Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

"Hey! What are you spacing out for?" Obito leaned closer suspiciously, waving his hand in front of your eyes. "Are you under a genjutsu?"

"Ha...hahaha...hahahaha—"

The laughter, which had been suppressed at first, quickly turned into unrestrained, maniacal laughter, echoing eerily between the cave walls.

"This guy is really a lunatic!" Obito muttered to himself, subconsciously taking two steps back.

There was a chilling madness in your laughter, like a flood that had been suppressed for too long and finally bursted its banks.

"Uchiha Nagi! Hey! Don't scare me!" Obito's voice trembled noticeably.

He's seen you indifferent, fierce, and even occasionally gentle, but he's never seen you in such an out-of-control state.

Your laughter abruptly stopped, and your head turned unnaturally towards Obito, your Sharingan glowing with a blood-red light in the darkness.

Obito felt a sudden sense of suffocation; there was no reason in those eyes, only pure madness.

"I understand...it's so simple."

Obito's survival instincts were screaming at him; he had never felt the breath of death so clearly before, not even on the battlefield, not even when facing the most powerful enemy.

Right now, you are more terrifying than any enemy because you seem completely...unpredictable.

He quietly moved backward, his heels already touching the rock face, and quickly planned his escape route in his mind: turn left at the third fork in the road, and then run straight to a place with water.

Just as Obito was about to carry out his escape plan, you suddenly turned around and lunged at the cave wall, carving a piercing sound on the stone surface with your kunai, accompanied by a strange, melodious humming.

"Hey... what are you doing?" Obito asked, mustering his courage, but he didn't dare to get closer.

You didn't answer, but your movements were quick and urgent, and your fingertips had already left clear and complex symbols on the stone surface.

The symbols were neither like words nor like pictures, but rather a disturbing pattern that Obito had never seen before.

Curiosity eventually overcame fear, and Obito cautiously approached, craning his neck to try and see the symbols clearly. "What are these?"

He scratched his head, completely baffled by the scribbles before him. "Haven't you always been this crazy?" You suddenly stopped moving in front of the stone wall, and the cave fell into a deathly silence. Obito could even hear his own rapid heartbeat.

One second, two seconds.

You slowly turned your head, your long black hair slipping down your shoulder, revealing half of your pale face.

The eerie smile still lingered on his lips, but his eyes had become unusually clear, terrifyingly clear.

“You will understand…” you said softly, your voice carrying a prophetic certainty. “When the time comes, everyone will understand.”

Obito swallowed hard, deciding to ignore this madman, and turned to leave quickly.

But even after he had walked a long way, your manic laughter still echoed in his ears, like a persistent, incurable disease.

Obito finally stopped. He scratched his head in frustration, turned around and walked back to your side, even though he swore he would be an idiot to interfere in your affairs again.

"Hey, what are you writing?" He squatted down and stared at the twisted runes on the stone wall. The symbols seemed to wriggle slightly like living things, making his eyes hurt.

You didn't even lift your head; your pale fingertips continued to trace patterns on the stone surface, leaving more eerie lines.

"Hmph, fine, ignore me then." Obito sat down to the side, hugging his knees and sulking.

The firelight on the rock wall cast his shadow long, like a large, aggrieved dog.

After a long while, the sound of fingernails scraping against the rock finally stopped.

You slowly straightened up, then suddenly opened your arms, declaring, "I'm the most suitable person to be the savior of this world!"

Obito almost choked on his own saliva. "Huh?!"

He was so worried about your mental state, and the first thing he said after waking up was that he wanted to be your savior?!

Before he could recover from his shock, you had already started packing your things with practiced ease: kunai, scrolls, herbs... your movements were so fast they left afterimages, and you were muttering to yourself.

"By the way, I'll be leaving for a while. If Madara asks, just say I'm in seclusion researching ninjutsu!"

"What?!" Obito jumped up abruptly, his Sharingan flashing into three tomoe in shock. "You're not kidding, are you?!"

You finally stopped what you were doing, tilted your head, and curled your lips into a playful smile. "I like to joke, but not now."

Obito paced anxiously in circles, like a cat with its fur standing on end. "No way! How could I let someone like you, who has awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan, go out alone?! What if... I can't keep it a secret anymore?!"

"No problem at all~"

You formed a strange hand seal, and chakra surged like mist.

The next second, a doll exactly like you appears on the spot, with even the cold glint in its kaleidoscope eyes being exactly the same.

"Hey! That's amazing! You do one too!" Obito instantly forgot his worries and circled the doll several times, even trying to poke it, but was slapped away by you before he could touch it.

"Dream on," you said, crossing your arms. "You owe me a huge favor, and you'll have to pay it back sooner or later!"

"Huh? When did I—"

Before he finished speaking, your figure had already vanished into thin air. Obito stood there, stunned, looking at the doll and then at the place where you disappeared, jumping up and down in anger.

"How did she suddenly become indebted to someone?! Does she even have any sense of reason?!"

The puppet suddenly moved and delivered a sharp rap on Obito's forehead, causing him to howl in pain and squat on the ground.

"Shut up, you idiot." The doll's voice is exactly like yours. "Want to be found out by Madara?"

Obito rubbed the bump on his head, on the verge of tears. He stared at the doll for a long time, then suddenly realized a terrible fact: in the days to come, he would have to share a room with a copy that was not as interesting as the real you, but had all your violence.

"What sins have I committed..." Obito wailed as he collapsed to the ground, while the puppet merely glanced at him coldly before returning to the stone wall to continue carving those eerie symbols.

The cave returned to silence, with only the sounds of dripping water and the scratching of carving stones mingling together.

Obito gazed at the stalactites on the cave ceiling, his thoughts drifting to you, who had vanished without a trace. What was that madwoman up to? And why did he say he owed her a favor?

What's even more terrifying is that Obito finds himself genuinely worried about your safety.

"Please don't die out there..." he whispered to the void, then startled by his own words, quickly added, "Otherwise, Madara will definitely hold a grudge against me!"

The sound of the puppet carving stone paused for a moment, then continued, only this time, it seemed to carry a barely perceptible hint of laughter.

The sea of ​​flowers along the Naka River shimmered with a faint blue light under the moonlight. You lay on your back amidst the blossoms, your black robe spreading out like ink, your pale face almost blending into the moonlight.

Staring at the starry sky, the Sharingan reflected a distorted galaxy.

The intelligence is still insufficient...

Your fingertips trace the scrolls you've scavenged from various places, which are densely covered with records of the Third Shinobi World War and Konoha's defenses. But to you, these are just scattered pieces of a puzzle.

The dusty Uchiha secret manuals in the Forbidden Pavilion are what you really need.

Why is it that I have no sense of direction at all...?

Frustrated, you close your eyes. Your two other "selves" could accurately pinpoint their enemies' throats amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, so why can't the merged body even decipher a map?

You've been wandering around the Nanhe Forest for three days now, the compass needle spinning wildly like your chaotic thoughts.

If Obito knew that you, a dignified user of the Mangekyou Sharingan, were actually sleeping in the wilderness because you got lost, he would laugh so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

A night breeze swept through the sea of ​​flowers, carrying a faint scent of blood. Your eyelashes trembled, and your consciousness gradually sank into darkness. In a daze, you seemed to hear Showa laughing in your mind, "Why not burn the whole forest down? We'll always find a way out!"

Uchiha Shisui's footsteps were very light.

He had just finished his patrol; the bloodstains from the battlefield still lingered on his Sharingan beneath his headband. The boy looked up at the moon, his thoughts a jumble of emotions. When would this war finally end?

The Naka River was his usual place of tranquility, but tonight, amidst the sea of ​​flowers, there was an unfamiliar chakra.

Shisui tensed instantly, the kunai slipping into his palm. He held his breath and moved closer, but froze when he saw the person's attire—

The girl in black robes slept peacefully among the flowers, her clothes embroidered with the ancient Uchiha clan crest.

The moonlight outlined her delicate features, making her appear almost transparently pale, as if she might vanish at any moment.

After confirming with his Sharingan, Shisui breathed a sigh of relief. He squatted down, hesitated for a moment, and gently shook your shoulder.

“…Wake up.”

Suddenly, a clear, youthful voice rang in my ears.

You heard it, but you didn't open your eyes.

"Wake up, this isn't a place to sleep."

The other person's voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing you, but there was a hint of wariness and doubt in their tone.

You finally slowly opened your eyes. Your crimson Sharingan glowed faintly in the night, and what came into view was a black-haired boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old.

He crouched down beside you, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with inquiry and a hint of wariness.

Uchiha Shisui? You blinked, making sure you weren't seeing things.

You slowly sat up, brushed the grass clippings off your black robe, and looked indifferent, as if you had just taken a casual nap rather than gotten lost and passed out in the wild.

Seeing that you were awake, Shisui took a step back to maintain a safe distance.

"You are... a member of the Uchiha clan?"

He asked tentatively, his gaze falling on the old-fashioned black robe you were wearing, which was definitely not the attire of an active Konoha ninja.

You tilted your head, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on your lips. "Yes, I am from the Uchiha clan."

—But not the Uchiha of this world.

You didn't say those words aloud, but the playful look in your eyes made Shisui instinctively tense up.

"Which branch are you from? I've never seen you before."

Shisui's voice remained gentle, but his fingers had already quietly rested on the kunai.

You chuckled softly and stretched lazily. "I... got lost."

Chapter 87 - Reluctance to Part

Your answer was irrelevant, and your tone was nonchalant, as if you were talking about something unimportant.

Shisui was taken aback, clearly not expecting such a response.

"……get lost?"

"Yeah, I got lost." You stood up, patted the hem of your clothes, and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I originally wanted to go to the Uchiha's forbidden pavilion, but I ended up here."

Zhi Shui's expression subtly changed. "The Forbidden Pavilion? That's a forbidden area within the clan; outsiders are not allowed to enter."

Upon hearing this, your smile deepened. "That's why I said—I'm lost."

Your tone was light and even a little teasing, as if you were teasing a wary little animal.

Shisui remained silent for a moment, then finally sighed.

"...I'll take you back to Konoha."

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh? Aren't you afraid I'm the enemy?"

Shisui shook his head, his gaze clear and firm. "If you were the enemy, you would have died just as you fell asleep."

You stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing. "Interesting! You're much funnier than I thought!"

Laughter echoed in the night, carrying a hint of madness, a touch of joy, and a complex mix of emotions that were hard to define. Zhi Shui frowned slightly but said nothing, simply turning to lead the way.

You follow behind him, his crimson Sharingan flashing in the darkness.

It seems that getting lost wasn't a complete waste of time.

Your smile deepened, but your eyes remained icy. Uchiha Shisui, the future "Shisui of the Body Flicker," I've met him so early.

What a...unexpected bonus!

Uchiha Shisui's wrist was suddenly gripped by cold fingers. He looked down and met those eyes. At such close range, he could even see the dew clinging to your eyelashes and smell the mist from the Naka River in your hair.

"You're not just planning to take me in like this, are you?"

Zhi Shui was momentarily dazed. He had never felt another person's breath so clearly before. It was cool, like a spring stream brushing against his neck. The boy's ears burned, and he subconsciously pressed his wildly beating heart.

Before Uchiha Shisui could react, you grabbed his wrist and dragged him deep into the forest.

Your fingers were icy cold, yet incredibly strong, gripping his wrist like iron clamps.

Zhi Shui could even feel the subtle trembling in your fingertips, not from fear, but from a kind of repressed, almost violent anxiety.

"Are you crazy or am I?!"

You grabbed his collar and slammed him against the tree trunk.

Your face was incredibly close, your crimson Sharingan gleaming fiercely in the shadows. "A complete stranger from the Uchiha clan, swaggering into Konoha like this? Are you trying to make sure they don't know I'm an outsider?"

Your voice was extremely low, yet it sounded like it was being squeezed out from between your teeth, carrying a fierce, clenched-teeth tone.