Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

"You'll stay with me from now on," you said softly, your voice carrying a hint of tenderness.

The ninja cat rubbed its head against your cheek and let out a soft meow.

Meanwhile, in Ban's room, he was sitting on the bed with his eyes closed, his forehead covered in sweat.

This ninja cat was created by him using the clone technique. Because there is a connection between the clone and the original body, he could clearly feel Nagina's cool fingers stroking the fur of his clone, as well as the touch from her skin.

This intimate contact made Ban's heart race and his breathing become rapid.

Madara wanted to shut down the synesthesia between his clone and Nagi, but deep down he craved the feeling of closeness with her and couldn't bear to sever this subtle connection.

He struggled in agony, his love surging like a tide in his heart, yet he could not express it, and could only bear this sweet yet painful torment alone.

Gradually, his consciousness was overwhelmed by a heavy drowsiness, and he slowly drifted into a dream.

A world enveloped in a soft halo of light. Madara Uchiha's gaze suddenly froze, his heart clenching. Nagi Uchiha was standing quietly not far away.

He suddenly stretched out his arms and pulled her tightly into his embrace with almost frantic force.

In that instant, Nagi's body temperature seeped through her clothes.

Madara lowered his head slightly, his nose lightly touching Nagi's hair, his gaze fixed intently on Nagi's face.

The burning passion and endless longing in her eyes were like a raging fire, as if they would burn her whole being to ashes.

Then, his lips slowly descended, like a soft feather, carrying endless tenderness and longing, gently pressing against Nagi's cool forehead, and then leaving delicate and affectionate kiss marks along her eyebrows, the corners of her eyes, and the bridge of her nose.

At first, Nagi's body was slightly stiff, as if she was startled by the sudden passion, but she slowly softened under Madara's ardent and affectionate advances.

Her hands unconsciously and slowly climbed up Ban's neck, her fingers gently inserting into his thick, messy hair, applying slight pressure.

No longer satisfied with this fleeting tenderness, Madara gently pried open Nagi's teeth, probed with his tongue, and intertwined with hers. For a moment, their breaths mingled together, rapid and heavy.

Madara's hands began to slowly roam over Nagi's back, moving down gently to grasp her slender waist, which seemed so delicate it could be held in one hand.

The delicate touch stirred an irresistible impulse and desire within him, and he held Nagi even tighter, their bodies pressed together without leaving a single gap.

The emotions that were usually deeply suppressed ran wild like a runaway horse, making Ban's behavior increasingly unrestrained.

He unbuttoned Nagi's clothes and slipped his hand inside, each touch feeling like an electric current coursing through his body from his fingertips.

Madara buried his head in Nagi's neck, his hot breath spraying onto her sensitive skin, just as he was about to penetrate even deeper.

A blinding ray of light suddenly pierced his dream like a sharp blade, jolting him awake. Before him lay the familiar yet cold room, and the atmosphere of loneliness instantly overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

He sighed helplessly, slowly got up, and began to clean up the mess left by his dream that night.

Chapter 17 Dream

You gently stroke the cat's fur, the smooth touch slipping through your fingertips. After a quick tidying up, you carry the ninja cat into the clan's corridor.

Sunlight streamed through the colonnades, cutting out bright streaks of light, and dust particles in the air danced freely in the light.

Just then, Madara was walking towards them. Neither of them stopped walking, but their eyes briefly met when they crossed paths.

It was this brief eye contact that made you feel that Ban's gaze towards you today seemed excessively dark and oppressive.

Although you have doubts in your heart, you are too busy with your own tasks to investigate them in depth.

Upon entering the council chamber, the lively atmosphere momentarily froze.

With her sharp eyes, Chuanlan spotted the ninja cat in your arms at a glance and exclaimed excitedly, "Elder Nagi, is this your ninja cat? So cute!"

Her voice broke the brief silence, and everyone's eyes turned to the ninja cat in your arms.

The moment Uchiha Inori saw the ninja cat, she involuntarily exclaimed, "Isn't this...?"

You immediately turned your head, staring at him, "What is it?"

At that moment, Qi Ye saw Liang Ying and Izuna constantly giving her meaningful glances, and instantly understood their deeper meaning.

He quickly changed his tune, "No, it's nothing."

You noticed their subtle interaction, gave them a scrutinizing look, and asked with a hint of suspicion, "Do you know this ninja cat?"

As if they had rehearsed beforehand, the three answered in unison, "We don't know them."

Their voices echoed in the air, sounding somewhat weak and uneasy.

You ignored them, found a quiet corner to sit down, and patiently waited for the meeting to begin. Your fingers unconsciously stroked the back of the ninja cat, but your thoughts had already drifted far away.

Madara Uchiha returned alone to the place where he and Hashirama had skipped stones on the water.

Everything here is still familiar; the babbling brook seems to tell of past joys and carefree days, and a gentle breeze rustles the grass on the bank.

Not long after, Hashirama's figure appeared in Madara's field of vision.

Hashirama walked over with steady steps, his face bearing his usual gentle smile. But Madara keenly sensed that beneath that smile, Hashirama's eyes revealed an unprecedented firmness and depth.

The two exchanged a glance, and without much small talk, walked together to the riverbank and picked up stones from the ground, just like they always had.

Just as the two were quietly watching the water and preparing to skip stones, Hashirama broke the silence.

He gazed into the distance and said slowly, "Madara, I've been thinking a lot lately about why our ninja world is always filled with war and killing. Can't there be a place where everyone can live in peace?"

Madara paused slightly, looked up at Hashirama, and said nothing, but a hint of doubt and contemplation flashed in his eyes.

Hashirama continued, "I want to establish a ninja village, a place where all ninjas can gather together, live together, and protect together. There, people will no longer fight each other for the benefit of their clans, but will strive for a common home and a dream of peace."

Hashirama's voice was filled with passion and longing, as if he could already see the ideal ninja village rising up before his eyes.

Madara was deeply moved by Hashirama's words.

He thought of the relatives and friends he had lost in the war, and the tragic plight of those innocent people who were displaced by the war, and a wave of emotion washed over him.

Madara knew that the peace Hashirama spoke of was also a long-held desire of his own, though he had never expressed it so clearly before.

The two stood by the river and talked for a long time.

They talked about what the future ninja village would look like, and discussed how to get the various clans to put aside their hatred and fight together for peace.

From ninja training methods to village defense systems, from children's education to food distribution, every detail was within the scope of their discussions.

At that moment, they seemed to forget that they were the young clan leaders of the Senju and Uchiha clans, and were just two young people with the same dream, envisioning a bright future.

While they were engrossed in their dreams for the future, Tobirama and Izuna were hiding in the nearby woods, quietly watching their every move.

Tobirama's eyes revealed a hint of worry and vigilance. He knew that the hatred between the Uchiha and Senju had a long history, and that such a private meeting, if discovered, would inevitably cause a huge uproar.

Izuna clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with anger and resentment. He couldn't understand why his brother was getting so close to the Senju people.

However, neither of them acted rashly; they simply observed silently, waiting for the right opportunity.

Before we knew it, the sun had gradually set in the west, and the horizon was dyed a magnificent red.

Madara and Hashirama knew it was time to part ways.

They looked at each other, their eyes revealing a mixture of reluctance and determination.

Just then, Hashirama took out the stone he used to skip stones from his pocket and handed it to Madara. "Madara, let this stone be a memento of our conversation today. I hope we can both remember this dream about peace."

Ban paused for a moment, then took the stone and held it tightly in his hand.

He also took out his own stone from his clothes and handed it to Hashirama. "Hashirama, you're right. We must strive for peace. This stone is for you too. When we meet next time, we must take another step towards this goal."

The two waved goodbye and turned to leave.

Hashirama walked toward the Senju clan's encampment with a slightly heavy heart.

Throughout the journey, his conversation with Ban kept echoing in his mind, filled with both anticipation for the future and worry about his father and family's reaction.

When he entered the council chamber, he saw his father, Senju Butsuma, and his younger brother, Tobirama, sitting there waiting for him with serious expressions.

Senju Butsuma's eyes revealed a hint of sternness and anger. He stared intently at Hashirama and loudly questioned, "Who did you meet today?"

Hashirama's heart tightened; he knew his father already knew about his meeting with Madara.

He lowered his head, remained silent, and unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes with both hands.

"That boy is Madara, the young clan leader of the Uchiha clan. You already know who he is, yet you conceal the truth. How are you any different from those traitors?"

Senju Butsuma's voice was filled with disappointment and anger; every word was like a heavy hammer, striking Hashirama's heart.

The charge of traitor was too heavy, and tears welled up in Hashirama's eyes. He wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know where to begin.

Seeing Hashirama's aggrieved expression, Tobirama felt a pang of pity.

He quickly spoke up to stop the monk, "Father, my elder brother has just been misled. He has always been thinking of our family; he must have his own reasons."

Tobirama's voice carried a hint of anxiety and concern as he tried to help Hashirama out of his predicament.

Hashirama unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes, his heart filled with conflict and pain.

He knew his father's concerns were not unfounded. The hatred between the Senju and Uchiha clans was deep-rooted, and his private meeting with Madara could easily arouse the dissatisfaction and suspicion of the clan.

But he also firmly believes that the peace he and Ban pursue is not an unattainable dream. As long as both sides can put aside their hatred and work together, it will surely be achieved.

Senju Butsuma looked at Hashirama's silent expression and sighed deeply. "It's alright. Next time you meet that boy, Tobirama and I will accompany you. As long as you capture him, I can let bygones be bygones."

After saying that, he got up and left the council chamber.

Hashirama silently wiped away his tears, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Tobirama walked to his side and asked with some concern, "Big brother? Are you alright?"

Hashirama waved his hand to indicate that he was alright. He took out the stone that Madara had given him from his pocket, looked down at it, and fell into deep thought.

He knew he had to find a way to protect Ban while also getting his father to understand his thoughts.

Meanwhile, Madara returned to the Uchiha clan's residence.

Tajima and Izuna were sitting inside waiting for him.

Looking at his outstanding eldest son, Uchiha Tajima was filled with mixed emotions.

He knew that Ban was a man of strong will, and once he made up his mind about something, it was hard to change it.

However, the hatred between the Uchiha and Senju was irreconcilable, and he did not want Madara to put himself in danger because of a momentary impulse.

"I already know about your affair with the young Senju clan leader. When you meet again, Izuna and I will accompany you. Think it over carefully."

Tajima's voice carried a hint of helplessness and authority. He hoped that Madara could understand his good intentions and not lose his way because of momentary emotions.

Ban nodded slightly without saying anything.

He knew that sooner or later his meeting with Hashirama would be discovered, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

His heart was filled with contradictions and confusion. On one hand, there was his deep friendship with Hashirama and his longing for peace; on the other hand, there was his family's responsibility and expectations. He didn't know how to choose.

Before he knew it, Madara arrived at Uchiha Nagi's mansion.

Hearing the commotion outside, you opened the door and saw that Ban looked lost and dejected. You didn't say much, but simply invited Ban to come inside and sit down.

You turn around to make tea for Ban, but Ban suddenly grabs your wrist.

"Stay with me." Ban's voice carried a hint of weariness and helplessness.

You paused for a moment, then nodded and sat down next to Ban.

He told you everything that happened today, including Hashirama's idea of ​​establishing a ninja village and how the clan discovered it.

You listened silently, without interrupting Ban.

After Ban finished speaking, he looked up at you, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness. "What should I do?"

A hint of contemplation and concern flickered in your eyes. "I don't know. If you don't want the young Thousand Hands Clan Chief to be captured, you can give him a heads-up when you meet him."

Your words stirred something in Ban's heart, and he raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

This is indeed a solution, although it cannot fundamentally solve the problem, it can at least temporarily protect the safety of the pillars.

Madara took out the stone he had exchanged with Hashirama from his clothes and held it tightly in his hand.

He looked at the stone and seemed to see Hashirama's resolute gaze and his unwavering pursuit of peace.

He knew he couldn't give up like this. No matter how difficult the road ahead, he would walk with Hashirama and strive for that seemingly unattainable dream of peace.

A few days later, as arranged by your former subordinates, you went to the agreed location to meet the marriage prospect of the Hyuga clan.

In the courtyard, a Hyuga clansman dressed in a white robe had been waiting for a long time.

He has delicate features, but his eyes reveal the arrogance unique to the Hyuga clan. When he sees you, he nods slightly as a greeting.

"Lord Nagi, I've long admired your name." His voice carried a hint of deliberate indifference.

"Young clan leader, what are your thoughts on this marriage alliance?" You sized up the young man before you.