Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Before the afterglow of the signal flare had faded, the various resurrected armies suddenly turned around and surged towards the plain where the Fourth Division was located like a tide.

The commanders of the Allied Ninja Forces exchanged bewildered glances, while the intelligence ninjas broke out in a cold sweat.

"All enemy forces... are converging on the main battlefield!"

"What's going on?! Is this a trap?"

“No…” Shikaku stared at the rapidly moving marks on the sand table, his brows furrowed. “It’s more like… someone is deliberately guiding it.”

"Uncle..." Naruto's voice trembled, "Have you ever seen this kind of chakra before?"

Kirabi's poem is unusually unrhymed, "like standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down and not being able to see the bottom."

They all looked toward the direction of the Fourth Division, where ominous thunderclouds began to gather in the sky, and faint purple chakra pulsed within the clouds like veins.

Obito stood atop the Divine Tree, looking down at the Allied Shinobi Forces swarming below like ants.

Black Zetsu emerged from the shadows at his feet. "Has the plan changed?"

“No.” Obito’s mask cracked open, revealing a twisted smile. “It’s just that all the actors are here.”

At the edge of his vision, you tread through the void toward the center of the battlefield, your black robes blending into the surroundings, only your eyes gleaming.

Black Zetsu's pupils contracted to pinpoints as it recognized the figure—a spirit that should have been forever slumbering beneath the Six Paths Seal.

Uchiha Nagi, a nightmare of the Warring States period.

(Impossible...) Black Zetsu's thoughts froze for a moment. (I clearly hid her body in the deepest part of the Dragon Vein...)

Memories, like venomous snakes, gnawed at its nerves. It remembered how it dug up the grave after Nagi's burial, how it dragged the coffin across half a continent, and how it carved the Six Paths Seal, which even Kaguya Otsutsuki would fear, all over the coffin.

—Just to make sure you never wake up.

"Who among you reincarnated her?!" Black Zetsu's voice suddenly rose, his thick, sticky tone like a throat being slashed open. "Release it! Release it now!"

Obito's mask shifted slightly; that's interesting.

He had never seen Black Zetsu so out of control. This insidious creature, who called himself 'the will of Madara,' was trembling like a spider web in a storm.

“It’s too late.” Obito deliberately dragged out his words, observing every inch of Black Zetsu’s distorted shadow. “The Edo Tensei can’t control her.”

Black Zetsu's mind was racing with calculations.

Your existence foresaw its plans even before the Sage of Six Paths. During the Ninjutsu era, Hannya stared directly at it with his Rinnegan and said, "You possess a nauseating chakra...like a rotting god."

Now, the rationality that had been carefully disguised for thousands of years collapsed, and Black Zetsu's body instinctively liquefied, seeping into the ground like a pool of scorched asphalt.

The plan to save their mother can be restarted, and the Ten-Tails can be raised again, but they must never let that woman catch them, otherwise the thousand-year-old lie will end at this moment.

Obito looked in the direction where Black Zetsu had disappeared, a cold interest appearing in his eyes. It recognized you, and was so terrified that it would rather abandon its plans and run away.

Black Zetsu's panic was so real that it finally convinced him of one thing: this woman who suddenly appeared might be closer to the truth of the world than the 'Eye of the Moon'.

In the distance, you look up as if you sense something, the patterns of your Rinnegan slowly rotating, locking onto the last trace of decaying chakra left by Black Zetsu.

A cold smile curved at the corners of your lips.

"Sasuke!" With two overlapping shouts, Team Taka descended upon the remains of the giant snake.

On the neck of the unconscious Hongdou, perched on Jugo's shoulder, the Curse of Heaven was emanating an eerie purple light.

Sasuke's Mangekyou Sharingan swept across the battlefield, pausing almost imperceptibly at a certain spot. Itachi Uchiha stood in the center of the Edo Tensei ninjas with their fingers crossed, and crow feathers fluttered down.

"Orochimaru, it's time to fulfill the contract." The moment the Kusanagi sword pressed against Anko's nape, a pale arm suddenly burst forth from the cursed seal.

His resurrected snake eyes were still covered in slime, and the Grim Reaper mask was now on his pale face.

"Sasuke-kun is really impatient..." Orochimaru's golden vertical pupils reflected the distant coffin, his tongue curling around the corner of his lips, "But this stage is quite interesting."

The ground cracked open with dark fissures, and four coffins emerged from the earth like tombstones. The moment the coffin lids slid off, the wooden clogs of Senju Hashirama shattered the dust that had been dormant for many years.

"It's quite a lively scene." The First Hokage scratched his head, his cheerful smile seemingly out of place on the battlefield.

Tobirama Senju followed closely behind, his sharp red eyes sweeping across the battlefield, suddenly narrowing when they caught sight of a certain figure.

You stand on the other side of the battlefield, your black robes motionless amidst the chakra storm, as if you exist outside of time and space.

Their gazes collided across the distance, and Tobirama's fingers twitched unconsciously, as if he were about to form a hand seal, or perhaps he was about to touch some long-vanished phantom.

Hiruzen Sarutobi sighed and shook his head, while Minato Namikaze immediately locked his gaze onto Naruto's dazzling blond hair.

The allied forces erupted in cheers, some knelt and wept, others raised their kunai high. In their eyes, the arrival of the successive Hokage meant that the scales of victory had finally tipped.

But Sasuke did not cheer.

A strange atmosphere began to spread.

The originally murderous army of Edo Tensei suddenly fell silent.

Some removed their headbands, some loosened their kunai, and many more trembled as they walked toward their former comrades, relatives, and lovers.

"Hey...is that you?" An old Iwagakure ninja grabbed the collar of the reanimated corpse opposite him. "Thirty years...you've been dead for thirty years and only now you come back to see me?"

The captured Edo Tensei ninja paused for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, "Who told you, you idiot, to live so long?"

Similar scenes played out across the battlefield.

The sounds of fighting turned into choked questions, and roars transformed into cries of reunion after a long separation.

Death lost its meaning at this moment, and the boundaries between the underworld and the netherworld were completely broken.

Orochimaru licked his lips, enjoying the farce, but his golden vertical pupils remained fixed on you.

interesting.......

Even the mask of death trembles when you appear.

The loud thud as the coffin lid was kicked off plunged the entire battlefield into deathly silence.

The shattered wood chips fluttered like black butterflies, tracing sharp paths through the air.

A pale hand rested on the edge of the coffin, its nails gleaming with a bluish-gray luster, like a demon crawling out from the depths of hell.

Madara Uchiha slowly straightened up, the plates of his red armor clanging together with a low metallic hum. His black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the ends brushing against the ferocious Uchiha clan crest on his shoulder armor.

As he stood up straight, the ninjas in the front row of the allied forces all took a step back in unison, their shadows distorting.

It wasn't an illusion caused by light, but a substantial distortion of space. When those sharp eyes swept across the battlefield, the air seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making even breathing a luxury.

Ban's lips curled into a chilling smile. "Hot Mom Hashi."

His voice was deep, yet it rolled like muffled thunder across everyone's eardrums, "Long time no see."

Hashirama Senju stood at the forefront of the allied forces, his expression unusually solemn.

He instinctively tried to step forward, but Tobirama grabbed his shoulder.

"Big brother, be careful." Tobirama's voice was tense. "This guy's chakra is strange."

Something was definitely wrong. Madara's impure body was entwined with an aura that didn't belong to the dead; it was the life force of the living, mixed with something older and darker.

The magatama in his eyes rotated at an unusually slow speed, as if time was being stretched out in his eyes.

Minato Namikaze's hand was already on the Flying Thunder God kunai. "His chakra reserves... are even greater than the Nine-Tails'."

Cold sweat beaded on Hiruzen Sarutobi's forehead. "This is... the legendary Madara Uchiha?"

Sasuke's Sharingan was fixed on Madara. This was… the man Itachi had spoken of?

His gaze shifted between Madara and Itachi. Itachi stood quietly among the reanimated army, his face calm, but Sasuke could sense his brother's vigilance.

Madara didn't even glance at Itachi.

His gaze cut through the crowd and landed on a more distant spot, "Anagi."

Ban suddenly spoke, his voice soft and almost eerily gentle, "How long are you going to hide?"

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Everyone looked up in the direction of his gaze—

The golden wings of Susanoo blotted out the sky, and the black-robed woman standing in the crystal slowly removed her hood.

The curse mark on your left cheek glows with an eerie light, and the patterns in your Rinnegan tell everyone what kind of being this is.

"Too slow, Madara." Your voice scraped through everyone's nerves like an ice scalpel.

Ban chuckled softly, a laugh that shook the entire earth. "I've waited for you for sixty years, what's a little bit of time?"

"Hey, hey..." Orochimaru's golden vertical pupils trembled with excitement, "This is really..."

An eerie silence fell over the battlefield. The Hokage, the Five Kage, the Akatsuki, and the Allied Shinobi Forces—everyone became a bystander in this reunion.

Sasuke suddenly noticed a change in his brother's expression; a flicker of fear—something Sasuke had never seen before—passed through Itachi's eyes.

“That woman is the most dangerous,” Itachi said in a low voice, so soft that only Sasuke could hear her. “She wasn’t summoned by the Impure World Reincarnation… she tore open the barrier of the Pure Land herself.”

Sasuke's Sharingan spun wildly as he stared at Madara and you, his throat tightening.

These two people... are practically the very error of the world.

Naruto nudged his shoulder. "Hey, Sasuke, who's that woman?"

Hashirama finally couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward, "Madara! What the hell are you—!"

"Shut up, you hot mom from Haxi!"

Ban didn't even look at him; his gaze remained fixed on you, like a hungry wolf staring at its only other member of its kind.

"Now is not the time for reminiscing." You raise your hand, and nine Truth-Seeking Balls condense into a jet-black katana in your palm.

"Clean these people up first."

Ban burst into laughter, his laughter shattering the clouds within a hundred miles. He untied the belt of his armor, revealing his pale skin and the interstellar cell patterns spreading across it.

"Just to my liking."

Black Zetsu frantically fled underground; it was over...

You two actually appeared in the same era...

It's interesting to see Obito standing atop the God Tree, his Sharingan beneath the mask engorged with excitement!

A chilling chakra raged across the battlefield. You stood within the crystal on the forehead of the golden Susanoo, your long hair as black as ink, your Rinnegan indifferently surveying the chaotic battlefield below.

Suddenly, I noticed a gaze with an extremely strong presence, cold and probing, yet carrying a certain subtle heat.

You turn your head slightly and meet Uchiha Sasuke's deep Sharingan eyes.

He clearly hadn't expected you to look back, and for a moment, a hint of surprise flashed in his usually cold eyes.

Your Rinnegan is too powerful, too cold-blooded, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Sasuke's breathing paused almost imperceptibly, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if drawn by some kind of destiny, or as an instinctive tremor when stared at from the abyss.

"What are you looking at?"

A deep, dangerous voice sounded in your ear. Uchiha Madara had appeared beside you without you even noticing. His crimson Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan coldly locked onto Sasuke, his eyes surging with displeasure and killing intent.

You looked away, your tone calm. "He, like you, is a reincarnation of Indra." You paused, then added softly, "And... he looks a lot like Izuna."

Madara's eyes suddenly darkened, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Him? He dares to compare himself to Izuna?"

You didn't respond, but simply raised your eyes slightly, gazing at the distant collapsing mountains and burning sky, and asked in return, "And you? Do you still intend to continue with Project Eye of the Moon?"

Ban was silent for a moment, then chuckled, the obsession and madness in his eyes softening slightly at that moment.

He turned his head to look at you, his voice low and firm, "That was true before, but now... I'll listen to you."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it, and a huge blue Susanoo rose from the ground, standing side by side with your golden Susanoo.

Two god-like giants stood in the center of the battlefield, blotting out the sky and the terrifying pressure that plunged the allied ninjas into a suffocating despair.

“Since that’s the case…” you suddenly reached out and grabbed Ban’s arm, a wicked smile curving your lips, “Come with me to take revenge first.”

"boom--!!!"

The two Susanoo shattered simultaneously, and the violent shockwave swept across the entire battlefield, forcing everyone to fight with all their might to resist this earth-shattering power.

When the smoke cleared, everyone was astonished to find that the two killing gods had vanished into thin air!

Deep underground, in the dark corner tunnel.

Black Zetsu was fleeing at its fastest speed ever, its viscous body writhing between the rock walls, fear almost suffocating it.

"Damn it! Damn it! Why did those two lunatics suddenly target me?!"