Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

At almost the same time, Afei and you collapsed to the ground. At this moment, it should be said that it was Uchiha Obito who suddenly clutched his heart, his face under the mask contorted with pain.

You curled up in a ball, your fingers pressing hard against the curse mark that suddenly burned on your collarbone, cold sweat instantly soaking your back.

You looked at each other in anguish, and saw shock and understanding in each other's eyes.

“He…is back…” Obito squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.

As if to confirm his words, the space in front of the gate of Amegakure suddenly distorted, and two figures slowly emerged.

The man at the head of the group had black hair and red armor, with a cold and stern face, and his Rinnegan eyes looked down on all living beings. Behind him, Yakushi Kabuto pushed up his glasses, a twisted, gleeful smile on his face.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment. The Akatsuki members were on high alert, and Deidara even instinctively reached for his clay bag.

Madara Uchiha's gaze swept over everyone present: Obito clutching his heart, Deidara grabbing your collar, Sasori manipulating Hiruko to get closer, Kisame holding Samehada...

Finally, it landed on you, who were curled up on the ground, or more precisely, on the collarbone you were covering.

"Explain yourself." Ban's voice wasn't loud, but it sent chills down everyone's spines.

He strode forward, his red armor gleaming crimson in the morning light. "These years since I died..." His gaze lingered on the faint bite mark on your collarbone, his eyes darkening dangerously. "You've been having a lot of fun?"

You were in so much pain you couldn't speak, cold sweat trickling down your pale cheeks. The curse mark that Ban had personally branded was now burning your flesh and blood, as if punishing you for all the closeness you had shown to others over the years.

Madara seemed to have lost his patience, raising his hand to form a hand seal, "Universal Pull!"

An invisible force instantly snatches you from Deidara's grasp.

You feel dizzy and the next second you are in a cold embrace. Ban's arms are like iron clamps around your waist, and his other hand is touching the bite mark on your collarbone with such force that it almost crushes your bones.

"Masamune... Lord..." you said with difficulty, your voice trembling with pain.

"Let her go!" Deidara was the first to rush forward, his clay spider already lit with a fuse.

Nagato's Rinnegan also gleamed with a dangerous light, and a black rod slid out from his sleeve. Sasori's Hiruko opened its poison needles; Kisame's Samehada trembled excitedly; even Konan's paper wings transformed into countless sharp blades aimed at Madara.

The entire Akatsuki organization, at this moment, stands on the opposite side of its founder because of one woman.

Madara sneered and hugged you even tighter. You could feel the coldness of his reanimated body and smell the unique, battlefield-like aura that belonged to him.

"Interesting." Madara's voice rang out above you. "The organization I created is now turning against me to steal my woman?"

"Your woman?" Obito laughed sarcastically. "She bears more than just your mark."

You are held in Madara's arms, feeling the tense atmosphere around you, and suddenly you feel an absurd sense of powerlessness. You struggle to get up, but Madara holds you down even tighter.

"Quiet," Ban whispered in your ear, his warm breath brushing against your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. "We'll settle your score later."

After saying that, Madara looked up and surveyed the crowd, his Rinnegan radiating an arrogant disdain for the world. "Want her?" He tightened his arms around you, pressing you completely against his chest. "Then come and take her."

Before he could finish speaking, several attacks came simultaneously: Deidara's clay spider exploded, Obito's Kamui distorted space, and Nagato's black rods rained down...

Madara merely snorted dismissively, forming a hand seal with one hand: "Susanoo!"

Blue chakra instantly formed a skull, enveloping him and you. The shockwave from the explosion shook the entire gate of Amegakure, sending dust billowing everywhere.

When the smoke cleared, Ban and you were nowhere to be seen, leaving only cracked ground and a group of angry men.

Chapter 183 - A Perilous Love (2)

The tallest tower in Amegakure was shrouded in thick fog, and water droplets seeped from the cold stone walls, sliding down your back and soaking the fabric of your Akatsuki robe.

Your wrist is pinned above your head with one hand, while the other hand rests on the curse mark on your collarbone. The Rinnegan stares at you at extremely close range, its scarlet lines slowly rotating as if to devour your soul.

"Now, my little fox..."

Ban's voice was low and husky, "It's time for you to remember who your true master is."

You tilt your head back, your breathing slightly erratic, raindrops dripping from your hair, sliding down your trembling eyelashes, and finally hanging precariously from your chin.

His gaze traced the face he hadn't seen for years, inch by inch. Beneath the sharp brow bone were eyes that sent shivers down the spines of the entire ninja world. The high bridge of his nose cast a shadow, and his tightly pursed lips seemed to suppress some kind of violent emotion.

Even in the face of danger, your heartbeat still remembers everything about this man.

Explosions echoed in the distance, Deidara's clay dragon roared in the clouds, and Sasori's puppet army crashed against the Susanoo barrier like a torrential downpour.

Kisame's angry curses, Yahiko's calm commands, and the roar of Pain's Deva Path unleashing Shinra Tensei.

—Everyone is frantically searching for you.

But at this moment, in this small space isolated by the complete Susanoo, there is only Madara's heavy breathing and your increasingly rapid heartbeat.

"Madara-sama..."

You called out softly, your voice trembling with anticipation that you yourself were unaware of.

A dangerous smile curved Madara's lips as he leaned close to your ear, his warm breath making you stiffen. "Call my name, Nagi, just like before."

"Madala".

You finally whispered his name, but before the last syllable could fade, he kissed you fiercely.

The kiss carried the scent of gunpowder and blood, like a punishment, yet also like a confirmation.

His teeth chipped your lower lip, his tongue scooped up the blood, and his hand slid down your waistline, pinching your most sensitive side through your clothes.

You groaned softly, your fingers unconsciously gripping the collar of his red armor, as fragments of his resurrected body fell onto your face.

"Did they touch this place?" Ban's lips moved to the side of your neck, his canines rubbing threateningly against your artery.

"Is it Obito?"

"Is it still that kid who plays with bombs?"

With each question, his fingers tightened, your breathing became completely disordered, your vision blurred, and the distant explosions sounded as if seen through frosted glass.

You suddenly chuckled softly, your bloodstained lips close to his earlobe, "Guess?"

The barrier of Susanoo suddenly trembled violently, and an arrow wrapped in black flames pierced through the air. Itachi's complete Susanoo stood in mid-air, the Totsuka Blade pointing directly at Madara's back.

"Let her go." Itachi's voice was colder than the night in Amegakure.

Madara slowly turned his head, his Rinnegan meeting his Sharingan. The air distorted in the terrifying clash of their eye powers. You took the opportunity to break free from his grasp, but Madara pulled you back into his arms.

He formed a hand seal with one hand, unleashing a massive burst of chakra: "Wood Release: Descent of the Flowering Tree World!"

Countless giant trees rose from the ground, and pink poisonous mist instantly filled the entire top of the tower. In your dizziness, you felt your body lighten, and Ban picked you up horizontally and leaped into the air to a higher altitude.

You look up at the man's taut jawline, then suddenly reach out and touch his cheek. "Your expression right now... is just like a child whose toy has been taken away."

Ban's pupils contracted sharply, then he sneered, "A toy?"

He suddenly let go, and you cried out as you fell from the sky. Just before you hit the ground, a tree branch suddenly appeared and wrapped around your ankle, leaving you hanging upside down in mid-air.

Ban looked down at you from his high position, his long hair flying in the wind.

"It seems we need to learn a more profound lesson."

In your upside-down view, the Akatsuki members are breaking through the poisonous fog and rushing towards you. Deidara's Clay Bird, Sasori's Hiruko, Kisame's Samehada, and Shisui's Body Flicker Technique—everyone is rushing towards you like madmen.

Madara simply raised his hand slowly, and the black sphere of Chibaku Tensei condensed in his palm.

You suddenly laughed, forcefully flipping yourself over, the kunai severing the branches binding your ankles, and you were caught by Madara just as you were falling. You whispered in his ear, "You couldn't bear to."

Ban's breathing faltered.

The next second, an overwhelming torrent of ninjutsu will engulf you.

In the blinding light of the explosion, your fingertips trace the Uchiha clan crest on Madara's back, as he holds you protectively in his arms.

"Wicked woman—!!"

Deidara's roar tore through the rain, and the clay dragon roared as it crashed into Susanoo's blue barrier, the shockwave from the explosion causing the entire top of the tower to tremble.

The power, enough to destroy a city, only caused a few ripples on the chakra-condensed shell before disappearing without a trace.

"Ugh, annoying bugs."

Madara frowned slightly, his crimson Rinnegan not sparing a single glance at the outside world, his gaze still fixed on you in his arms.

His fingertips slowly slid down your slender neckline, finally stopping at your heart, where a rapid and powerful heartbeat could be felt beneath his palm.

"Your gigolos seem to be in a hurry," he chuckled, his voice laced with dangerous mockery.

You tugged at the corners of your mouth, your black hair falling messily over your shoulders, making your pale skin appear even more fragile. You looked up, your eyes reflecting the cold, handsome features of the man, and said softly, "They're not pretty boys."

"Oh?" Ban raised an eyebrow, his fingers tightening slightly as he felt the tremor of your heart in your chest. "So... who's in here now?"

Your breath hitched slightly, your eyelashes trembled, like a fox cornered on the edge of a cliff, unwilling to yield yet unable to escape.

In the distance, Sasori's puppet army was frantically tearing apart Susanoo's barrier, Kisame's Samehada was emitting a piercing roar, Itachi's Amaterasu was scorching the air, and Nagato's Shinra Tensei was crashing against this isolated prison time and time again.

But in Ban's eyes, there is only you.

"Not going to tell me?" His eyes darkened, and he leaned closer, his thin lips almost touching yours, his breath hot and oppressive. "Then I'll have to confirm it myself."

The next second, his kiss landed.

Unlike the previous violence, this kiss carried a kind of cruel tenderness, like a wild beast teasing its prey before enjoying its last meal.

His tongue pried open your teeth, invading your breath inch by inch, while his palm remained pressed against your heart, feeling your heartbeat quickening.

Your fingers unconsciously clenched his clothes, your knuckles turning white, but then suddenly loosened at a certain moment, and you closed your eyes as if resigned to your fate.

Ban's lips parted slightly, and his low, husky voice caressed your earlobe, "Your heartbeat... is calling my name."

The body he was resurrected with the Impure World Reincarnation stripped him of his former warmth, but endowed him with a strange charm that transcended life and death.

His chakra suddenly invaded your meridian system, and you shuddered. The feeling was both painful and strange, as if countless tiny electric currents were coursing through your body.

Madara's chakra possesses an irresistible power, yet it carefully avoids any paths that could harm you.

His lips pressed down again, this time targeting the corner of your mouth. Just as your breaths were about to mingle, you abruptly turned your head, and Ban's kiss landed on your cheek.

"Why are you hiding?" Madara's voice suddenly turned cold, the tenderness in his eyes replaced by a dangerous glint. "Over the years, how many people have you allowed to set foot here? Nagato? Obito? Or that boy with the tear trough?"

"You seem to accept everyone who comes your way."

Your cheeks burned, and you tried to push Madara away, but he grabbed your wrist with one hand and pressed you against the wall of Susanoo.

Madara's other hand caressed your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your lower lip. "I remember you once said that you would only follow the strongest." His voice carried a dangerous undertone. "It seems that your standards have lowered considerably while I was away."

"Madara!" You finally found your voice, but it trembled slightly from nervousness. "You know perfectly well what I feel for you..."

Your words were interrupted by a sudden explosion. This impact was more violent than any before. Fine cracks appeared on the outer shell of Susanoo. Madara frowned unhappily, but did not turn around.

"It seems your gigolos have more perseverance than I thought," he sneered.

You seized the opportunity to break free from his grip, took a few steps back to create some distance, and declared, "They're not my gigolos, they're my comrades!"

A flicker of interest crossed Madara's eyes. "Companions?" He slowly savored the word. "Since when did the Uchiha clan start needing companions?"

Just then, a bolt of lightning cleaved the top of Susanoo, and Shisui descended from the sky, his Kusanagi sword aimed directly at Madara's throat.

"Let her go." His voice was as cold as ice.

Madara didn't even lift his eyelids; he simply raised his hand, and a black chakra rod instantly formed, precisely blocking Shisui's attack.

"Another overconfident brat," Madara said lazily. "Nagi, your taste is increasingly disappointing to me."

Shisui's Mangekyou Sharingan spun wildly. "Tanuki, step back!"

You stood still, your gaze shifting back and forth between Ban and Shishui. Shishui's sudden appearance made you both moved and anxious—moved by his selflessness, and anxious about the consequences of him possibly angering Ban.

“Little crow, you shouldn’t have come…” you whispered.

"Shut up!" Deidara's voice came from the top of the damaged Susanoo. He rode on a giant clay bird, his long golden hair flying in the aftershocks of the explosion. "Hmm! The wicked woman is mine, and you Sharingan bastards can forget about taking her!"

Ban finally turned around, facing the group of uninvited guests, a mocking smile curving his lips. "How lively."

Scorpion's figure appeared silently behind you, and a puppet arm gently rested on her shoulder. "Tanuki, have you had enough fun? It's time to go home."

You stiffen all over, feeling Madara's gaze pierce like a knife as it pierces Sasori's hand on your shoulder. The air seems to freeze, and the oppressive feeling of chakra makes it hard to breathe.

"It seems I underestimated you, Nagi." Madara's voice suddenly softened, yet it was more dangerous than ever. "To think that so many men would risk their lives for you."

Obito's figure emerged from the Kamui dimension, standing between Madara and you. "Madara, that's enough. She doesn't belong to you."

A flash of genuine anger crossed Madara's eyes. "Obito, even you..."

Looking at the men in front of you, who were on the verge of exchanging blows, you suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.

"You guys..." Your voice trembled slightly, "Can you please calm down first?"

Madara suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh tinged with madness. "Calm down, Nagi. Do you know what I admire most about you?"

He stepped forward, ignoring the warnings of the others, "It's this kind of naiveté, possessing the ability to drive all men crazy, yet always pretending to know nothing."