Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

The moment the sweet and sour juice spread in your mouth, you tasted an even more dangerous flavor: the scorpion's fingertips retained a cool fragrance, a blend of pine wood and medicine, unique to him.

"Is it sweet?" Scorpion leaned down, his breath spraying onto your face. At this distance, he could see your trembling eyelashes and your throat moving slightly as you swallowed.

Your breathing became erratic, and the things that had been suppressed in Scorpion's eyes for years were beginning to break through the ice. Grape juice still clung to his fingertips, now slowly tracing the curve of your lower lip.

"Sweet," you answered softly, but you didn't know whether you were referring to the grapes or to this ambiguous relationship that teetered on the edge of danger.

Deidara suddenly slammed his cup down on the table. "Hey! That's a foul, isn't it?!"

Hidan chimed in sarcastically, "Exactly, peeling a grape is like feeding it poison."

Scorpion straightened up, slowly wiping his hands with a silk handkerchief, his gaze fixed on your glistening lips. "The King's Game... isn't it meant to be played by breaking the rules?"

Nagato coughed lightly to announce the start of the next round, but everyone's attention was still on the grape that had been shared.

As the noise of the first nine rounds of the game gradually subsided, you nestled in the corner of the sofa with your juice glass, secretly rejoicing like a cat that had just stolen some fish.

Watching Hidan being suspended upside down by Sasori's puppet strings, and Deidara being forced to sculpt chibi versions of everyone using clay, you bit the rim of your cup, trying to suppress your laughter until your shoulders shook.

In the tenth round of the game, Nagato suddenly drew the King card from his slender fingers, flipping it in a dangerous arc between his fingers.

"Change the rules." A slight ripple appeared in his Rinnegan as he fanned out the remaining cards on the coffee table. "Whoever gets the number 10..."

A slight shiver suddenly ran down your spine.

Nagato's gaze swept across your face with an almost tangible intensity, a wicked smile curving his lips. "Blindfold yourself and identify everyone present." He paused, then added, "Only by touch."

The air in the room instantly became thick and sticky.

When Nagato looks at you with a half-smile, the suffocating feeling of being locked on by a large, ferocious beast makes your throat tighten.

"Number 10." The moment you flipped over the card, Yahiko suddenly coughed as if he had choked, Deidara's clay rabbit exploded into fireworks with a "pop," and Hidan began nervously stroking his three-month scythe.

Nagato had already walked up behind you. His breath brushed past your ear as he said, "You're willing to accept defeat." His hands reached around your eyes, and the cool touch of the ribbons made you involuntarily flinch.

"Let's begin," Nagato's voice came from afar. "From left to right, one at a time."

With your vision deprived, your other senses are amplified. You can hear the subtle rustling of fabric, smell the mixed scents of pine, gunpowder, and rust in the air, and even feel several burning gazes falling on you.

You slowly extend your hand, your fingertips trembling slightly in the air.

The first person I touched had strong, taut muscles beneath their clothes. I tried to trace the lines upwards, but just as I was about to touch their shoulder, a powerful hand suddenly grabbed my wrist.

"Guess who I am?" Hidan's deliberately lowered voice was mocking as his thumb maliciously rubbed the most sensitive skin on the inside of your wrist, sending a slight shiver down your spine.

"Hidan!" you blurted out almost immediately.

"Too easy." The silver-haired boy clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, but showed no intention of letting go of you. He pulled your fingers and pressed them hard against his well-defined abs. "Lord Evil God, you can't guess it so quickly next time."

His body temperature was burning hot, and his muscles tensed and relaxed under my fingers, like some kind of silent temptation.

Your ears burned, and you jerked your hand back, only to bump into someone else's chest as you stepped back.

The second person's fingertips had thin calluses from years of holding a pen. "Yahiko." You recognized him almost instantly.

Your response was a low chuckle. Yahiko suddenly reached out and pulled you into his arms, his hot chest pressed against your back, and the sound of his heartbeat could be clearly heard through the fabric.

“You guessed right.” His lips were almost touching your ear, his breath hot. “But the reward for guessing right… is more than that.”

Your back is stiff, your fingertips curl unconsciously, Yahiko's embrace is too dangerous, like a gentle trap, making you forget to break free for a moment.

You finally let go, and you breathed a sigh of relief, only to be snatched into another embrace the next second.

This person's aura was even calmer, with a chilling quality. You hesitated and raised your hand, your fingertips first touching her long, silky hair. Strands of hair slipped from her fingers, leaving a slightly cool sensation.

There was no answer.

In the darkness, you feel your wrist being gently grasped, and then Itachi guides your palm to slowly press it against his cheek.

His skin was slightly cool, his features were well-defined, and when your fingertips traced the bridge of his high nose and touched the corner of his lips, you noticed that it was slightly upturned.

"Your hands are trembling." Itachi's voice was close at hand, low and gentle, like a night breeze. "Are you afraid?"

His lips are kissing your fingertips, his warm breath entwining around your fingers, like some kind of silent teasing. Your heart is pounding so fast it feels like it's going to burst out of your chest. You unconsciously back away, only to be gently pulled back by him.

This is not the Uchiha Itachi you know.

Deidara's voice suddenly came from the other side, "Hey! Shouldn't we switch? Hmm!"

His fingers rudely inserted themselves between the two of them, forcefully grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from Itachi.

"My turn, hmm!"

The moment your fingertips touched Deidara's cheek, a warm, soft sensation spread through your palm—

"Deidara!" You jerked your hand back, as if burned by flames, your ear tips instantly turning bright red.

"Hahaha!" The blond boy laughed triumphantly, his blue eyes gleaming with cunning. "The wicked girl's palms are sweet, aren't they!" He deliberately licked his lips.

You're so angry you want to rip off your blindfold, but a pair of hands gently press down on your shoulders. You tentatively take a step forward, only to step on something round and chubby.

It's Deidara's damn clay ball! The moment you lose your balance, a pair of hands catch you steadily; the touch feels all too familiar.

The chest beneath my palm is broad and warm, and I can feel the even, strong heartbeat through the fabric.

The person's hands gently rested on your waist, their fingertips roughened by the calluses of a sword, yet incredibly tender.

The crisp scent of green leaves lingers in the air, reminding you of the morning mist along the banks of the Naka River.

He simply rests his chin gently on the top of your head; this silent embrace is more tender than any words.

But this warmth was fleeting.

The next second, you are suddenly wrapped in the cold arms of a puppet, the hard wooden joints are pressed against your waist, and your ten fingers are held firmly by another pair of hands.

The man's fingertips were slightly cool, carrying the scent of pine resin and medicine, as he inserted his fingers one by one into the spaces between his own.

"It's me." Scorpion's voice rang close to your ear, his breath brushing against the downy hair behind your ear.

Scorpion's body temperature is always low, but at this moment, your palms are unusually hot. You try to pull your hand away, but he holds it even tighter. This action causes the collar of Scorpion's robe to slip down, and your fingertips accidentally touch the puppet seam below his collarbone.

"Don't move." Scorpion's voice darkened.

The following identifications were relatively simple: the faint scent of paper and ink on Konan, Kisame's rough, sharkskin-like skin, Kakuzu's peculiar touch with stitches, and Rin's subtle circles drawn in her palm.

Everyone provided obvious clues, yet at some point they did something unexpected.

Finally, you touched the hem of someone's clothes, and the chakra fluctuations emanating from your fingertips were so peculiar, like the immense energy contained within a deep vortex.

Your fingers trembled slightly; you were all too familiar with this chakra.

"Nagato," you said with certainty, your fingers tracing upwards along the fabric of your clothes, trying to confirm the existence of the Rinnegan.

"Wrong." Nagato's voice suddenly came close, carrying a dangerous laugh. "Guess again."

You frown in confusion, clearly sensing the unique chakra fluctuations of the Rinnegan; that power, seemingly capable of devouring everything, is unmistakable.

In the instant you hesitate, Nagato suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you close.

Your hands are forced to rest on his chest, and you can feel his strong heartbeat through the fabric.

"And now?" Nagato's breath brushed against your lips, so close it was almost a kiss. Your mind went blank, all your thinking disrupted by this sudden intimacy.

The blindfold was loosened.

The sudden light made you squint, and when your vision cleared, you were shocked to find everyone gathered around you, each holding a card, and every card was a bright red "10".

"You...!" Your face instantly turned bright red as you looked at Nagato, who was wearing a triumphant smile, his Rinnegan flashing with a rare light of pleasure.

"The second game is over," Nagato announced, his gaze never leaving you. "It seems the winner is all of us."

Deidara whistled, Shisui smiled without saying a word, while Sasori thoughtfully rubbed his fingers, as if savoring the sensation from just now.

You then realize that this is not a game of kings at all, but a carefully designed ambiguous trap.

The blush that had been flushed with embarrassment and anger gradually faded, replaced by an almost transparent paleness.

"This is really... an interesting game." Your voice suddenly changed.

The temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop several degrees.

Everyone noticed something was wrong. Deidara's half-formed clay rabbit suddenly froze in his palm; Sasori's puppet strings tightened silently; Shisui slightly widened his Sharingan; even Nagato's Rinnegan showed a hint of surprise.

You tilted your head slightly, your black hair cascading over your shoulders, and slowly and deliberately retied the loose belt of your nightgown. "Since you lied to me..."

The crimson Sharingan slowly rotated in the shadows. "Then let me set the rules for the third game."

No one objected.

It wasn't out of guilt, but because you were so captivating at that moment. Standing in the flickering candlelight, the collar of your robe still bore the creases from the earlier chaos, yet your eyes held the gaze of a queen who held life and death in her hands.

This dangerous contrast made everyone's heart race.

"The name of the third game is..." You lightly touch your lips with your fingertip, and the tomoe in your Sharingan suddenly spin faster, "The Liar's Tavern."

As you snap your fingers, the smoke grenade hidden in your sleeve explodes with a "bang".

When the smoke cleared, the entire hall had transformed into a dimly lit tavern! The long table became an oak bar, the sofas turned into high-backed booths, and even antique kerosene lamps hung from the ceiling—clearly a pre-prepared illusionary barrier.

"The rules are simple." You take out a special deck of cards from your sleeve, flick your finger, and the cards scatter on the table like butterfly wings.

“Everyone takes turns drawing a card, which will have an instruction written on it: ‘Lie’ or ‘Truth’.” You lean slightly forward, your long hair falling down, covering half of your face, revealing only one smiling eye.

"The person who draws 'lie' must tell a lie; the person who draws 'truth' must tell a truth—but the others must judge whether what they say is true or false."

“If you guess right, the liar will be punished.” You paused, your fingertips lightly tracing your collarbone. “If you guess wrong… then the person who guessed wrong will receive the liar’s ‘reward’.”

Deidara whistled, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Sounds interesting, huh!"

Scorpion tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his gaze fixed on your face. "...What are the punishment and reward?"

"That's my decision."

Chapter 134 The King's Game (11)

Uchiha Shisui lightly twirled the card with the word "lie" written on it between his fingertips. The card turned slightly between his slender fingers, reflecting a dim yellow light.

He glanced down, and when he looked up again, he still had that gentle and composed demeanor, but the darkness in his eyes was deeper than usual, like a whirlpool lurking beneath a calm lake.

“My lie is—” he said in a low voice, looking straight into your eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips, “I have no improper thoughts about you.”

The air suddenly stagnated.

Your eyelashes trembled slightly, your breath paused almost imperceptibly for a moment, and you stared into his eyes, trying to find a flaw in that deep tenderness.

But Zhi Shui was too good at disguising himself. His expression was flawless, as if his words were just a lie under the rules of the game, without any selfish motives.

But you know it's not true, because you've seen the slight tightening of his palms every time he catches you; you've seen the restraint in his gaze as he stands behind you, his eyes fixed on the ends of your hair; you've seen him standing alone in the courtyard late at night after a mission, his fingertips tracing the traces of the kunai you left behind.

"...Is this the truth or a lie?" Your voice was a few decibels lower than usual.

Shisui did not answer, but simply gazed at you quietly, the smile on her lips deepening, while undercurrents surged in her eyes.

Deidara slammed his hand on the table, his golden hair dancing in the candlelight, his tone resolute, "That's absolutely a lie! Hmm! The way Shisui looks at those wicked women—"

Scorpion gave him a cold glance, the puppet's fingertips silently pressing against the back of his neck, its voice dangerous, "Shut up."

Xiao Nan tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her eyes thoughtful. "If it's a lie, then it means..."

Your gaze remained fixed on Shisui, "...a lie."

Shisui's smile deepened, a hint of triumphant pleasure flashing in his eyes.

“You guessed right.” Zhi Shui slowly stood up, his tall figure casting an ambiguous shadow in the candlelight. He walked up to you, leaned closer, and his voice was low and almost seductive, “So, what is my punishment?”

Your gaze slid from his eyes to his lips, and then back to those unfathomable black eyes.

“Your punishment is…” Her fingertips lifted slightly, almost touching his chin, but stopped at the last moment, “Tonight, you are not allowed to avoid my gaze again.”

Shisui's pupils contracted slightly.

He, who was always good at hiding his emotions, seemed to have all his pretenses seen through at this moment. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his breathing faltered for a moment.

Shisui chuckled softly, his voice hoarse, "...What a cruel punishment."

But his gaze never left your face.

As the second round began, Scorpion lowered his eyes to look at the "Truth" card on his fingertips. The paper reflected his pale knuckles, which had been with puppets for many years, as if it were a kind of silent irony. He should have been the one who hated revealing his true feelings the most.

“The truth is—” he began slowly, his voice low and clear, like sand rubbing against silk, with a hint of unfamiliar roughness, “I hate contact with people.”

The air seemed to freeze slightly as everyone held their breath.

Scorpion's gaze fell on you, a rare ripple flashing in his amber pupils, like a crack appearing on a frozen lake, "...but you are the exception."

Nagato raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his Rinnegan, and turned to you, "What do you think?"