Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Now, however, they stand at a crossroads in the rain, heading in completely different directions.

“Uchiha Nagi.” Lengxi’s voice was so low it was almost drowned out by the rain. “I just hope… I never see her again.”

He raised his eyelids, his reddened eyes betraying his feigned indifference. "You'd better... never go back to the Uchiha clan."

You suddenly smiled, a smile that looked particularly pale in the rain, "As you wish."

The carriage slowly started moving, leaving Lengxi's lonely figure at the crossroads in the rain, growing farther and farther away until it became a small black dot and finally disappeared.

At the distant crossroads, Leng Xi still stood in the same spot, rain dripping down his black hair. He took out a small lily of the valley vase from his ninja tool bag, Su Sheng's favorite item, and gently placed it on a stone by the roadside.

Goodbye... my dearest friend.

All of this should be in his hands.

Confused and helpless, veins bulging violently.

So he dug his own grave.

—The Warring States Period: The End

Madara Uchiha suddenly opened his eyes and found himself floating in mid-air, with a familiar lake surrounded by huge statues beneath his feet.

But this place was completely different from the Valley of the End he remembered. The lake water shimmered with an eerie golden light, and the statues on both banks were no longer there. Instead, there were two chakra giants fighting.

"This is...a dream?" Madara looked down at his hands and was shocked to find himself wearing the same high-collared white robe of the Six Paths as recorded in the Ninja Cult.

What shocked him even more was that the chakra flowing within his body was incredibly vast, as if it could tear the heavens and earth apart with a mere gesture.

"Why did Father choose you as his heir? I am the eldest son!" This furious roar came from the other side.

Ban suddenly looked up and saw another version of himself—no, it was Indra from a thousand years ago, who was floating on the other side of the lake.

Purple chakra surged around him, and the patterns in his Mangekyou Sharingan were more complex and profound than any Uchiha Madara had ever seen.

Opposite Indra, a gentle-looking black-haired youth stood with his hands clasped together, also dressed in a six-path white robe, his eyes displaying the distinctive circular ripples of a sage.

"This is Father's will, brother. I don't want to fight with you." Ashura's voice was filled with pain.

"You don't want to compete with me?" Indra's chakra suddenly erupted, and the Complete Susanoo rose from the ground. The purple giant, clad in armor, spread its wings, blotting out the sky. "Do you look down on my power?"

Ban watched this scene in shock. As an observer, he could clearly feel the pain deep in Indra's soul, which was not only the desire for the right of inheritance, but also the despair of being betrayed by his closest relatives.

This feeling was so familiar, so familiar that it caused him heartache.

"In that case, let's have a showdown!"

Ashura clasped his hands together, and six immortal runes appeared between his brows. He had never been as talented as his older brother, but now that he had inherited all of his father's power, he had to stop Indra from going down the path of darkness.

"Spiritual Communication Technique - Nine-Lama!"

As a puff of white smoke dissipated, the crimson nine-tailed fox roared to the sky, its nine tails stirring up the wind and clouds.

Its golden beast eyes locked onto Indra within Susanoo, and a Tailed Beast Ball capable of destroying the heavens and the earth condensed in its mouth.

"Father even gave you the Nine-Tailed Fox..." Indra's laughter grew increasingly manic, "It's infuriatingly infuriating!"

The Tailed Beast Ball ripped through the sky, distorting space in its wake. Indra, without a Sage Body, faced this power head-on, and a flicker of relief crossed his eyes—perhaps it was better this way...

"Golden Escape - Break!"

A dark shadow streaked across the sky like a shooting star, and a golden barrier appeared in front of Indra at the last second.

The Tailed Beast Ball collided with the barrier, and the burst of light illuminated the entire Valley of the End.

In the chakra storm, Indra's kaleidoscope suddenly contracted, and that familiar figure turned away from him, with black hair like a waterfall and clothes fluttering in the wind.

"Prajna?"

The woman did not turn around, but walked straight towards Ashura. When the Nine Lamas saw her, he trembled with fear, and his nine tails curled up tightly.

"Sister... Sister Prajna..." Ashura hurriedly stepped in front of Kurama, "It was I who summoned Kurama to participate in the final battle, don't blame it!"

Prajna stopped in her tracks, her golden eyes coldly sweeping over the Nine-Tailed Fox. "I'll help you," she said briefly to Ashura.

These words ignited Indra's fury. He threw his head back and laughed, his laughter filled with madness and despair. "A piece of trash who needs a woman's help to fight me, does he even deserve to inherit the Ninja Sect?"

"Indra, Lord Hagoromo has passed away." Hannya finally turned to him, her voice eerily calm. "It's time for everything to end."

"The end?" Indra's kaleidoscope spun wildly. "Make me admit defeat? Hand over the inheritance to this good-for-nothing?" His voice suddenly rose. "Or will you make me watch you become Asura's wife!"

Ban felt a wave of dizziness. He suddenly realized that this battle was not just about the right of succession, but also about the woman named Hannya.

What chilled him to the bone was that Hannya's profile bore a striking resemblance to Uchiha Nagi.

Indra suddenly formed a hand seal, and the kaleidoscope pattern rapidly changed in his eyes. "Look at me, Prajna!"

Prajna subconsciously looked up, her golden eyes meeting those Mangekyou Sharingan. Her body stiffened abruptly, and she began to walk uncontrollably toward Indra.

"Brother! Stop!" Ashura tried to disrupt the illusion, but Indra easily neutralized it. "This has nothing to do with Sister Prajna!"

Indra's burning gaze was fixed on Prajna, who was approaching step by step. Every step she struggled left a deep footprint on the ground, but she could not resist the call of the kaleidoscope.

With only three steps remaining, Prajna suddenly stopped. Her body trembled violently, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in her golden eyes as her consciousness made a final struggle against her body.

"I was the one who met you first..." Indra's voice was filled with broken pain, "Why did you defy my will?"

The kaleidoscope shone brightly, amplifying the illusion's power. The golden mark between Prajna's brows flickered a few times before finally extinguishing. A single tear rolled down her porcelain-white cheek as she leaned forward once more.

Indra finally embraced the person he had been longing for, his strength so great that he almost wanted to meld her into his very bones.

He gently stroked Prajna's face and placed a kiss on her brow, as if marking his possession.

"Once I defeat Asura, you'll know who your true destiny is."

The purple Susanoo enveloped the gentle Prajna, forming an absolutely protective cage. When Indra turned to face Ashura, there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.

The two giants engaged in a final battle in the Valley of the End, causing mountains to collapse, the earth to crack, and lakes to evaporate.

Ban hovered in the center of the battlefield, witnessing this earth-shattering battle between brothers, yet unable to intervene.

He noticed that Hannya, imprisoned in Susanoo, was moving his lips slightly, as if he were chanting something.

The sky above the Valley of the End was torn in two, with torrents of purple and green chakra colliding constantly, each impact causing the earth to howl in unbearable agony.

Indra's Susanoo sword was already incomplete, and Ashura's Sage Chakra Cloak was also dull and lifeless.

Indra knelt on one knee, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Susanoo's armor peeled off piece by piece, revealing its wounded body underneath.

Not far away, Ashura was in a similarly bad situation. The Nine-Tails' chakra was almost exhausted, and he could barely stand.

As Indra's power waned, the Susanoo cage that bound Prajna finally collapsed.

She staggered out, her golden eyes reflecting the ravaged land, and in an instant, countless images of the future flooded into her consciousness.

Centuries later, the same faces, the same confrontation.

Black-haired and brown-haired boys face each other in the same valley; young men wearing headbands call out each other's names on the battlefield; and even in the more distant future, two men stand atop opposing ninja villages...

Their fates will be intertwined again a thousand years later, without end.

"Is this... the ending that Lady Hagoromo wanted?"

She knelt on the ground, her voice trembling.

Prajna staggered to her feet, her long hair disheveled, her golden eyes dim, and her once firm belief collapsed at this moment.

With his last breath, Indra grabbed her wrist and said, "Come with me."

His fingers were cold and trembling, yet he held onto Hannya tightly. The arrogance in his Mangekyou Sharingan eyes was gone, replaced by an almost desperate obsession.

"Sister Prajna! Have you forgotten your former ideals?!" Ashura stood up tremblingly, blood continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"...My former ideals?" Prajna repeated in a daze, the light in her golden eyes flickering.

"No! That's not your ideal!" Indra suddenly became agitated, his voice hoarse. "That's a curse your father left you!"

Prajna stared blankly at Indra's ferocious expression; this usually arrogant man now had pleading in his eyes.

She suddenly chuckled softly, prying Indra's fingers apart one by one. "But you've changed, Indra. The curse... is also my due punishment."

"No! Prajna!"

Indra reached out to grab her, but was blocked by a golden barrier that suddenly rose up.

"Golden Escape - Absolute Boundary".

Prajna's voice was calm, yet resolute.

"I surrender! Don't do this!" Indra frantically activated his Complete Susanoo again, his giant sword slashing at the golden barrier, but it couldn't budge it an inch.

"Sister Prajna! No!" Ashura tried to rush forward, but was also imprisoned in place by the same golden energy.

Hannya closed her eyes, and golden runes emerged from her skin. A black phantom condensed behind her, which was the power sealed by Hagoromo Otsutsuki, and it was also her true form.

"Perhaps... the future will provide the answer." Her voice was hoarse from the pain. "I don't want to get caught up in any more conflicts, nor do I want to completely lose my mind and become a weapon of the Otsutsuki."

She raised her hand, her fingertips touching her brow. "Then let's say goodbye forever, no matter the outcome."

"boom--!!!"

A golden pillar of light shot into the sky, the seal was completely broken, and her body was wrapped in black chakra, with golden runes spreading across her entire body like burning flames.

Indra's emotions erupted completely at this moment, and his Mangekyou Sharingan spun wildly, actually tearing apart the Gold Release!

He rushed into the light barrier, ignoring the chakra that could burn the soul, and hugged Hannya tightly.

"I'll stay with you." He gripped her shoulders tightly, his voice hoarse. "We'll fall into darkness together."

Prajna's golden eyes widened slightly, and finally, she sighed softly, "...Alright."

Ashura watched helplessly as the two were swallowed by the black phantom, his heart-wrenching screams drowned out by the blinding white light...

Madara Uchiha suddenly woke up from his dream, the afterglow of the dream still lingering in his Mangekyou Sharingan. He clutched his violently beating heart, his breathing rapid.

"Indra...Asura...Prajna..."

His thoughts drifted back to the stone tablet at the shrine, which bore the prophecy of the Sage of Six Paths: the reincarnations of Indra and Ashura would forever be locked in battle.

"If I am the reincarnation of Indra... then Hashirama is the reincarnation of Ashura..."

Ban's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Then, the reincarnation of Prajna..."

A familiar figure appeared in his mind—Uchiha Nagi.

Chapter 43 Farewell

Inside the Senju clan's council hall, sunlight streamed through the paper doors, illuminating the long mahogany table. Senju Butsuma sat in the main seat, flanked by his eldest son Hashirama, his second son Tobirama, and the youngest son Itama.

Light footsteps sounded outside the door, and then a servant respectfully opened the paper door—

"Princess Mito of the Uzumaki Clan has arrived."

A vibrant red color came into view.

Mito Uzumaki walked in slowly, her red hair falling like flames, her emerald eyes carrying a perfectly polite smile. She bowed slightly and said in a clear voice, "Clan Chief Senju, everyone, I've kept you waiting."

The three Senju brothers reacted differently—

Hashirama was taken aback for a moment, then flashed his signature hearty smile, even scratching the back of his head a little embarrassed. "Ah, Princess Mito! Welcome, welcome!"

Tobirama crossed his arms and scrutinized her expressionlessly, his gaze calm and sharp, as if assessing the value of a weapon.

Meanwhile, Itama hid behind Tobirama, only his eyes showing, too nervous to look up.

Senju Butsuma rarely showed a smile, and raised his hand to indicate, "Princess Mito has come from afar, you must be tired. Hashirama, Tobirama, Itama, as the host, you should treat her well."

Mito's gaze swept over the three of them, finally settling on Hashirama, his smile deepening. "I've heard that the young Senju clan leader is proficient in Wood Release. Seeing him today, I can see he truly has an extraordinary presence."

Hashirama laughed heartily, "Not at all, Princess Mito's sealing technique is truly formidable!"

Tobirama remained silent, but his gaze lingered on Mito for a moment as he assessed her worth.

While the sealing techniques of the Uzumaki clan are indeed worth recruiting, aside from that, the princess herself is not essential to the Senju clan.

Itama quietly tugged at Tobirama's sleeve and whispered, "Second brother, is she... very powerful?"

Tobirama gave a faint "hmm" and said nothing more.

The meeting continued until evening.

Mito was eloquent and clear-headed, and displayed exceptional talent in exchanging information about sealing techniques.

Although Hashirama had no interest in political marriages, he had to admit that the Uzumaki princess was indeed a clever person.