Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

When only the third generation was left in the office, the old man trembled as he pulled open the bottom drawer.

On the dusty, confidential document is your portrait, marked with the label "[SSS-level Danger - Suspected Successor to Uchiha Madara]".

Chapter 169 - Shouting

The morning in Konoha was shrouded in an unusual restlessness.

The news had already spread—the Akatsuki's 'Tanuki' was about to visit Konoha.

The common people crowded on both sides of the street, standing on tiptoe to look, while the ninjas stood ready, the atmosphere so tense it was almost palpable.

Naruto Uzumaki was specially dressed up by the Third Hokage. His blond hair was neatly combed, and his orange coat was replaced with a more formal dark kimono.

He rubbed his eyes, looking towards the village entrance in confusion—"Who on earth is it that makes Grandpa Hokage so nervous?"

Hyuga, Sarutobi, Shimura... all the clan leaders whose names were known stood behind Sarutobi Hiruzen, each with a different expression.

Danzo lurked in the shadows, his single eye narrowed somberly; Hiashi Hyuga's face was solemn, but his fingertips tightened slightly inside his sleeve; while Shikaku Nara stroked his chin thoughtfully, seemingly calculating something.

Tsunade and Jiraiya did not stand in the queue, but had already occupied the best observation points on high ground.

Tsunade leaned against the tree trunk, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the patterns on the sake bottle, but her gaze was fixed on the direction of the village entrance.

Jiraiya crossed his arms, a faint smile playing on his lips, but his eyes held a strange, indescribable emotion.

Someone whispered something, and everyone held their breath slightly.

Kakashi, hidden in the treetop, landed with a thud in his "Icha Icha Paradise." He had never seen you like this before. The skin that was faintly visible between the collar of your karuta robe, the kunai sash that swayed at your waist as you walked, even the force of your boot heels crushing the fallen leaves, all carried an unfamiliar aggression.

"Hey, hey..." Asuma almost dropped his Flying Swallow Blade. "Is this the same person the old man described as the Demon God?"

"Welcome to Konoha, Lord Tanuki." Hiruzen Sarutobi spoke in a deep voice, his tone revealing a tension that only a few could detect.

You didn't respond immediately, but tilted your head slightly, your gaze slowly sweeping over the crowd from behind your mask.

The gaze was so tangible that wherever it passed, the ninjas unconsciously tensed their backs, as if enveloped by some invisible pressure.

Hiashi Hyuga's Byakugan narrowed slightly, Danzo Shimura's single eye flickered darkly, and Kakashi, standing at the edge of the crowd, subconsciously touched his headband.

Finally, your gaze settled on Naruto Uzumaki.

The blond boy, dressed in a dark kimono, was specially arranged by the Third Hokage to stand in the front row. At this moment, he was staring at you with wide blue eyes, looking both confused and curious.

—The Nine-Tails Jinchuriki.

A slight smile played on your lips. Suddenly, you raised your hand, your slender fingertips gently hooking your lips. "Come here."

The voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like an irresistible law.

Naruto was startled and hadn't reacted yet, but his body had already taken a step out of control, as if he were being pulled by some invisible thread, or as if he were bewitched by the eyes hidden behind the mask.

"Naruto!" Hiruzen Sarutobi called out in a low voice, reaching out to stop you, but froze the moment he met your gaze.

The air suddenly stagnated.

Everyone felt it—

That almost terrifying sense of oppression.

Without even releasing chakra, just a glance was enough to make one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, making it difficult to even breathe.

Naruto, however, seemed oblivious to the danger, and continued walking towards you step by step until he stood in front of you, looking up at that mysterious mask, his blue eyes reflecting your image.

You chuckled softly and reached out to stroke his cheek. "Nice eyes."

Her fingertips were icy cold, yet the touch inexplicably made his heart race. Naruto stared at her blankly, his cheeks slightly flushed, and he momentarily forgot to speak.

And at that very moment—"Hey, don't touch other people's students!"

Jiraiya's lazy voice broke the stagnant atmosphere.

He had somehow jumped down from the height and was standing beside Naruto, his hand on the boy's shoulder, but his gaze was fixed on you.

You withdrew your hand and chuckled, "What, is it that Lord Jiraiya is reluctant to part with it?"

"Of course I can't bear to part with him." Jiraiya raised an eyebrow, his tone flippant, but a certain meaning was hidden in his eyes. "This is a disciple I finally found."

Tsunade also leaped down from the height, her golden hair fluttering in the wind. She snorted coldly, walked directly to your side, and wrapped her arm around your waist.

"Don't waste time." She leaned close to your ear, lowered her voice, and said in a dangerous yet ambiguous tone, "Before we negotiate, have a drink with me first."

Sakura Haruno was carrying a stack of medical ninjutsu scrolls as she came out of the library, the protective seal on her forehead gleaming in the sunlight.

She practiced for two extra hours today in hopes of catching up with her classmates.

"Look! That's—"

A sudden commotion arose at the end of the street, and the crowd parted to both sides like waves of wheat being blown by the wind.

Sakura tiptoed, but all she could see was a sea of ​​heads. Curiosity drove her to push forward, clutching the medical scroll tightly to her chest like a fragile shield.

"Excuse me, please make way!"

Her slender body struggled through the crowd, occasionally bumping into strong arms or broad shoulders.

Finally, after a stumble, Sakura was pushed to the very front and almost fell to the ground. When she hurriedly steadied herself and looked up, her breath caught in her throat.

"Lord Tanuki, the reception area is located at..." A ninja bowed respectfully and reported, his voice extremely low, as if afraid of disturbing something.

You casually raised your hand to interrupt, a simple action that made all the ninjas around involuntarily hold their breath, and even the hidden ANBU members subconsciously tensed up.

The pink-haired girl's emerald eyes widened, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Was this the legendary Akatsuki member, Tanuki?

This suffocating sense of oppression, this imposing aura that makes one afraid to look directly at you...

"She looks just like Sasuke..." Sakura murmured to herself unconsciously.

That innate arrogance, that aura that inspires awe without needing to be deliberately displayed, is exactly the same.

But you possess something Sasuke lacks: a composure honed by the years, as if nothing in the world can move you anymore.

Sakura's thoughts were suddenly interrupted. To her shock, she discovered that Naruto Uzumaki, the worst student in the class, was walking casually beside her, even gesturing wildly and talking.

Even more incredibly, you actually tilted your head slightly to listen, with a barely perceptible smile playing on your lips.

This discovery sent a pang of bitterness through Sakura's chest. She stared intently at Naruto's new jacket, clearly in the Akatsuki style, her nails digging deep into her palms. Why? Why did that loser deserve the favor of someone like him?

Just then, as if sensing something, you suddenly turned to look in Sakura's direction.

The moment their eyes met in mid-air, Sakura felt her blood freeze.

Those beautiful eyes seemed to see right through her jealousy and longing, and Sakura's cheeks instantly burned bright red.

But the next second, you looked away, as if the eye contact you had just made was just Sakura's illusion.

You continue walking forward, leaving behind a crowd of people holding their breath.

"Did you see that? She just looked at me!"

"Nonsense! You're clearly looking at me!"

"That look in his eyes...it made my legs go weak..."

Amidst the whispers around her, Sakura stood frozen in place.

She finally understood why those famous figures and nobles dared not look you in the eye; it was not a gaze that humans could bear, but the gaze of the gods.

The crowd began to move with you, and Sakura was pushed to the side.

She stood there, watching the figure in the black robe walk further and further away, the sunlight dancing on the black hair like black flames.

“Someday…” Sakura bit her lower lip until she tasted the rust, “I will also become that strong, so that no one can ignore my existence.”

She looked down at the crumpled medical scrolls in her arms and suddenly found them utterly ridiculous.

Healing techniques? That's just a trick for the weak.

A true strongman is like you, who can instill fear in his enemies with just a glance.

Sakura glanced one last time in the direction you disappeared, where only scattered dust and sunlight remained, but those unfathomable black eyes were etched into her mind like a brand.

In the teahouse of Konoha, Uchiha Sasuke sat alone by the window.

Outside the window, a cacophony of voices filled the air. Commoners crowded both sides of the street, craning their necks to look out. The cacophony of conversations constantly filled his ears. "Akatsuki," "Tanuki," "Nine-Tails Jinchuriki"... these words meant nothing to him.

He scoffed, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the rim of the teacup. His dark eyes reflected the bustling crowd outside the window, but he only felt a surge of annoyance.

More than all this meaningless noise, he cared about power, becoming stronger, and...revenge.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, a figure slowly walked past the window.

Her wide robe fluttered in the wind, and a black raccoon mask covered half of her face, revealing only a section of her snow-white chin and slightly upturned lips.

Your steps are extremely light, yet each step seems to be on some invisible rhythm, making people unconsciously hold their breath.

Sasuke's pupils suddenly contracted.

—The blood of the Uchiha clan is boiling.

His heart skipped a beat, as if gripped by some invisible force, his blood surged wildly in his veins, and his Sharingan almost uncontrollably opened.

He stared intently at the figure, his fingers unconsciously clenching, until the teacup cracked open with a "crack".

How could that be?

Itachi clearly said... that only the two of them remained in the Uchiha clan.

But at this moment, his bloodline was screaming wildly—it was his clansmen!

You seemed to sense something, your steps faltered slightly, and your gaze beneath the mask slowly shifted, sweeping towards the teahouse.

Sasuke suddenly lowered his head, his breathing slightly erratic.

When he looked up again, you had already continued walking forward, your figure gradually disappearing into the crowd.

Without hesitation, he got up, tossed down a few coins, pushed open the teahouse door, and chased after you.

He had to find out.

The streets were crowded with people, and Sasuke weaved through them, his dark eyes fixed on the figure in front of him. His heart was still pounding, even more violently than during his usual training. His blood was surging in his ears, and his Sharingan was burning hot.

You didn't seem to be in a hurry, your steps were still languid, Hidan followed behind you carrying a scythe, his silver hair particularly striking in the sunlight.

Sasuke quickened his pace and finally stopped you at the entrance of a sparsely populated alley.

"Stop." His voice was low and hoarse, yet carried an unyielding coldness.

You stop and tilt your head slightly, your gaze falling on him from behind the mask.

Hidan raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Yo, kid, what's up?"

Sasuke ignored him, his dark eyes fixed on you, his voice tense, "...Who are you?"

"Don't you already have the answer in your heart?" Your voice was soft, yet it made Sasuke straighten his back abruptly.

He stared intently at you, his Sharingan finally snapping open uncontrollably. In his crimson eyes, the single tomoe slowly rotated. "The Uchiha clan...they were already..."

You didn't answer, but slowly raised your hand, your fingertips gently tracing the edge of the mask.

Sasuke's breath hitched.

You took off your mask.

Her hair was as black as a waterfall, her skin as white as snow, and those eyes…

—Sharingan.

In his scarlet eyes, three tomoe slowly swirled, both eerie and beautiful.

Sasuke's pupils contracted violently, and his heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest.

"……impossible……"

"Sasuke, there are still many things you don't know." Your voice was soft, but it was like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into his heart.

Hidan clicked his tongue impatiently from the side, "Boss! Don't waste time with brats, the negotiations are about to begin."

You put your mask back on, turn around, and leave.

Sasuke stood there, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He needs to know the truth.

Inside the Konoha council chamber, the somber sounds of negotiations lingered like a lullaby. Naruto rested his chin on his hand, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier until they finally closed completely.

—The moment darkness fell, a damp and chilly air rushed towards us.