Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Orochimaru's golden, vertical pupils narrowed into slits. "Oh? Then tell me..."

Black Zetsu's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, because it saw that Nagato's Rinnegan, Sasori's puppet strings, and Obito's Kamui vortex were all aimed at it.

These men, who should be suspicious of each other, show a frightening unity when it comes to issues involving you.

"Shut up." Itachi's kaleidoscope slowly turned. "Or I'll burn you right now."

On the desolate wilderness outside Kazeto Castle, the setting sun cast long shadows of the two of them. Hidan "accidentally" brushed against your shoulder for the umpteenth time, and the tips of your ears under your silver hair turned bright red.

“Lord Evil God! Look at this spell—” He raised the Bloody March Scythe for the nth time, the blade crookedly engraved with newly improved spell seals, but because he was so close, the tip of his nose was almost touching your neck.

The cool scent of mint mixed with a hint of rust made his mind go blank, and he forgot all the words he had prepared.

You glanced at him with a half-smile, the Eternal Kaleidoscope shimmering eerily in the twilight. "Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I..." Hidan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly realized that what was engraved on the scythe was not a spell at all, but just random lines.

Just as he was racking his brains for a new excuse, you suddenly stopped, "Hidan~"

The silver-haired youth, whose name was called, trembled like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of its neck. He mechanically turned his head and saw you lazily beckoning with your finger.

Hidan has seen you do this move countless times against Deidara and the others, but when it comes to himself...

"Lord Evil God! What's wrong?" His voice was weak, and the scythe in his hand clattered to the ground.

Your fingers trace his cheek, the cool tips sliding down his cheekbone to his earlobe. "Why don't you go crazy like everyone else?"

He pressed his thumb against his rapidly throbbing carotid artery. "You clearly have quite a few likes too."

Hidan felt all the blood rush to his head. "I don't need to be like them!" He suddenly knelt down on one knee, grabbed your clothes, looked up at you, and his eyes were burning with an almost obsessive intensity.

"I am your dog! You never need to worry about me; I will find a way to be loyal to you and admire you!"

As he spoke, the evil god's curse mark on his collarbone tingled slightly with heat, as if echoing his vow.

You suddenly leaned down, your hair brushing against Hidan's bright red earlobe, "Want to kiss me?"

"I...of course I want to." Hidan's voice was hoarse, and a sickly redness rose at the corners of his eyes.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, afraid that he would lose control and do something even more outrageous.

"Then what are you waiting for?" You clicked your tongue lightly, lifting his chin with your fingertips. "Waiting for me to make the first move?"

Hidan felt like he was soaking in a jar of honey, feeling both sweet and dizzy.

He trembled as he leaned closer, but stopped abruptly just before touching that crimson hue, only daring to lightly touch your cheek with his lips.

—As pure as a boy experiencing his first love.

You were stunned. This madman who could pin people to the wall with a scythe and laugh maniacally could only touch the cheek when kissing?

"Wait." You suddenly grabbed the Jashin necklace around Hidan's neck. The moment the silver chain taut, he was forced to lean forward, and before he could react, his face was cupped in your hands.

"This is what a kiss should be."

When your lips touched his, countless crimson fireworks exploded in Hidan's mind.

At first, he was as stiff as a piece of wood, until you gently bit his lower lip, and he suddenly became enlightened and took the initiative.

He held the back of your head with one hand and pulled you close to his chest with the other, kissing you fiercely yet devoutly, as if he wanted to pour all his suppressed madness into this kiss.

When you stepped back slightly, Hidan's lips still smelled of mint, his silver hair was disheveled, and his eyes were unfocused, as if he had just gone through a sacrificial ritual.

"Lord Evil God..." His voice was hoarse beyond recognition, and his fingers were still tightly gripping the hem of your clothes, as if afraid that you would suddenly disappear.

You gently patted his face. "Sweetie, it's time to get going."

Turning around and continuing forward, your back view was elegant and composed, as if everything just now was nothing more than casually teasing a puppy.

Hidan stood there, raised his hand to touch his lips, and suddenly chuckled softly, his laughter filled with a manic joy.

He quickly caught up with you, and this time, he didn't hide his approach. His fingers quietly hooked around your little finger.

Chapter 167: Pity

As dusk settled, the city of Fengdu was brightly lit, and the vermilion pillars cast long, thin shadows in the setting sun.

You crouch in the center of the courtyard, your slender fingers tracing lines on the sheepskin map, your long black hair falling over your shoulders and swaying gently in the evening breeze.

"Expansion of the trade route in the North District... Reconstruction of the water canals in the South District..." you murmured, the Eternal Kaleidoscope etching the layout of the entire city into your mind.

A cherry blossom petal falls silently onto the drawing. Your fingertips pause slightly, and you realize that a tall figure is standing beside you. The silver-haired ninja has been standing there for who knows how long, and the eye visible through his mask is curved into a crescent moon as he smiles at you.

"Long time no see, Tanuki."

The familiar voice made you suddenly look up, only to have your forehead bump solidly into the person's chin.

With a muffled "bang," Kakashi clutched his chin and stumbled back two steps, while you remained crouched in place, clutching your forehead.

"Kakashi Hatake..." You narrowed your eyes, your voice laced with danger, "When did you develop this spying habit?"

Kakashi lazily crossed his arms, his smile deepening beneath his mask. "The news that Tanuki is about to take control of Kazeto Castle has spread throughout the ninja world..." He leaned closer, his breath brushing against your flushed forehead. "How could I miss out on such excitement?"

You raise an eyebrow at him. This guy seems to have changed no matter what. His silver hair is still sticking up in all directions, his headband is still worn crookedly, and even the faint smell of paper and ink on him is unchanged.

"A mission you specifically took?" You stood up and casually brushed the dust off the hem of your robe.

"Hmm." Kakashi pulled out a copy of Icha Icha Paradise from his ninja tool bag and pretended to flip through a couple of pages. "After all, someone..." He glanced down from the top of the page, "I have to make sure she won't do anything bad."

Kakashi suddenly realized that your eyes were now incredibly vivid, like crystal infused with a soul, shimmering with a breathtaking brilliance.

He coughed lightly and closed the book. "I heard you know Fengdu City like the back of your hand? Take me on a tour?"

A knowing smile played on your lips as you suddenly stepped forward and casually draped your arm over Kakashi's shoulder.

“Okay, but…” your fingertips suddenly hooked the edge of his mask, “How about we pay the tour guide fee first?”

Kakashi's pupils dilated slightly. The moment his mask was ripped off, he instinctively grabbed your wrist, but released it as if burned when he touched your skin.

The evening breeze brushed against the corners of her bare lips, where faint red marks from their earlier collision still lingered.

"Well..." He suddenly reached out and put his arm around your waist, the wind created by his teleportation technique scattering cherry blossoms everywhere, "We can pay in another way."

The wooden sliding door creaked softly, and warm yellow light flowed out from inside the sushi restaurant.

Kakashi stood by the door with one hand in his pocket and made an exaggerated "please" gesture with the other, saying, "Ladies first."

You raise an eyebrow at him, "Is this your reward?" Your voice carries a deliberate hint of disappointment, but the moment you step into the shop, you are drawn to the aroma that wafts towards you—the slight sourness of the vinegared rice, the sweetness of the fresh sashimi, and the subtle spiciness of the wasabi.

Kakashi, familiar with the place, led you to the innermost double booth.

This spot is partially hidden by a bamboo curtain, allowing you to see the chef's skillful knife work at the counter without being disturbed by other guests.

"Just a meal?" You knelt on the futon, tapping the table lightly with your fingertips. "It seems someone's sincerity—"

"The reward is yet to come." Kakashi suddenly leaned forward, his silver hair brushing against your ear.

As he spoke, the fabric of his mask brushed against your cheek, sending a slight shiver down your spine. By the time you realized what had happened, he had already casually sat back down and was flipping through the menu.

When the first plate of tuna belly sushi was served, your previously picky expression cracked.

Lin's pampered palate was surprisingly satisfied at this unassuming little shop. The moment the fish melted in your mouth, you couldn't help but widen your eyes and exclaim, "Delicious!"

Kakashi is looking at you with his chin resting on his hand, and the one eye that's showing is full of smiles.

He silently placed the sea urchin sushi from his plate in front of you, followed by conger eel, sweet shrimp... In the blink of an eye, Nagi's plate was piled up like a small mountain.

"That's enough!" You used your chopsticks to stop his outstretched hand. "You haven't eaten yet, leave me alone!"

"I don't like this flavor." Kakashi lied without batting an eye.

You laughed in exasperation, then suddenly used the tip of your chopsticks to pick up a piece of sushi dipped in soy sauce and shoved it directly at Kakashi's lips. "You have to eat this!"

This movement caused the sleeve to slip down, revealing a section of snow-white wrist, and the lamplight outside the bamboo curtain cast swaying shadows between you.

Kakashi's Adam's apple bobbed slightly; the chopsticks had just been resting near your lips.

After a three-second silence, he slowly pulled down his mask and took a bite of the sushi from your hand.

The salty and savory flavor of the soy sauce explodes on your tongue, but even more distinct is the faint minty taste that lingers on the wooden chopsticks, a taste that belongs only to you.

Kakashi's ears turned slightly red, but thankfully his silver hair covered it. "Satisfied?" He put his mask back on, his voice a few decibels lower than usual.

You put down your chopsticks, your fingertips lightly tracing the rim of the cup, as if belatedly realizing the intimacy that had just occurred. "I'm barely satisfied."

Kakashi's lips curved slightly beneath his mask, his silver-gray eyelashes drooping to conceal the smile in his eyes. He had noticed your discomfort, but considerately refrained from exposing it.

They simply push the last piece of tamagoyaki in front of you, saying, "Try this one too."

For the rest of the time, you quietly enjoyed your meal, occasionally exchanging a few unimportant words of conversation.

You discover that Kakashi unexpectedly understands your tastes—salmon roe without wasabi, and lightly seared halibut fins.

As the last drop of wine slid down his throat, Kakashi stood up to pay the bill, casually brushing a stray strand of hair from your shoulder. "Let's go, the payment isn't finished yet."

The most bustling parade street in Fengdu City was brightly lit, with vermilion lanterns swaying in the night breeze, illuminating the entire street as if it were daytime.

Tourists thronged the area, and the shouts of vendors mingled with the melodies of the shamisen, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

"This is the reward." Kakashi stopped and pointed to the bustling street scene in front of him.

You blinked, a hint of surprise flashing in your eyes. "Are you kidding me?"

Kakashi chuckled, took out an ancient scroll from his robes, and handed it to you. "Open it and take a look."

You take it with suspicion, and the moment your fingertips touch the scroll, you feel the lingering warmth on it.

Slowly unfolded, it revealed a land deed, clearly stating the ownership of Parade Street, and Kakashi's name was prominently displayed on it.

"This is......."

“A few years ago, during a noble mission,” Kakashi’s voice was low and tinged with nostalgia, “that lord insisted on using this street as payment.”

"You really want to give it to me?"

Kakashi, hands in his pockets, his silver hair swaying slightly in the night breeze, said, "I don't need it anyway."

He spoke casually, as if he were giving away not the land deed to a commercial street, but a string of three-colored meatballs.

The noise of the parade street came from afar, and colorful lanterns illuminated the entire street as if it were daytime.

You suddenly closed the scroll, your fingertip lightly touching Kakashi's chest. "So generous... could there be some hidden conditions?"

"The condition..." he deliberately dragged out the word, then suddenly reached out and grabbed your wrist, "Will you accompany me to walk this street?"

Before you could even respond, you were pulled into the crowd.

This land deed grants tax rights to the entire commercial street; the annual rent alone is equivalent to the reward for an S-rank mission. You press the scroll against Kakashi's chest. "Why?"

The noise of the crowd suddenly faded away. Kakashi lowered his eyes to look at the face so close to his, his Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and finally he simply said, "Consider it... a dowry."

These words were like a red-hot coal thrown into an icy lake; your earlobes instantly turned blood red, and the scroll fell to the ground with a "thud."

Before you could bend down, Kakashi had already picked it up first and grabbed your wrist.

“Just kidding.” His thumb subtly traced the puppet mark left on you. “I just thought… you’d know better than the nobles how to use it.”

"By the way, there's also this."

The unfolded parchment revealed control of the underground black market in Fengdu City. Your pupils contracted sharply; this was precisely the intelligence hub that the Akatsuki organization desperately needed.

"you..."

"A bit of fun from the mission three years ago." Kakashi gently patted the top of your head with a scroll. "Consider it... a celebratory gift for your upcoming appointment as the leader of Akatsuki?"

The night breeze swept cherry blossoms between the two of them, and you suddenly grabbed his collar, forcing him to lower his head, your noses almost touching. "Kakashi Hatake."

Your scent carries the aroma of sake from the sushi restaurant. "You wouldn't...?"

"Lord Jashin!" Hidan's voice grew louder as he approached, "Is this bastard harassing you? Hmm?"

The moment the bloody crescent scythe cleaved through the crowd, Kakashi's figure vanished, leaving only the remnants of Lightning Release chakra and the two scrolls tucked into your belt, proving he was not an illusion.

Looking at Hidan's furious face, you suddenly burst out laughing. Touching the scroll, still warm from its surface, you noticed tiny writing along the edge: "You're always welcome to come to Konoha to ask for a third gift."

The dim candlelight flickered in the room, casting a half-light, half-shadow on Hidan's fanatical, handsome face.

He knelt on one knee beside your bed, his silver hair disheveled across his forehead, his scarlet eyes staring intently at you, like a large dog waiting for its master's pity.

"My Lord Evil God, I can serve as a follower and warm your bed~"

You had just loosened the belt of your xiao robe when you heard this, you paused, and your eyes narrowed slightly. "Where did you hear that from?"

Hidan grinned, his sharp fangs gleaming dangerously. "Kakuzu said you've been complaining that your bed is too cold lately."

Your temple twitched. When did that miser start caring about his sleep quality?