Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

The unknown existence that could directly influence or even control the parasites within his body overwhelmed him with shock and curiosity.

He looked into your dark eyes and almost blurted out, his voice trembling with a mixture of academic fervor and a certain secret excitement, "Right now... I have two topics that fascinate me."

You tilted your head slightly, a strange look flashing in your eyes, as if you hadn't quite caught up with his leaping train of thought.

Shino was completely unaware of the potential ambiguity in her words, and simply followed her heart, stating each word clearly.

“One is an insect.” He paused, his sunglasses reflecting your image precisely. “The other is your eyes right now.”

He wanted to see what secrets were hidden deep within those eyes that could cause him and his insects to react so strangely.

He was simply stating a researcher's findings and goals, purely and directly.

However, using words like "fascinated" and "your eyes" inevitably carries an indescribable air of ambiguity.

You looked at him silently for a few seconds, seemingly processing his words, and finally, you simply replied calmly, "It seems like an honor."

You clearly misunderstood Shino's words as some kind of academic praise, or simply a poetic expression, without delving into their subtleties.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Naruto, who was standing to the side, didn't quite understand what was going on, but he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

He immediately spread his arms, blocking you and Shino, and shouted, "This topic seems to be getting more and more off-topic! Didn't we come here to have fun?!"

"Where are you planning to go?" Shino Aburame asked with a hint of barely perceptible curiosity. Freed from the constraints of the classroom, even the air seemed to have become a little freer.

You crossed your arms, glanced around at the surrounding street, and finally shook your head. "I haven't decided yet."

Skipping class is more like an escape from boredom; as for what to do specifically, you have no clear plan.

"How about this!" Naruto's eyes lit up as he thought of a method he considered absolutely fair. "Let's play rock-paper-scissors! Whoever wins gets to decide! How about that?"

He excitedly waved his fist, clearly confident in his luck.

Since Shino didn't care where she was going anyway, she nodded. You didn't comment on it, which was considered tacit approval.

So, in a secluded corner outside the walls of Konoha, three truant problem students engaged in a sacred game of rock-paper-scissors to decide their next move.

Rock, paper, scissors!

The result was as expected: Naruto Uzumaki won with his signature cloth.

"Yay! We won!" Naruto jumped for joy, his golden hair gleaming in the sunlight. "Then listen to me! I have a super exciting idea!"

He lowered his voice, his face showing a mixture of mischievousness and boastful excitement, "Maybe we can make the whole of Konoha remember the name of our Mischievous King!"

Hearing him say that, you, who were initially uninterested, suddenly became curious. Let the whole of Konoha know? It sounds... more interesting than wandering around aimlessly.

Seeing that you seemed to be persuaded, Naruto became even more smug and immediately led the way, running in one direction, shouting, "Follow me!"

He led you and Shino through a maze of twists and turns until they arrived at a general store that looked quite old.

Naruto went inside with practiced ease, and soon came out carrying several jars and a few brushes of different sizes, a triumphant smile on his face.

Looking at the colorful paint cans in Naruto's arms, Shino couldn't help but ask, "Naruto, what are you going to do with all this paint?"

He had a vague guess in his mind, but he felt that the idea was too bold.

Naruto chuckled mysteriously, revealing a set of white teeth. "You'll find out soon enough! It's guaranteed to be an unprecedented event!"

Looking at the paint, and recalling Naruto's earlier boast of "letting the whole of Konoha know," a sense of foreboding grew stronger, and it seemed... you had a clue what this guy was planning.

When Naruto led them along a hidden path and finally climbed the Hokage Rock, a symbol of Konoha's power and history, carved with the giant heads of the Hokage of each generation, Shino Aburame finally confirmed his crazy guess.

He stood atop the rock, looking down at the village below, which lay neatly arranged like building blocks. A gentle breeze brought a touch of the coolness unique to high places.

He made one last attempt, his voice tinged with barely perceptible tension, "Naruto, are you sure that if we do this, Iruka-sensei won't...?"

Shino imagined the fury that Iruka-sensei might unleash when he saw the Hokage Rock covered in graffiti, and thought that it might not be something that could be solved by just standing in the corner and writing a self-criticism.

"Relax, relax!" Naruto stood with his hands on his hips, atop the head of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, looking fearless.

"Anyway, the worst that can happen is standing in the corner as punishment and writing a self-criticism! We're all used to it!" he said confidently, as if standing in the corner as punishment was some kind of badge of honor.

Chapter 306 - Changing Seats

Seeing Naruto's stubbornness, Shino silently sentenced him to death in his heart.

He gave up trying to persuade you, turned his gaze to you who had remained silent, and asked with a last glimmer of hope, "You're not going to join Naruto in his foolishness, are you?"

In his mind, although you behaved strangely, you always seemed to have a detached calmness and shouldn't have participated in such childish destructive behavior.

You are squatting next to the hair bun of the stone statue of the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju, gently tapping the surface of the rock with your fingers, as if sensing something.

Hearing Shino's question, you looked up at him and then uttered four words calmly, "A bet is a bet."

Since they had agreed to decide by rock-paper-scissors, and Naruto won, then following his plan according to the rules is the most reasonable choice.

Your logic is simple and direct, completely disregarding the potentially serious consequences of this solution.

Shino was completely defeated by this incredibly correct yet incredibly suffocating reason. Well, it seems today is destined to leave a lasting mark.

Resigned to his fate, Shino also picked up a brush and dipped it in the bright yellow paint that Naruto had brought.

As the cool brush handle rested in my hand, and I looked down at the magnificent Fire Shadow Rock and the tranquil village in the distance, a mix of guilt and excitement quietly arose within me.

This seems to be his first time experiencing such blatant mischief? And it seems... not bad at all?

Instead of unleashing your skills as freely as Naruto, you chose a relatively flat rock face, dipped a brush in dark blue paint, and began to perform a rigorous jutsu calculation on it.

Complex geometric shapes and seemingly meaningless runes gradually emerge from the brushstrokes, carrying a mysterious and cold beauty that clashes with the surrounding cartoonish and quirky style.

Shino noticed your actions, his gaze behind his sunglasses shifted slightly. He thought for a moment, then decided not to interfere. Instead, he began to carefully draw various insects of different shapes next to the runes with fine brushstrokes.

The fluttering butterflies, the busy ants, the majestic beetles... seem to be adding footnotes to your spell, forming a strange yet harmonious symbiotic scene.

As for Naruto Uzumaki? He has long since completely let himself go.

Emboldened by their large numbers, they even drew a small flower on the Third Hokage's pipe, drawing whatever they wanted, making it as eye-catching as possible, completely immersed in the fervor of artistic creation.

At the entrance of Konoha Village, Kakashi Hatake, with droopy eyelids, slowly strolled back, holding his ever-present copy of "Icha Icha Paradise."

In order to avoid the arduous task of writing homework for others, he specifically accepted a low-level reconnaissance mission that required him to leave the village for three days.

Judging by the time, that girl should already be self-reliant and starting to face the harsh reality of homework on her own, right? He thought with a hint of malice.

Walking down the familiar street, bathed in warm sunlight, he habitually read a book while keeping an eye on the road out of the corner of his eye.

He lifted his gaze from the book, glanced at the Hokage Rock in the distance, and prepared to return to the book—wait!

Kakashi suddenly raised his head, his eyes widening instantly, and he almost dropped the book "Icha Icha Paradise" from his hand.

What did he see?

Three small figures were standing on the Hokage Rock. One of them, with his dazzling blond hair and orange clothes, was none other than Naruto Uzumaki.

The guy next to her, wearing sunglasses and a turtleneck jacket, is the boy from the oil lady's family who has a very low profile.

Standing in the middle, her black hair fluttering slightly in the wind, who else could it be but Uchiha Nagi?!

You guys...graffitied the Hokage Rock!

Kakashi felt his blood pressure spike instantly, and veins seemed to throb on his forehead. He had only been gone for three days, and these brats had dared to cause such a huge mess!

At the same time that Kakashi made his discovery, the artwork on the Hokage Rock was also noticed by the villagers below.

At first came confusion, then shock, and finally, angry pointing and shouting.

"Oh my god! Someone has scribbled on the Hokage Rock!"

"Which bastard did this?!"

"Look! That's...that's Naruto Uzumaki!"

"Who are the other two?"

The noise spread like ripples, naturally reaching the ninja academy as well.

In the first-grade classroom, Iruka was explaining the basic properties of chakra on the blackboard, trying to instill knowledge into the minds of these little ones.

The classroom door was suddenly pushed open with a bang, and a teacher from the next class shouted breathlessly, "I-Iruka-sensei! Something terrible has happened! Your students... are drawing on the Hokage Rock!"

"What?!" The chalk in Iruka's hand snapped in two.

The whole class fell silent for a moment, then erupted in a clamor as they all crowded to the window to look outside.

Although the distance was far, who else could that golden figure leaping on the rock wall be but Naruto Uzumaki? And beside him, two relatively quiet but equally clear figures were you and Shino Aburame, whom they had just noticed were absent.

"Nagi...and Shino too?" Sakura covered her mouth, her emerald green eyes filled with disbelief. Skipping class was bad enough, but to go and graffiti on the Hokage Rock was even worse!

Iruka's vision blurred, but he gritted his teeth and forced out two words, "Study! Study!"

Then he rushed out of the classroom like a gust of wind, running wildly towards the Hokage Rock, forgetting even to take his lesson plan.

As soon as the teacher left, the classroom erupted in chaos.

"Sakura!" Ino Yamanaka grabbed Sakura's arm, her face filled with shock and a strange excitement. "Uchiha Nagi...has she always been this...special?"

In her opinion, this blatant defiance of authority was absolutely awesome! Although the method was a bit...too wild.

Sakura's face was unusually pale. She looked at the blurry yet familiar figure on the Hokage Rock and bit her lower lip tightly.

This time, no matter what method we use, we must change your seat. We absolutely cannot let that idiot Naruto lead you astray again!

"Hey! Why didn't you take me with you?!" Kiba Inuzuka hugged Akamaru and slammed his fist on the table in annoyance, feeling ostracized in the group of troublemakers.

Nara Shikamaru didn't go to the window; he remained lazily sprawled on the table, but his gaze was fixed on the black-haired girl on the Hokage Rock, who was working diligently.

A strange sense of irritation welled up inside him. "When did you and Shino Aburame become so close? Skipping class together and doing this utterly troublesome thing together?"

Why did he hang out with that loser again? And do such a stupid and attention-grabbing thing! In a fit of anger, Sasuke ripped off a piece of homework paper and wrote a self-criticism on it with force, the pen tip almost piercing the back of the paper.

When Iruka arrived, panting, you and Shino Aburame had already calmly walked up to him, as if you had just completed an ordinary extracurricular activity.

You're even looking down at the little bit of blue paint on your fingertips.

Naruto Uzumaki, on the other hand, stood on the First Hokage's nose, waving a brush covered in colorful paint, making faces at Iruka, and shouting loudly.

"Iruka-sensei! What do you think of my drawing? Don't I have artistic talent? From now on, I'll take care of the maintenance of the Hokage Rock! Hahaha!"

Faced with Naruto's energetic and unrepentant provocation, Iruka felt a throbbing pain in his temples and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

He couldn't hit her, and he couldn't scold her; he simply had no way to deal with this little devil!

Just as Iruka was at a loss, a lazy voice sounded from behind him, "Oh, looks like I've come back just in time."

Kakashi Hatake had appeared on the rocky summit at some point, still holding the book "Icha Icha Paradise," but the one eye that was exposed showed no sign of a smile.

He easily grabbed Naruto by the back of his collar, who was still jumping around.

"Let me go!" Naruto immediately deflated and struggled to shout.

Kakashi ignored Naruto's struggles and looked past Iruka, his gaze immediately landing on Naruto, who was none of his business.

"Thank you so much, Kakashi-sama!" Iruka almost cried with gratitude as he took the constantly chattering Naruto from Kakashi's hands.

Kakashi waved lazily, his gaze sweeping over you, who stood silently to the side, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're welcome. I'm just a little curious, are the teaching methods at ninja academies all this unique these days?"

Iruka blushed deeply at his words, so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into the ground. "Lord Kakashi, you're joking! I'll take them back immediately and discipline them severely! I'll arrange for people to clean up the Hokage Rock right away!"

“No need,” Kakashi said, stopping him. He glanced at the rock face with its wild paintings, and the eye that was visible curved into a smile.

"I'll have someone handle the cleanup of the Hokage Rock. Iruka-sensei, your most important task right now is to manage your students properly."

He emphasized the word "management," and his gaze swept over you again, seemingly casually.

He could imagine the Third Hokage's expression when he saw this mess, a mixture of amusement and exasperation, yet he had to maintain his dignity.

Kakashi thought to himself, handing this mess over to the higher-ups to deal with seems like a good idea.

You keenly sensed Kakashi's detached, detached attitude beneath his apparent laziness. Lowering your eyes, you already had a plan in mind. It seemed necessary to visit this seemingly idle senior Kakashi again tonight.

Furthermore, the issue of homework should be renegotiated.

Throughout the journey, Naruto maintained his impatient demeanor, as if to say, "I did nothing wrong, but I'll do it again next time."

You were completely absorbed in your own thoughts, as if it were someone else who had just caused trouble on the Hokage Rock.

Shino Aburame's eyes darted behind her sunglasses, seemingly still savoring the subtle thrill of breaking conventions while drawing the insect pattern, and... her curiosity about your mysterious techniques.

Looking at the three students in different states, Iruka felt as if his temples were being hit by a hammer, and the pain was intense.

He stood on the podium, looking at the whispering classmates below, their eyes constantly glancing towards the back row. A deep sense of powerlessness and frustration overwhelmed him.

Is he really going to become the first teacher in Konoha's history to be driven to early retirement by his students?

Just then, Sakura Haruno suddenly raised her hand.