Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Yahiko's ears instantly turned red. He subconsciously raised his hand and waved, a bright smile spreading across his face. "Tanuki! Over here!"

Shisui's Sharingan suddenly contracted, his pupils dilated slightly. He had never seen you dressed like this before, exuding both heroic spirit and lively charm.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and for a moment he forgot to respond to your greeting.

With a soft "click," a palm-sized puppet bird landed on your shoulder. Scorpion's lips curled into a triumphant smile, and the chakra threads on his fingertips shimmered in the sunlight.

You casually rubbed the puppet bird's beak with your finger, an intimate gesture that caused both Yahiko and Shisui to simultaneously turn their gazes toward Sasori.

"..." Shisui looked at Sasori silently.

"Tsk." Yahiko glanced at Sasori and scoffed, "She really knows how to please people."

Scorpion remained expressionless, but a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth beneath his red hair revealed a hint of triumphant smugness. "Jealousy?"

"Found it! The perfect sacrifice!!"

A frenzied voice suddenly rang out, and then a silver figure leaped down from the highest observation platform!

Hidan, wielding the blood-red three-month scythe, his silver hair gleaming coldly in the sunlight, his crimson eyes fixed intently on you, his face contorted with near-manic excitement, "The Jashin will definitely love you!!"

"...Huh?" You were stunned, and before you could react, Hidan was already charging straight at you, wielding his giant scythe!

"Tanuki!" Yahiko's expression changed instantly, and he rushed out almost instinctively.

Shisui's Sharingan suddenly turned, and in a flash, he activated the Body Flicker Technique!

Sasori's eyes turned cold, and the chakra threads on his fingertips tightened suddenly. Several puppets flew out from the shadows, heading straight for Hidan!

Hidan was faster! He approached you, laughing maniacally, his eyes flashing with a morbid fanaticism, "Come on! Let's sacrifice ourselves to the Jashin together!!"

You tilted your head, staring at Hidan, and said, "You're the one who's immortal..."

“That’s right!” Hidan excitedly brandished his scythe. “Come on, sacrifice lady, experience the ecstasy of pain with me—”

His words stopped abruptly.

"I'm sorry, but my 'guards' don't seem to agree."

A cloud of smoke exploded, and your figure vanished instantly, replaced by a piece of substitute wood!

Hidan missed his target, staggered, and before he could regain his balance, Yahiko punched him in the face. Shisui's kunai was pressed against his throat, while Sasori's puppet strings had silently wrapped around his limbs.

"..." Hidan froze for a second, then erupted in fury, "You bunch of nuisances!!"

Meanwhile, the real you is leisurely standing in front of the vendor, picking up a skewer of three-colored dumplings, taking a bite, looking back at the chaotic scene in the distance, and shaking your head with a smile.

"Men are such a hassle."

"Ah~" You clapped your hands lightly amidst the tense atmosphere. "How about this, Mr. Hidan, accompany me to the festival first? If you still insist on..."

Your fingertips traced Hidan's collarbone, leaving an ambiguous red mark. "Shall we discuss the sacrifice again?"

The pupils of all four men contracted simultaneously.

Shisui's kunai cracked with a "crack"; Yahiko's water blade splashed up waves; Sasori's puppet strings were taut; Hidan's scythe clattered to the ground.

"Sacrifice..." the silver-haired boy repeated blankly, then suddenly covered his head in a bright red face. "Wait, this isn't what we agreed on! The evil god didn't tell me the sacrifices would be so cunning!"

At this moment, all four men's attention is focused on the same woman, while you are holding a golden chain in your hand, the other end of which is tied to Hidan, the most fanatical follower of the Jashin Cult.

Sasori's red hair gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and his amber eyes were slightly narrowed as he stared at Hidan as if he were looking at a puppet about to be dismantled.

The chakra threads at his fingertips tightened silently, his heart filled with extreme displeasure. Why should this mad, undead cultist be led around like this?

Yahiko clenched his fists tightly, his brows furrowed deeply beneath his orange hair. Who was Hidan? A madman who took pleasure in killing!

But you walked him like a dog on a leash, and even... you were laughing so happily? An inexplicable anger burned in his chest, making him want to rush up and tear that annoying gold chain off immediately.

Shisui's Sharingan moved silently, his gaze sweeping back and forth between you and Hidan.

Hidan is too dangerous. His immortality combined with the Jashin Cult's bizarre techniques... what if... He dared not think further and could only secretly resolve that he must train twice as hard and never let any danger get close to him again.

Bound by the Golden Release chains, Hidan glares at you through gritted teeth, "Hey! I'm not a dog!"

You turn around, your high ponytail of black hair swaying gently in the wind, a wicked smile playing on your red lips, "Now, you're my dog~"

Hidan's crimson eyes widened, and he was so angry he almost jumped up and down. "The Jashin will punish you!"

You blinked, then suddenly yanked the chain hard. Hidan, caught off guard, stumbled and was pulled in front of you. You leaned slightly forward, your red lips almost touching his ear, your voice as soft as a devil's whisper, "Is your Jashin... as bad as me?"

Hidan was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage, "The Jashin would never have such a twisted sense of humor!"

You tilt your head, feigning innocence as you spread your hands, "Oh~ if it's not a wicked joke, then why call it an evil god?"

"You—!" Hidan's face flushed red with anger. "You are not allowed to slander Lord Jashin!"

Your black hair fell down, obscuring your slightly glowing Sharingan. "Then tell me... is your evil god even more evil than me?"

Hidan was about to retort when he suddenly met your eyes, and in an instant, his world spun around him.

Chapter 102 Partners

Hidan stood frozen in place, his eyes unfocused, completely trapped in the abyss of illusion.

Sasori's fingertips twitched slightly, and the puppet strings retracted silently. He was originally ready to make a move, but he did not expect you to subdue Hidan so easily.

Yahiko breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing you teasing Hidan, he felt a strange pang of sadness. Why are you so...familiar with everyone?

Shisui's Sharingan slowly stopped rotating, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. As expected of you, you can even manipulate the madman of the Jashin Cult.

You release the chains, and Hidan kneels down on the ground with a thud, his eyes glazed over, clearly not yet fully awake from the illusion.

"Have you had enough fun?" Zhi Shui's voice brushed past your ear, her breathing more rapid than usual.

Scorpion slowly and methodically reeled in the puppet strings, as if handling a failed work of art. "Should I turn him into a specimen?"

Yahiko pried open Hidan's fingers, which were tightly gripping the March Scythe, his eyes beneath his orange hair dark and unfathomable. "Next time, let's play with someone else...like me?"

You look at them and suddenly burst out laughing, "You three... are even more interesting than Hidan!"

Hidan: "...???" (Still under the genjutsu)

In this festival of evil gods, who is the real "prey"?

The crimson moonlight enveloped the illusionary world, and the thick air was filled with a rusty, metallic smell. Hidan knelt on the ground piled with bones, his three-handed scythe deeply embedded in his shoulder, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.

This was supposed to be a sacrifice offered to the evil god, but now it seemed so ridiculous.

Your figure hovers in mid-air, the hem of your kimono transforming into countless writhing shadows, with a deformed, two-faced monster lurking behind you.

On the left, a crying face is streaming with blood and tears, while on the right, a smiling face has its mouth torn to the roots of its ears. When your pale fingers trace the monster's fangs, the entire space is filled with a strange sound of weeping and shrill laughter.

"Hidan~" You lightly tapped Hidan's chin with your toe, "How does your evil god compare to mine?"

Hidan trembled violently as he saw the evil god's runes he had devoutly drawn melting beneath his feet, the blood-soaked incantations crawling like living creatures toward the two-faced monster's claws.

What terrified him most was that the originally surging evil god power within him was now cowering deep within his blood vessels as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

"Who exactly are you?" Hidan's hoarse voice was filled with broken breaths as he stared intently at Nagi's collarbone, which was exposed at the neckline of her kimono. There, a mark that was exactly the same as the last page of the Jashin Codex was gradually emerging.

You suddenly leaned down, a strand of your hair falling onto his bleeding lips, "Your new master~"

The sunlight of the real world pierced Hidan's pupils like a sharp sword. He staggered and knelt on one knee, his silver hair soaked with sweat and sticking to his neck.

When your image reappeared in my bloodshot eyes, the noise of the street, the drums and music of the festival, and even the sound of breathing disappeared.

All that remained in the world was that figure looking down at him from above, a few bloodstains on the cuffs of his kimono, and the shadow cast on his cheek by his eyelashes like a cross of judgment.

"You...you are the real..." Hidan's Adam's apple bobbed wildly as he grabbed your ankle and pressed his forehead against yours, his spine contorted in a bizarre arc from excessive excitement. "Jashin-sama!"

Sasori's puppet strings tightened instantly, and he saw unfamiliar black runes appear on Hidan's bare nape. Those patterns were eroding the original evil god's curse mark at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What's even more terrifying is that when Hidan's crimson eyes look at you, what surges within them is no longer human fanaticism, but the madness of a sacrificer witnessing a miracle.

Having escaped the chaos of the ritual, you and Yahiko plan to take Shisui back to the organization's base.

The setting sun painted the path home red, and the wind in the woods carried the scent of Luoyang.

The leaves rustled as you walked side by side, yet a faint chakra fluctuation always lingered behind you.

Shisui's Sharingan twitched slightly as he whispered, "Someone is following us."

Yahiko's muscles tensed instantly, his fingers quietly pressing onto his ninja tool pouch. "Since when did this start?"

You simply curled the corners of your lips slightly, without stopping your steps, and said, "Don't be nervous, maybe it's someone you know."

Before he finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook.

A giant tree crashed down, and amidst the rising dust, a massive puppet slowly emerged. Fei Liu Hu's mechanical joints creaked and grotesque, and its hideous exterior gleamed coldly in the setting sun.

"Scorpion?" You raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in your eyes.

A red-haired boy stepped out from behind the puppet, his amber eyes staring straight at you.

His expression was more complicated than usual, as if he had made up his mind, yet it also carried a rare hint of hesitation.

“The raccoon dog.” His voice was deep and firm. “I’ve thought about it for a long time… about the meaning of existence.”

A gentle breeze swept by, swirling a few fallen leaves that briefly danced between you.

"Perhaps the Akatsuki organization has the answer I need."

A smile instantly lit up your eyes, as if you had expected this moment. "Akatsuki welcomes you!"

Scorpion's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was interrupted.

"Evil God! Don't abandon me!!"

A silver figure rushed over like a whirlwind. Hidan's purplish-red eyes burned with an almost morbid fanaticism. He rushed in front of you, knelt down with a "thump," clasped his hands together, and looked up at you with the eyes of a believer looking up at a god.

"I want to join too!"

Shisui: “…”

Yahiko: "..."

scorpion:"……"

The three of them fell silent.

You look down at the kneeling Hidan. The black runes faintly visible in the boy's silver hair are traces of genjutsu. You gently tap Hidan's shoulder with your toe. "Want to come along?"

"Please allow me to be your most loyal sacrifice!" Hidan excitedly tried to hug your leg, but Sasori's puppet strings suddenly grabbed him by the back of his collar.

"Enough is enough." Scorpion's voice was as cold as ice.

Suddenly, you bent down, lifted Hidan's chin with your fingers, and a seductive light shone in your Sharingan eyes. "Remember, if you follow me, you must abide by my rules."

"Yes! Yes!" Hidan nodded frantically, his silver hair brushing against the back of your hand. "I'll kill whoever you tell me to! I'll die as many times as you want!"

Yahiko sighed, "Our Akatsuki organization isn't a cult..."

"...Follow me." You finally waved helplessly, and as you turned around, the ends of your hair brushed against Hidan's fanatical face. The silver-haired youth immediately jumped up and followed behind you like a large dog, completely ignoring the three murderous gazes.

Yahiko grabbed Hidan by the collar. "You better behave yourself!"

Shisui rubbed his temples, his Sharingan eyes filled with weariness.

As you walk in front, listening to the noisy commotion behind you, you can't help but laugh out loud.

The trip seems to be getting lively.

"Lord Jashin! Look at that cloud, doesn't it look like a sacrificed soul?" Hidan pointed at the sky, gesturing wildly, his silver hair gleaming eerily in the setting sun. "When we get back to the organization, I'll definitely prepare the most perfect altar for you! With the freshest..."

"Hidan!" Yahiko's forehead veins bulged, and his orange hair stood on end like a bristling fox tail. "Can't you be quiet for a moment?"

Hidan ignored you and instead moved closer, "Lord Jashin, what kind of offerings do you prefer? I think that red-haired kid would be perfect for being disassembled into parts—"

Sasori's puppet strings instantly pierced Hidan's neck, leaving a bloody mark on his skin. The red-haired boy's amber eyes were icy cold. "If you want to die, just say so."

"Alright, alright." You reached out and pressed down on Sasori's shoulder, the warmth from your fingertips making the boy stiffen slightly. "Hidan, if you keep making noise, you'll be sleeping in a tree tonight."

Surprisingly, the fanatical silver-haired believer immediately covered his mouth, though his purplish-red eyes still shone with a morbid devotion.

Shisui seized the opportunity to quicken his pace and walk to the front, his Sharingan eyes filled with relief.

However, the silence lasted only three minutes.

"Ugh! That merchant's eyes are so annoying!" Hidan suddenly sprang to his feet, the March Scythe already in his hand. "I'm going to offer him to—"

Yahiko delivered a powerful chop to Hidan's nape, but the impact felt like hitting steel, leaving his hand numb. Hidan turned his head, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "Want to fight?"

"Enough!" Your Sharingan suddenly spun, and Hidan froze on the spot. When he turned to Yahiko, he found the orange-haired boy staring at your hand that was still on Sasori's shoulder, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

"If this continues..." Yahiko's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he fell silent the moment you reached out and grabbed his arm.