Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

He used his Sharingan to unleash a powerful genjutsu, and in an instant, the Anbu members were plunged into a chaotic illusion, their expressions contorted in pain. Some swung their swords at the void, while others stood frozen in place with terrified eyes.

But the power of still water was rapidly fading, his movements gradually slowed, and his steps became unsteady.

At that moment, a member of the Dark Guard broke free of the illusion and, taking advantage of Shisui's unsteady stance, stabbed him viciously from behind, the blade piercing through Shisui's chest. Shisui coughed up blood and slowly collapsed.

Itachi's eyes were bloodshot. He roared and rushed forward, his kunai flashing like the wind, instantly killing the ANBU member.

He picked up Shisui and, seeing her barely breathing, tears welled up in his eyes.

With his last ounce of strength, Shisui raised his hand and pointed to his eyes. Itachi understood what he meant.

At this critical moment, Itachi suppressed his grief and used his superb ninjutsu to carefully remove Shisui's eyes and preserve them properly.

At this moment, more members of the Anbu were about to arrive. Itachi, carrying Shisui's last wish and his eyes, turned and disappeared into the night, leaving only the waters of the Naka River flowing on.

Danzo emerged from the shadows with his ANBU members, his gaze fixed on Shisui, his greed and desire undisguised.

The last remaining eye of Shisui seemed to shimmer with a mysterious and alluring light under the moonlight, filling Danzo's heart with desire and causing murderous intent to frantically grow within him.

Zhi Shui stood on the edge of the cliff, his posture upright but unable to hide his exhaustion.

He knew his situation was extremely dangerous, with a bottomless abyss behind him, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes, only a resolute determination to face death.

The shadows of the trees suddenly twisted, and the shadowy figures surged in from all directions like marionettes, their masks gleaming with a cold, ceramic-like light under the moonlight.

Shisui saw the curse mark on the leader's neck, a symbol of the Root, coiled like a centipede on pale skin.

"Lord Danzo has given the order."

The voices rang out simultaneously from behind all the masks of the shadowy figures, and the overlapping echoes startled the roosting owls.

As the kunai poured down like a torrential downpour, Shisui's Body Flicker Technique left seven afterimages on the river's surface. Before the water even settled, his shuriken had already pierced the throats of three ANBU members.

Blood splattered on the river, turning into countless scarlet moons, and suddenly, arms as hard as rotten wood emerged from the ground.

The moment Shisui's ankle was gripped by the withered claws, he recognized the face that pounced from the treetops—it was Uchiha Homura, who had died three months earlier during a mission in the Land of Hot Springs.

His kinsman's eyes were now as cloudy as dead fish, but he held the ninja sword that Shisui had given him. When the blade sliced ​​open his neck, Shisui smelled the scent of decaying earth.

"Even the dead are being used... Danzo..."

Blood dripped down the katana, the river surface suddenly boiled, Shisui's kaleidoscope spun wildly, and Kotoamatsukami's eye power dyed the entire body of water dark red.

The movements of the shadowy members began to slow, like insects trapped in amber, and the sound of canes striking pebbles came from the shadows.

Danzo's bandages fluttered in the wind, revealing a bloodshot right eye. He stared into Shisui's eyes as if he were looking at a treasure he was about to obtain.

"Give me the Kaleidoscope." An arm covered in cursed seals emerged from the sleeve. "This is the honor of sacrificing oneself for Konoha."

Shisui suddenly laughed, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, falling onto the surface of the Nanga River.

"Do you know?" His bloodied fingers formed the final seal, "In the future these eyes see... you are Konoha's greatest threat."

The cawing of crows pierced the night sky.

As Kotoamatsukami's illusion invaded Danzo's brain through his vision, Shisui had already leaped into the Naka River.

The rushing river swallowed his falling figure, leaving only a few streaks of blood winding under the moonlight, like the final mockery of fate.

Danzo knelt on the riverbank, tears streaming uncontrollably from his right Sharingan. He saw countless crows flying out of his eye sockets, each bird's pupil reflecting the burning leaves.

In the deepest part of the river, the kaleidoscope of still water still shines.

The night wind swept across the cliff, lifting the hem of the red cloud and black robe.

You lean lazily on Yahiko's shoulder, toying with a strand of black hair that falls down your fingertips, looking down at the farce on the banks of the Naka River, a playful light gleaming in your scarlet Sharingan eyes.

"Is this our target? Uchiha Shisui, the renowned young genius of Konoha." Yahiko's voice was inquisitive, his eyes reflecting the bloodstains floating on the river.

He finally understood why you insisted on coming to Konoha. If this ninja can rewrite reality with genjutsu, it is indeed worth the trip.

"That guy seems to be trying to take his eyes." Yahiko's calm statement made Danzo freeze.

The old man suddenly looked up, and in his single eye he saw two figures on the cliff: black robes with red cloud patterns fluttering in the moonlight, like banners heralding the arrival of judgment.

"who are you?"

Danzo's cane sank deep into the riverbed, and the veins on his bandaged arm bulged.

"He's a savior!"

Your sweet, rising tone at the end of your sentence sounded like you were coaxing a three-year-old. Yahiko almost burst out laughing. He had just watched you write that sentence on the first page of your "One Hundred Sentences to Annoy Your Enemy" handbook last night.

Danzo's single eye instantly turned bloodshot, and the shuriken hidden in his sleeve cut his palm, but he couldn't suppress the surging killing intent. These two who had suddenly appeared dared to treat him with such a flippant attitude...

"Do you guys think I'm stupid?!"

The roar startled the birds roosting in the forest, and the members of the Dark Guard simultaneously formed hand seals, their kunai's cold light locking onto the figure on the cliff.

You slowly stretched, your black robe slipping down to reveal your pale shoulders, and winked at the enraged Danzo: "If that's how you think—there's nothing I can do about it."

The moment the last syllable fell, your snap of fingers was as crisp as cracking ice.

Invisible ripples swept across the riverbank, and Danzo suddenly saw countless crows emerging from his eye sockets. Black slime seeped from beneath the masks of the Anbu members. Before fear could take shape, everyone's consciousness sank into eternal darkness.

Yahiko whistled, "Wow, when did you learn that move?"

Amidst the thuds of people falling to the ground one after another, you lightly leaped down the cliff, stepping over Danzo's convulsing body, and squatted down in front of the unconscious Shisui.

"How pathetic, the Instantaneous Stillness technique."

As his fingertips traced the boy's blood-stained eyelids, kaleidoscope patterns appeared in his palm. Yahiko watched as the corners of his mouth stretched wider and wider, eventually forming an inhuman arc.

"But don't worry~" you said as you withdrew your hand, "soon you will arrive at a much more interesting place than the rotten Konoha."

Yahiko, standing beside Danzo's 'corpse,' used a kunai to unwrap his bandages, revealing the transplanted Sharingan spinning wildly, like a moth trapped in a spider web.

"Do you want to take it with you?"

"It's filthy," you say with a disgusted sneer. "Let him have nightmares for the rest of his life."

When Uchiha Shisui opened his eyes, the moonlight was slanting through the shadows of the trees, dappling his face. His vision was both blurry and clear, finally settling on the two figures standing against the light.

"Raccoon slave...sir?"

His voice was hoarse and unlike his own. Memories from five years ago flooded back: the sea of ​​flowers along the Nanga River, and the mysterious girl who called herself 'Tanuki'.

Your Sharingan swirled in the shadows, its crimson light illuminating the faint curve of her lips. "Konoha is already rotten."

Take a step forward, and the sole of your boot crushes a blood-stained leaf. "Instead of guarding and waiting for destruction, join us in making a difference."

Shisui's fingertips unconsciously sank into the soil. He recalled the mission reports deliberately buried in the Anbu archives, the Sharingan faintly visible beneath Danzo's sleeve, and the Third Hokage's increasingly clouded gaze...

The flame of the Will of Fire flickered in his heart, like a candle dying in the wind.

"Can you do it? Change all of this...?"

These words were so soft they almost vanished in the night breeze, yet they made Yahiko's eyes light up, and he reached out his hand to him.

“We have our own plan, and we’ve already taken the first step.” His palms were calloused from years of wielding kunai. “A talent like yours shouldn’t be buried in this decaying Konoha.”

The groans of a comatose ninja came from the other side of the river. Shisui looked at his blood-stained palm and suddenly realized that he was standing at a crossroads of fate.

"What about them?" he asked, pointing to the figures lying haphazardly on the ground.

You yawned and waved lazily, "Don't worry, I'll implant the fact that you jumped off a cliff and died in their memories."

You tilt your head, revealing your fangs, and make a falling gesture, "Bang—you'll be smashed to pieces!"

Shisui's pupils dilated slightly. This girl, who had to learn transformation techniques on her own five years ago, could now easily alter the memories of dozens of people?

"you...?"

“If you have something to say,” Yahiko grabbed him and brushed the dead leaves off his shoulder, “we’ll talk about it after we leave Konoha. They won’t be unconscious for long.”

Amidst the hooting of owls, Shisui took one last look towards Konoha, the place where his clan's land lay, where the younger generation he had mentored resided, and...

As he turned around, a resolute glint flashed in his Mangekyou Sharingan. Your soft laughter drifted into his ears, as if he had long anticipated this ending.

The three figures disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, while the waters of the Nanga River continued to flow, washing away the bloodstains on the bank, as if nothing had ever happened that night.

Nagato and Konan appeared at the dock in Kirigakure, surrounded by the salty, damp scent of the sea.

The dock was bustling with people, and the sounds of goods being moved rose and fell, but they keenly sensed that among those busy figures, there were many unusual glances.

The villagers of Kirigakure are mostly tall and burly, with faces as cold and stern as sharks, and their pale blue skin appears particularly sinister in the mist.

Konan approached a seemingly kind-looking ninja and asked softly, "Excuse me, do you know Kisame Hoshigaki?"

Upon hearing the question, the ninja slowly turned his head. He had a pair of deep-set small eyes, the whites of which were a cloudy yellow, while his pupils were as black as ink. His gaze was cold and sharp, as if he could see through everything.

He was none other than Kisame Hoshigaki. He quickly searched his memory for anything about the two people, but found nothing. A sense of vigilance rose in his heart, and he asked, "Who are you to him?"

Konan was slightly taken aback and was about to speak when Nagato quietly pulled her back.

Nagato remained calm, gave Kisame a slight bow, and politely said, "Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you."

After saying that, before Kisame could react, he grabbed Konan and quickly left.

Their figures quickly disappeared into the crowd, weaving through several narrow alleys until they arrived at a less crowded place.

Xiao Nan stopped, her face full of confusion. "What happened? Why did you suddenly pull me away?"

Nagato's expression was solemn as he slowly said, "The weapon of that ninja just now was the Samehada sword of Suigetsu Hokuki, one of the first Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.

Konan was shocked. "You mean, he's Kisame Hoshigaki!"

An impulse surged within her, and she turned to return to the dock to find Kisame and get some answers, but Nagato stopped her again.

Nagato looked at Konan with a deep gaze, "We've already alerted him. Going back now will only arouse his suspicion and hostility. Kisame must have his own forces and spies in Kirigakure. A direct confrontation will not benefit us."

Chapter 98 Prosthetic Eye

"It would be better to find out about him indirectly, understand his whereabouts and background first, and then make a plan."

Konan nodded slightly after hearing Nagato's words. "Then what should we do?"

Nagato pondered for a moment, "Let's find a secluded place to stay first, and then I'll use the Rinnegan's abilities to secretly observe his every move."

"You should go to some secluded places in the village, such as the underground black market and ninja taverns, and see if you can find out any information about Kisame. Remember, be very careful and don't reveal your identity."

Xiao Nan nodded in agreement, and the two began looking for a place to stay. On the edge of the village, they found an abandoned hut. After tidying it up briefly, they started their respective tasks.

Nagato sat in the hut, closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and used the power of the Rinnegan. His consciousness traversed space and quietly locked onto Kisame's location.

Kisame was talking to several ninjas, a sly and cold glint in his eyes from time to time.

Meanwhile, Konan disguised herself, changed into simple clothes, covered her signature hair with a headscarf, and infiltrated the underground black market of Kirigakure.

The black market was filled with strange smells, and the stalls displayed all sorts of contraband and intelligence scrolls.

Xiao Nan carefully weaved through the crowd, her ears keenly picking up on the conversations around her.

"Have you heard? Kisame Hoshigaki seems to be on a secret mission lately, supposedly related to some important intelligence." A hoarse voice reached Konan's ears.

"Oh? What information?" another person asked curiously.

"I don't know the specifics, but I know it's related to the future of Kirigakure. Kisame has always been very mysterious; nobody knows what he's plotting," the person with the hoarse voice replied.

Xiao Nan's heart stirred, and she continued searching for more clues in the black market.

She saw a ninja selling some classified documents from Kirigakure, so she walked up to him and asked, feigning interest, "Are there any documents about Kisame Hoshigaki among these?"

The ninja gave Konan a wary look. "Why are you asking this? You can't just ask about Kisame like that."

Konan smiled slightly, "I'm just curious. I heard he's a very skilled ninja and I want to know more about him."

The ninja hesitated for a moment. "There's nothing about him in these documents, but I heard that Kisame has been getting close to the village's higher-ups lately, and it seems like he's planning something big."

After receiving this news, Konan quietly left the black market and returned to the hut where she had made a promise with Nagato.

Nagato had also finished observing Kisame, and the two exchanged the information they had gathered.

Nagato said, "It seems Kisame holds a high position in Kirigakure, and the things he's involved in seem to be closely related to the village's future. We must be even more careful and not let him discover our purpose."

Xiao Nan nodded in agreement. "So what should we do next? Continue to gather information?"

After a moment's thought, Nagato replied, "Let's hold back for now and see what Kisame does next. At the same time, we should also be prepared in case he discovers us."

The Uchiha clan's territory was shrouded in a repressive atmosphere.

Four-year-old Sasuke clung tightly to his older brother Itachi's clothes, hiding behind him, his little face full of unease and confusion.

The tribesmen whispered among themselves in the street, their voices filled with fear and anger.

Itachi's figure was tall and resolute. He turned slightly to the side, protecting Sasuke behind him, and calmly stared ahead.