Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Her fingers glowed with the green light of medical chakra, but she deliberately pressed them against the old wound where Obito had been crushed by a rock years ago.

Afei's body visibly stiffened, but his sweet voice remained perfectly composed, "Senior is so gentle! But..."

He suddenly leaned closer, the stench of blood filling the air. "What...were you looking at just now?"

“I’m just worried about rats stealing the medicine.” She stepped back subtly, her white coat brushing against Obito’s knees. “Recently… there have been a lot of rats at the base.”

Ah Fei let out an exaggerated laugh, but the laughter didn't reach his eyes. He seemingly unintentionally kicked over a medical waste bin in the corner, scattering blood-stained bandages all over the floor, some of which clearly bore bite marks and lip prints.

"You need to clean this up properly, senior~" He tilted his head, his voice suddenly lowering, "After all... medical malpractice... isn't that the scariest thing?"

Rin's fingertips trembled slightly. This was a threat, a blatant threat. She watched as Obito's ethereal body passed through the wall, "accidentally" knocking over your special calming incense before leaving.

Lin recalled the torrential rain at the Kannabi Bridge, and the tears she had shed for that boy. Now he had returned alive, but he wore a mask and coveted her moonlight.

In the shadow of the medical cabinet, a syringe filled with purple liquid quietly slipped into her sleeve. Lin held up the glass bottle to the moonlight, watching her reflection overlap with the distorted Obito in the water.

“This time…” she gently kissed the lip print left on the bottle’s rim, “I won’t give it to anyone again.”

When she pushed open the door to her room, her steps paused almost imperceptibly.

Under the dim light, Obito Uchiha leans against your bed, his orange vortex mask casually tossed aside, revealing his handsome face crisscrossed with scars.

His eyes were closed, his combat uniform was loosely open at the collar, and the scar on his collarbone gleamed with an ambiguous color under the light.

"Don't you have your own room?" You slammed the door shut behind you, your voice devoid of emotion.

Obito slowly opened his eyes. "During those days in the cave, why didn't I see you and I separated by ourselves?" He propped himself up, his voice low. "Why are you acting like a stranger now?"

You scoffed lightly, hung your ninja tool bag on the shelf by the door, and said, "Fine, whatever makes you happy." You turned to push the door open and leave.

The air suddenly distorted—

Obito's figure blurred and solidified, instantly blocking your way.

His arm braced against the door, trapping you in a small space. "Have I already made you hate me so much that we can't even share a room?" He leaned down closer, his hot breath brushing against your ear, his tone dangerous like a taut string.

You look up at him. "Men and women should not touch each other," you reply in a deliberately old-fashioned tone, while your fingertips lightly brush against the belt around his waist.

This action made Obito's breathing noticeably heavier. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him. "It was just one night," he said, his voice hoarse.

You stopped and looked into his eyes with a half-smile, "Are you sure?"

A flash of lightning streaked across the window, illuminating your faces so close together.

Obito's gaze moved from your smiling lips to your slightly open collar, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

"You did this on purpose." Obito gritted his teeth, but hugged you even tighter.

Your fingers traced the scar at the corner of his eye. "Only now you realize?" Your breath brushed against his tense jaw. "I thought... you were smarter than them."

"So I'm special?" he asked with a hint of smugness.

You didn't answer, but suddenly stood on tiptoe and bit his Adam's apple. Obito groaned and pressed his palm against the back of your head to deepen the contact.

The two chakras clashed in the narrow entrance hall, and the air was filled with the scorching aura unique to lightning release.

Just a second before Obito was about to lose control, you suddenly pulled back, nimbly slipped under his arm, and casually grabbed the mask from the bed and put it back on his face.

"Sleep on the floor." You casually tossed out these words and headed straight for the bathroom.

Obito stood frozen in place, his expression behind the mask a complex mix of emotions. It wasn't until the sound of running water came from the bathroom that he gritted his teeth and ripped off the mask, "You woman...!"

The sound of water stopped abruptly, and your voice came through the door, carrying the pleasure of a successful prank: "Get out if you make any more noise."

Chapter 164 - Lamentation

Outraged, Dai Tu laughed and simply lay down on your bed, burying his face in the pillow you had slept on. The cool mint scent mixed with a hint of cold air was your very own.

"Liar..." he muttered to himself, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips. "Saying men and women shouldn't touch each other..."

The bathroom door suddenly opened, and you walked out wearing a loose black robe, your hair still dripping wet. Seeing Obito occupying your bed, you raised an eyebrow. "Looks like someone wants to be thrown out."

Obito leaned to the side, propping his head up, and looked you over without restraint. "You can't bear to part with me." His gaze was so intense it almost left a mark on your skin.

You gave a noncommittal laugh and casually turned off the light.

In the darkness, you kicked Obito with perfect accuracy, "Go a little over there."

Obito grabbed your ankle and pulled you into his arms. Your breaths mingled in the darkness, and Obito's voice was low and almost gentle, "Just one night...you promised."

You didn't struggle; with your back to Obito, you could clearly feel the intense heartbeat of the person behind you, a realization that brought you great joy.

The rain outside the window grew heavier. Obito carefully wrapped his arms around your waist, and when there was no resistance, he slowly tightened them. His lips touched your collarbone, and he whispered indistinctly, "Goodnight... Nagi."

With your eyes closed, you gently trace the lines of his hand around your waist with your fingers. This subtle movement makes Obito stiffen, and he then pulls you even tighter.

Meanwhile, in another time and space.

Madara Uchiha stood in the void, with no ground beneath his feet and no sky above, only an all-consuming darkness. He didn't know why he had come here, until—

The sound of a drop of water falling was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence, and Ban suddenly looked up.

She knelt in the depths of darkness, her assassin's robes cascading down like night mist, making her skin appear as pale as paper. Her long hair fell loosely, obscuring half her face, but unable to hide the tears streaming down her face.

The tear fell silently into the darkness, without echo.

He saw her—Uchiha Nagi, his wife, his obsession, his only mistake and his redemption in this life.

Tears silently slid down her cheeks, dripping down her porcelain-white face, and dissipating into tiny specks of light in the void.

Her expression was calm, even indifferent, as if she were not the one she was crying. Her Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan gazed at him silently, as deep as an abyss that could devour souls.

Ban's heart clenched suddenly, a sharp pain exploding in his chest and spreading to every part of his body. Almost instinctively, he reached out to her—

His fingertips pierced through her body, grasping only a cold void.

Nagi was still there, her gaze sorrowful and distant. Her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

Madara's pupils contracted sharply, and his Rinnegan emitted a purple light in the darkness.

He lunged at her again, but it was all in vain. His arm passed through her body as if passing through a phantom, a dream that could never be touched.

"Don't go! Nagi!" His voice was hoarse and hoarse, as if his throat had been burned by fire. "Please... don't leave me!"

She simply raised her hand slowly, her fingertips gently touching her heart, and then her body shattered like a mirror, turning into countless points of light that dissipated into the darkness.

Ban stood frozen in place, his outstretched hand still suspended in mid-air. His eyes were burning hot, and a tear of blood slid down from the corner of his eye, hitting the empty ground with a piercing, corrosive sound.

"Why?" he murmured, his voice trembling, "Why won't you even let me look at you in my dreams?"

The darkness began to distort, and the passage of time became unusually clear.

Ban could feel himself being slowly permeated by some invisible despair. His knees slammed heavily into the void, but he felt no pain, because compared to the pain of his heart being torn apart, this pain was insignificant.

He remembered the day Nagi died.

She lay in his arms, her blood staining his palms.

All he wants to do right now is cry.

Why did fate have to play such a cruel trick on him? Why did it give him hope only to crush it? Why did it let him meet her, fall in love with her, only to lose her forever?

Darkness gradually swallowed his consciousness, and Ban knew that the dream was about to end.

The world I can wake up to... doesn't have Nagi.

That is more despairing than eternal darkness.

In the final moment before the dream shattered, a very soft sigh seemed to reach Madara's ear.

It was like a farewell that transcended the boundaries of life and death...

When Madara Uchiha opened his eyes, the blinding sunlight slanted in from the window and fell on his bedding. He subconsciously raised his hand to shield his eyes, but when he saw the figure sitting by the bed, his blood suddenly froze.

"Onii-chan, is there anything else that's bothering you?" The boy tilted his head, his soft black hair falling down on either side of his face, his clear Uchiha eyes looking at him with concern.

“Izuna…?” Madara’s voice was hoarse and his fingertips trembled slightly as he barely dared to touch the phantom in front of him.

He feared that if he touched him, his younger brother would vanish into nothingness, just like Nagi's figure in his dream.

But Izuna did not disappear.

A warm palm touched Madara's forehead. Izuna blinked in confusion. "You don't have a fever... but your reaction was a bit too intense, wasn't it?"

Real body temperature.

Real breathing.

The real... Izuna.

Ban suddenly pulled his younger brother into his arms, with such force that he almost crushed the other's bones.

Izuna was taken aback by his sudden hug, but quickly chuckled and patted his back, "Hey, I was only out on a three-day mission, why are you acting like you haven't seen me for ten years?"

The sounds of children playing could be heard outside the window, and the sounds of weapons colliding could be clearly heard on the training field in the distance.

"This is...Konoha?" Madara murmured, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Izuna looked at him strangely, "Otherwise what? You didn't overtrain and damage your brain, did you?"

Ban didn't answer. He abruptly threw off the covers, stepped barefoot onto the wooden corridor, and pushed open the door—

The sunlight poured down, making him squint, and the scene before him struck him like a thunderbolt.

The second brother, Ryohide, who had died for love, was walking arm in arm with Senju Momoka under a cherry blossom tree. Noticing Madara's gaze, Ryohide even smiled and waved at him, "Big brother! You're awake?"

Uchiha Hikaru, who died in the plague, was chased and beaten by Kawarashi, while the playful figures of the boys moved around the training ground.

"This is impossible……"

Ban's breathing quickened, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. If they were still alive... if history could be rewritten...

He suddenly turned around and grabbed Izuna's shoulder, the force so strong that the boy winced in pain. "Where is Uchiha Nagi?"

Izuna was stunned.

“Uchiha...Nagi?” He repeated the name in confusion, then shook his head. “There’s no ninja in the clan with that name. Are you sure you’re not mistaken, brother?”

In an instant, Ban felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He released Izuna, staggered back a few steps, and scanned the entire clan territory—no, the layout of the buildings here was nothing like what he remembered.

The location of the Nanga Shrine is wrong, the training grounds are facing the wrong direction, and even the design of the clan crest is slightly different...

Madara suddenly rushed out of the clan's territory like a madman. Izuna called out anxiously behind him, but he ignored him and just ran wildly in the direction he remembered: the Naka River, the former territory of the Uchiha clan.

When he stopped, panting, the sight before him chilled his blood to the bone.

Overgrown with weeds, broken walls and ruins.

This place had been abandoned for many years, and the dilapidated shrine was left with only a few shaky beams. Madara stumbled toward the place he remembered, where Nagi's tombstone was located.

But there was no exquisitely carved stone tablet, no white camellia he had planted himself, only a simple blank wooden sign, standing alone among the weeds.

"No...impossible..."

Ban knelt on the ground, frantically digging at the soil with his fingers, not caring that his nails were broken, and continuing even as blood stained the soil.

He remembered clearly that on the day Nagi was buried, he personally carved "My wife Nagi" on the tombstone and buried her katana and hairpin together with her...

The excavated graves were empty.

There was no coffin, no katana, no trace of Nagi that he knew.

"Onii-chan!"

Izuna finally caught up and saw his brother kneeling in front of an empty grave, his hands covered in blood.

The boy rushed forward in a panic and grabbed him, "What's wrong with you? You've been acting strange ever since you woke up from your coma!"

Madara slowly raised his head, the three tomoe in his Sharingan spinning wildly.

“She should be here…” His voice was terribly hoarse, “I… buried her with my own hands…”

Izuna looked at him helplessly. Madara's eyes felt unfamiliar to him, filled with a kind of almost desperate obsession, like a wild beast that had lost the most important person in its life.

The boy grabbed Ban's bleeding wrist, his brow furrowed. "What are you looking for?!"

Madara's breathing was heavy, and his Rinnegan was bloodshot. He stared intently at Izuna's face, a face that was exactly the same as the one in his memory, yet now it seemed like the greatest absurdity.

"Uchiha Nagi...my wife."

Izuna's pupils suddenly contracted. He released his grip and took a half step back, as if stung by this unfamiliar word.

“Brother, you…have no wife.” He struggled to find the words, “and there has never been a ninja in the clan with this name.”