Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Her fingers trembled slightly, and her voice was panicked, "How could... there be no response at all?"

Konan's paper butterfly flew from her palm and gently landed on your forehead, but was instantly shattered into powder by some invisible force. "Something's wrong... Her chakra is resisting external interference."

—Outside the tent, the atmosphere froze instantly.

Yahiko was the first to rush in. When he saw your face, his pupils dilated. He knelt on one knee by the bed and gently stroked your cheek with his fingers, the touch was icy cold.

"Back to base." His voice was deep and resolute as he slipped his arms under your knees and carefully lifted you up.

Your head rested limply against his chest, your black hair cascading down like a waterfall, swaying gently with his steps.

On the way back, the air was so heavy it was almost stagnant.

Deidara's blond hair, usually so flamboyant, lay limply against his forehead. He kept kneading the clay, then irritably crumbled it. "Wicked woman... you can't get hurt! Hmm!"

Hidan's three-month scythe dragged on the ground, making a harsh scraping sound. He was unusually quiet, but stared intently at you in Yahiko's arms, his eyes gloomy and terrifying.

Scorpion's puppet strings silently coiled around his fingertips, and Hiruko's shell gleamed coldly in the sunlight. His gaze remained fixed on your slightly heaving chest, as if to confirm that you were still alive.

Nagato's Rinnegan shifted slightly, his gaze piercing through your body, yet all he could see was a chaotic vortex of chakra. His brows furrowed, and his fingers clenched unconsciously.

At the Akatsuki headquarters, the laboratory door was suddenly kicked open.

"Orochimaru! Something's happened to that wicked woman!" Deidara's roar echoed down the corridor.

Orochimaru looked up from the experimental data, his golden vertical pupils slightly contracting when he saw you in Yahiko's arms. He slowly put down the test tube, a meaningful smile curving his lips. "Oh? This is truly...unexpected."

Yahiko gently placed you on the lab table, his movements as delicate as if he were afraid of breaking a precious treasure. His voice suppressed his anger, "Save her."

Orochimaru's fingertips traced your neck, feeling your faint pulse. His gaze lingered for a moment on the curse mark on your collarbone, where an ominous golden light emanated.

"Why is the cat unconscious?" he asked, knowing the answer already.

Orochimaru chuckled and withdrew his hand. "His aura is stable, but he can't wake up..." He deliberately dragged out his words. "Perhaps you should go find Tsunade."

The name Tsunade is like a boulder thrown into the water, stirring up countless ripples.

Yahiko's eyes sharpened instantly. "Tsunade from Konoha?"

Scorpion's puppet strings tightened suddenly. "Are you trying to shirk responsibility?"

Deidara exploded, "Are you kidding me! Hmm! That wicked woman won't wait that long!"

Orochimaru shrugged, a playful smile on his face. "I was just offering... the most suitable suggestion."

—Just then, your finger twitched slightly.

Lin was the first to notice, and exclaimed in surprise, "She moved!"

All eyes turned to them instantly, and everyone held their breath in unison.

Your brows furrowed slightly, a barely audible groan escaped your lips, and your eyelashes trembled as if you were struggling against some unseen force.

Yahiko immediately grasped your hand, the warmth from your palm making his heart tighten. "Tanuki?"

The next second, your eyes snap open.

In the crimson Sharingan, the three tomoe spun wildly, then suddenly transformed into patterns that no one had ever seen before.

The laboratory lights suddenly went out, leaving only the eerie glow in your eyes.

"Finally... I'm back..."

Your voice is no longer the clear and bright one it used to be; instead, it carries a strange dual timbre, as if two souls are speaking at the same time.

Then, you closed your eyes again.

The laboratory fell into dead silence.

Orochimaru's lips slowly curled into a smile, his golden vertical pupils gleaming with excitement in the darkness. "Interesting...very interesting..."

The men surrounding the lab table all lowered their gazes simultaneously.

Yahiko stood at the top of the steps, the morning breeze ruffling his robes, his eyes filled with a determination like the dawn's first light.

"No matter the cost, we must find Tsunade!" His voice echoed across the empty plaza, and everyone nodded silently.

"Remember, you must return in three days to report back, whether there's news or not!"

Yahiko took one last look in the direction of the tower, where you still slept.

In the room at the top of the tower, sunlight filters through the gauze curtains and falls onto the bed. You lie quietly, your long, black hair spread out on the white sheets, making your skin appear almost translucent.

Xiao Nan sits by the bed, a paper butterfly in her hand gently landing on your brow before disappearing silently.

"Raccoon slave..."

Her fingertips brushed across your cheek, the touch cool.

Lin was preparing the medicine, her medical chakra flowing in her palm, but it couldn't penetrate your body. She bit her lip, a hint of self-reproach flashing in her eyes.

Xiao Nan gripped your hand tightly, and the piece of paper silently slipped out of her sleeve, transforming into fine runes that wrapped around your wrist.

"No matter what method we use..." Her voice was soft, but it carried an unwavering determination.

"We will definitely wake you up."

You feel yourself floating in endless darkness, as if being pulled by some mysterious force, falling into a chaotic void.

Her body was as light as a feather, yet as heavy as lead, tumbling uncontrollably.

An ancient and oppressive atmosphere permeated the surroundings, as if one had traveled through a thousand years of time. Low murmurs echoed in the ears, faint and indistinct, like ancient incantations or someone's sigh.

"Where...is this?"

Trying to struggle, you find that you can't even move your fingers. Darkness envelops you like a tide until a blinding white light suddenly tears through the void.

You squinted, barely adjusting to the sudden light. At the edge of the chaos, a tall, slender figure stood with his back to you, his white robes billowing in the void, his black hair flowing like a waterfall.

His very presence was like an invisible barrier, radiating a suffocating pressure, as if even time itself stood still before him.

Your heart suddenly races, and your throat tightens slightly. "Who are you?"

The man slowly turned around, revealing a face so handsome it was almost sharp.

His narrow eyes were as sharp as blades, and flames seemed to burn deep within his dark pupils. His thin lips were slightly upturned, exuding an innate arrogance and unruliness.

When his gaze falls on you, you feel as if you are locked in by some invisible force, and even breathing becomes difficult.

"Prajna reincarnation, why have you trespassed into the forbidden territory of my soul?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, like an echo that had traveled through a thousand years, each syllable carrying a powerful and awe-inspiring force.

Your fingertips trembled slightly, but you stubbornly raised your eyes to meet his gaze, "I don't know."

His gaze swept over your entire body as if it were tangible, pausing for a moment when he saw the glowing curse mark on your collarbone. Suddenly, his slender fingers rose and lightly touched your brow. "Let me see what caused the crack in the barrier between the two worlds."

In an instant, countless fragments of memories swept in like a blizzard.

You witness the bloody battles of the Warring States period, the moment the Uchiha stone tablet was altered by Black Zetsu, and the fall of your other self within the golden Susanoo... finally settling on a pair of Mangekyou Sharingan eyes shedding blood tears.

"I see." Indra withdrew his hand, his sleeves fluttering as if drawing in the swirling stars. "A fragment of a soul from another world lies dormant within you."

You pressed your hand to your rapidly heaving chest, the memories that weren't yours still searing your nerves. "So what Madara saw..."

“It is a destiny that has been altered.” Indra turned around, his white robes spreading out in the void like wings. He waved his hand and summoned a light screen, which showed the scene of Black Zetsu modifying the stone tablet. “A thousand years of obsession is nothing more than someone else’s game.”

The light screen suddenly shattered into countless fragments, each reflecting a different tragedy—Izuna's death, the break between Madara and Hashirama, Obito's fall from grace... Your Sharingan uncontrollably transformed into a kaleidoscope form, the three tomoe twisting into a pattern of thorns.

"Life and death are a cycle, but power endures forever." You murmured unconsciously, the pattern in your eyes resonating strangely with Indra's Rinnegan.

Indra was slightly taken aback, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

It felt like appreciation, and also like a long-lost resonance.

“In chaotic times, power often leads people astray.” His voice lowered, his gaze distant, as if recalling something. “Like Ashura and me…we ultimately took completely different paths.”

As you gaze at him, for some reason, you catch a faint, almost imperceptible hint of loneliness in his cold, stern face.

Do you regret it?

Indra's pupils contracted slightly.

He never thought about this question.

Indra's voice was deep and resonant, as if it came from the long river of time over thousands of years. His gaze pierced through the void and landed on your face. In the depths of his sharp black eyes, a rare and imperceptible wavering was revealed.

"Perhaps there was a sliver of that during the long years."

His fingertips gently caressed his cuffs, as if recalling memories, or perhaps mocking himself.

“But the gears of fate have already turned, and they cannot be stopped.” His voice gradually hardened, as if he were trying to convince himself.

"I have chosen my own path, and I must continue to walk it, even if it means going against the whole world."

You gaze at him quietly, and for some reason, your heart tightens slightly.

This man, who stood at the pinnacle of the ninja world, appeared so lonely at this moment.

"You and Asura..." Your voice was soft, yet it made the surrounding stars tremble, "like two sides of the moon."

Indra's fingertips trembled slightly. The metaphor was all too familiar, so familiar that it brought a long-standing pang of pain to his heart.

Chapter 139 Awakening

"You are... quite different from others."

His voice softened unusually, and he raised his long, slender fingers to gently stroke the corner of your eye.

"It wasn't affected by Prajna at all, and even fused with her dual souls..."

His fingertips carry the chakra accumulated over a thousand years, cold and powerful, yet the moment they touch you, they reveal a hint of gentle restraint.

Your breath hitched slightly.

——Too close.

The aura of Indra envelops you, carrying an ancient and chilling sense of oppression, yet strangely reassuring.

His thumb gently brushed against your lower eyelid, his dark eyes slightly narrowed.

“I see.” He murmured, his voice deep and magnetic. “You’ve also mastered this power.”

Before he finished speaking, his fingertip suddenly touched your brow!

"Well...!"

Your neck, arched back in pain, forms a graceful arc. Indra unconsciously reaches out to support you, his palm feeling as soft as silk. For a moment, this progenitor who once looked down on the entire ninja world subconsciously softens his grip.

"Hold on..."

His voice was a few decibels lower than usual, and a hint of pity, which he himself did not notice, flashed in his narrow eyes.

In the midst of excruciating pain, you grab Indra's robes, but freeze when you touch his chest. There is no heartbeat there, only countless sealing runes flickering beneath his skin, like shackles binding a god.

"This is..."

“Gift and curse.” Indra let you hold him, gently combing your long hair, which was soaked with cold sweat, with his other hand.

He suddenly pulled you into his arms, with such force that he almost wanted to meld you into his very bones. Black hair intertwined with black hair, white robes overlapping black clothes.

"Accept me all of me," he whispered in your ear, his voice trembling more than ever before, "including this... filthy love."

Indra's lips finally landed on your brow, leaving a glowing wedge-shaped mark.

"I will wait for you at the end of time..." His figure began to fade, his last words turning into a wisp of breeze lingering in your hair.

His voice was deep, carrying an irresistible power, yet containing a subtle hint of something else...

The surrounding darkness crumbled like a shattered mirror, and you reached out sharply, trying to grab him—

"Wait! Who are you?!" But the voice was swallowed by nothingness.

At the last moment, you seem to see Indra's lips slightly part, silently saying, "Don't disappoint me... Prajna."

Under the dim sky, the crimson clouds of Akatsuki's robes churned in the wind, like a blood mist spreading. Tsunade's golden hair fluttered slightly in the chilling air. She narrowed her eyes, her sharp gaze sweeping over the six people before her—

"Who are you?" Her voice was low and dangerous, her knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.

Yahiko stepped forward, the shadow of his Akatsuki robe obscuring half his face, revealing only a pair of cold, piercing eyes. "Tsunade-hime, I am Yahiko, the leader of the Akatsuki organization. I have specially invited you to Amegakure."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable sense of pressure, as if it were not a request but an order.

Tsunade sneered, clenching her fists even tighter. "What if I don't go?"

The air froze, and Yahiko's eyes instantly turned cold, all politeness vanishing in that moment. "In that case, we will take our leave."