was surrounded, and the enemy's attacks came like a tidal wave, making it increasingly difficult for him to defend himself.

His figure looked somewhat disheveled, his clothes soaked with sweat, which mingled with blood.

The enemy's attacks came at him like a storm, and Liang Ying gradually became overwhelmed and began to stagger.

Uchiha Su caught a glimpse of Ryoei's perilous situation during the fierce battle, and his heart tightened.

Without the slightest hesitation, he resolutely abandoned the enemy in front of him and sped off towards Liang Ying.

He moved at incredible speed, leaving shallow craters in the ground beneath his feet, and the dust he kicked up drifted in the wind.

Just as Liang Ying was about to be stabbed by the enemy's blade, Uchiha Suku's body suddenly shoved Liang Ying aside, while his sword desperately blocked the enemy's attack.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The sound of metal clashing echoed across the battlefield, sparks flying everywhere.

However, there were too many enemies, and under a fierce attack, a sharp blade broke through his defenses and pierced deep into his abdomen.

Leng Xi was engaged in fierce combat with the enemy not far away.

He keenly sensed the perilous situation and instantly unleashed a powerful force, swiftly slaying the surrounding enemies before rushing towards Su and Liangying without regard for his own safety.

Liangying held the dying Su in her arms, her eyes filled with disbelief and despair.

"Why?" His voice trembled, as if his soul had been ripped out.

Su's face was as pale as paper, and every breath seemed incredibly difficult.

"Cough cough cough... Liangying, you deserve this." Su forced a smile, but blood gushed out with each cough.

With his last bit of strength, Su raised his hand and dug out his two-tomoe Sharingan, handing it to Liangying, saying, "Protect the Uchiha."

His blood still stained his eyes, making them appear especially tragic.

"Lengxi, tell your sister not to..." His voice grew weaker and weaker, and before he could finish speaking, the breath of life had already dissipated from his body, and his head tilted limply to one side.

Uchiha Rei-xi and Uchiha Ryo-ei watched as Uchiha Su's body gradually lost its life force, tears welling up in their eyes.

Their cries echoed across the battlefield, filled with endless grief and despair.

Liangying held Uchiha Su's body tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably, his heart filled with self-blame and regret.

He kept blaming himself for being so weak, for letting Uchiha Suku die to save him.

Uchiha Rei knelt to the side, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood flowing down between his fingers.

His heart was filled with anger and sorrow—anger at the cruel war and sorrow at the loss of his dear friend.

The shouts of battle around them seemed to gradually fade away, and the whole world seemed to consist only of them and Su, who had already left.

Liangying held Su's body tightly, as if Su could come back if she didn't let go.

His tears kept dripping onto Su Bing's cold face, mixing with the blood.

"Su, wake up! We promised to go back together!" His voice was already hoarse, but he kept calling out.

Leng Xi pounded the ground with his fists, his blood staining the earth red.

"It's all my fault! I should have come sooner!" he shouted in self-reproach.

When the clansmen arrived, they saw two boys holding Su's body and weeping uncontrollably.

The two-hour memorial service slowly passed, and the clansmen gradually left Uchiha Suku's tombstone.

Their figures faded into the distance in the rain, leaving only silence behind.

After everyone had left, your figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the woods.

As you approach the tombstone, you slowly crouch down and gently sit down.

You lowered your eyes, and tears fell silently onto the cold tombstone.

All the indifference and coldness vanished in the deep longing for her brother; at this moment, you are nothing more than an older sister who has lost her brother.

Tears mingled with rain, clear tears streaming down your fair cheeks, indistinguishable from rain.

Just then, a warm palm gently wiped away the tears on your face.

You were slightly startled, and slowly raised your head, only to see Uchiha Madara holding a black umbrella, looking at you with concern.

The drizzle was kept out by the umbrella, creating a small, tranquil world.

"It's getting late." Madara Uchiha's voice was gentle yet firm. He extended his hand to you, his eyes filled with concern.

I don't know why Ban is here, but his appearance brings a touch of warmth to my heart in this sad moment.

Gazing quietly into Ban's eyes, after a moment, you place your hand in Ban's palm.

Ban held your hand tightly and led you step by step away from the cemetery and toward the clan's territory.

You didn't speak the whole way; the only sounds were the raindrops hitting the umbrella and your footsteps.

Raindrops splashed on the umbrella, and a gentle breeze caused a mist to form on my eyes.

The two were so close they could almost hear each other's breathing. Madara's keen sense of smell carried the faint scent of bitter medicine back to their first meeting.

Falling in love with someone doesn't need much explanation; just a fleeting glance is enough to make one feel sweet and content.

Just like his love for you, it arose without warning and deepened over time.

Ban led you back to his own mansion, saying, "Dry your hair first, so you don't catch a cold."

You took the towel and silently surveyed everything in the room.

The interior was very clean and tidy, with every item placed perfectly, reflecting the owner's meticulousness.

In a corner of the living room, a stack of draft spells was piled on an antique table.

As you approach, you see that the handwriting on the drafts is neat and tidy, and Ban stands quietly to the side, watching you curiously examine everything.

Madara Uchiha's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. He allowed your gaze to wander around the room without any obstruction.

You enter the study and see the bookshelves filled with densely packed books and scrolls, arranged in order of category, era, and importance, so neatly that it is astonishing.

Gently pull out an ancient book, turn the pages, and you'll find dense yet well-organized notes inside, each annotation demonstrating the owner's reverence and dedication to knowledge.

After looking around for a while, you returned to the living room and sat opposite Ban.

Ban bowed slightly, picked up the teapot, and poured steaming hot tea into your cup, the aroma of which instantly filled the air.

"Thank you." Your voice sounded particularly clear in the quiet space, yet it carried a hint of detachment.

Madara Uchiha gently set down the teapot, leaning forward slightly. "Is it really just a thank you?"

His eyes were fixed on you, his gaze burning as if it were about to ignite.

You felt that intense gaze and subconsciously lowered your eyes, your long eyelashes casting a shadow under your eyelids as you avoided Ban's gaze.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room becomes subtle. The relationship between you and him is like a transparent veil, seemingly clear yet elusive.

Ban chuckled softly, a hint of amusement and self-deprecation in his voice. "Alright, I was being presumptuous."

His voice echoed in the quiet room, carrying a hint of helplessness and loneliness.

The atmosphere inside grew increasingly ambiguous, while the rain outside continued to fall softly, pattering against the window and forming winding streaks of water.

You put down your teacup and looked at Ban. "I should leave now."

Upon hearing this, Madara Uchiha simply stood up silently and approached you.

You noticed Ban's approach and turned to look at him. You saw a deep affection and longing in his eyes.

Those eyes were like a bottomless abyss, drawing you in without you even realizing it.

Madara Uchiha held you tightly around the waist, his embrace warm and strong. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, his breath spraying onto your skin, bringing a tingling sensation.

"Madara!" You had already guessed that Ban's feelings for you were unusual, but his actions were still bolder than you could have imagined.

"You said you liked me that day." Although Ban's voice wasn't loud, it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet atmosphere.

"I was just joking, don't take it seriously!" You panicked instantly, never expecting that your casual teasing remark would be taken so seriously by Madara.

Ban, however, seemed not to hear your explanation and continued, "Are we lovers now?"

You were startled and tried to bring Ban to your senses, saying, "I was just saying it casually, don't take it to heart, besides, you're still young!"

"I'm not young anymore, I know my own feelings," Ban interrupted you.

You frowned, filled with regret, knowing that you had unintentionally stirred up trouble you shouldn't have.

"This might be a momentary impulse; emotions during battle can create illusions," you try to persuade Madara.

"No, this is not an illusion." Ban's arms tightened even more.

“If you insist on thinking that way, at least… we should wait until your coming-of-age ceremony,” you said, changing your perspective.

There are still three years left...

Ban whispered in your ear, "So you mean to accept it on the day of your coming-of-age ceremony?" He emphasized the last three words, as if they carried a hint of warning.

The thought that today is the anniversary of Uchiha Soku's death still lingers in my heart, leaving me feeling utterly exhausted.

At this moment, Ban's embrace makes you feel a long-lost warmth, like finding a ray of dawn in the cold night.

You are extremely conflicted. On the one hand, you are afraid that Ban's intense emotions will devour you, but on the other hand, you crave this moment of warmth and comfort.

You must be crazy. Knowing the danger, you can't help yourself and have such selfish thoughts, wanting to stay in Madara's arms a little longer, even if it's just for a brief moment.

Madara Uchiha released his hand, and you turned back to look at him deeply, with a hint of lingering affection in your eyes.

Turning around, you resolutely left Ban's mansion.

Ban stood there, his hands still warm from the embrace, and he could almost still smell the unique bitter medicine scent on you.

It was late at night when I left Ban's mansion.

The moonlight cast a silvery frost on the stone paths of the clan's territory. You wrapped yourself tightly in your black cloak, the scent of incense still lingering in your hair.

Returning to your dwelling on the edge of the clan's territory, you will see a familiar figure.

Uchiha Rei was leaning against the mottled wall with his arms crossed.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly raised his head, his eyes gleaming coldly in the moonlight. "I thought you wouldn't show up on the anniversary of Su's death."

Your fingertips trembled slightly as you gazed at the faint curse mark on Leng Xi's neck, recalling the time when the two of you worked together in the old department many years ago.

You used to talk about everything, until Su's death, everything changed.

You didn't respond to Leng Xi, but pushed the door open directly, the hinges making a jarring creaking sound.

“By the way,” Leng Xi suddenly spoke, her voice exceptionally clear in the quiet night, “don’t you want to resolve the issue of the cold poison among the old subordinates?”

Your body stiffened abruptly, and you turned to look at Leng Xi. "What did you say?"

The cold poison haunted you for years, and in your search for an antidote, you betrayed your former self for five years, traversing countless dangerous places, but to no avail.

"The Crimson Flame Spirit Herb of the Wind Kingdom's royal family, this is all I can do to help you."

You stare at the spot where Cold Creek disappears, and the image of the Wind Kingdom filled with endless yellow sand comes to mind.

Taking a deep breath, you quickly composed yourself and immediately headed to the hawkish council chamber, using your status as an elder to summon your undercover agents.

"Head to the Land of Wind immediately to gather information about the Crimson Flame Spirit Herb. Be extremely cautious and do not alert the enemy!"

Moonlight streamed through the glass windows of the council chamber, casting dappled shadows on your face. The footsteps of the undercover agent, having received his orders, faded into the night.

When you return home, slam the door shut behind you.

The candlelight inside the room flickered in the draft. Gazing at Su's portrait on the wall, the cold poison not only eroded your body but also tormented your will.

To protect the Uchiha clan, to fulfill his younger brother's last wish, and to find true power.

What happened today is so surreal—Ban's intentions, the clues brought by Lengxi.

Fate is constantly reminding you that you must break the chaos in the ninja world.

You sit down at the table and spread out the parchment. The situation in the Wind Kingdom is currently complicated, with open and covert struggles among the royal families. If you want to obtain the Crimson Flame Spirit Herb, you must personally get involved.

What identity should I assume...?

"You mean the clan leader asked Lady Nagi and me to teach the young masters illusion techniques?" Uchiha Masami heard some incredible news from Kang Dao.

“Yes, Makoto.” Uchiha Kodo said without changing his expression.

Uchiha Mami suddenly felt a headache coming on. "Those young masters are all renowned geniuses. They probably know more about genjutsu than I do. What else is there to teach them? By the way, does Lord Nagi know about this?"

Kang Dao was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't know yet. I'm entrusting this difficult task to you."

"what--!"