Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

This extreme contradiction is precisely the Uchiha-style love, a coexistence of violence and cherishing, as if about to devour you whole, yet the next second carefully wiping away the tears from your eyes.

“Back in the cave…” Ban’s lips pressed against your rapidly beating pulse, “You said you’d wait for me to come back.” His canines rubbed dangerously against your veins, “And what happened?” He suddenly thrust his hips forward, forcing out your gasp, trembling with tears, “My little fox has learned to be a womanizer.”

Your fingernails scratched red marks on his back. Of course, you remember how he used his last chakra to brand your soul as he lay dying, and you also remember how you deliberately provoked everyone's nerves with your aloof attitude over the years.

All the ambiguity was a carefully designed game, just to see Madara lose control on the day he was resurrected.

But at this moment, you're clearly not in control. Madara suddenly pulls away, looking down at you with a look of disorientation, "What do you want? Come and get it yourself."

This was the cruelest punishment. You struggled to sit up, but just as you were about to touch him, you were abruptly pushed back onto the bed. Ban's eyes were dark and bloodshot. "You were wrong."

His fingertips traced your trembling lips. "What you should say is—"

"...Please." This utterance seemed to flip a switch, and Madara's breathing suddenly became heavy, his chakra sweeping through the entire room like a storm.

As a fusion of Nagi's and Showa's consciousness, you are more aware than anyone of your own elusive nature.

Only Ban's anger, jealousy, and possessiveness act like anchors, firmly fixing you to this world.

As the rain subsided, you lay limp on the messy bedding, too lazy to even move your fingertips, while Ban, full of energy, played with her loose long hair, her other hand drawing circles on her waist.

You buried your face in Ban's chest, inhaling the scent of passion, and smiled silently.

This is the most beautiful cage you've chosen for yourself.

You lazily rolled over in the morning, only to bump into a warm chest.

Ban's arm is across your waist, the force is neither too light nor too heavy, but enough to make it difficult for you to break free.

His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, as if he were still asleep, but you know that if you move even slightly, his eyes will immediately open and lock onto your every move.

"How long are you going to keep staring at me like this?" You reached out and poked Ban's cheek; the skin beneath your fingertips was warm and firm.

Ban slowly opened his eyes, his gaze unwavering, clearly having been awake for some time. He grabbed your mischievous fingers, placed them to his lips, and gently bit them. "I'll keep an eye on you until you never dare to run around again."

You couldn't help but laugh out loud, "The mighty Madara Uchiha, actually so insecure?"

Ban's eyes darkened. He rolled over and pinned you beneath him, his fingertips tracing the curse mark on your collarbone, where traces of last night still lingered. "Who made me like this?"

Instead, you defiantly raised your chin, saying, "I didn't ask you to stay by my side every step of the way."

Ban's eyes darkened instantly, and he leaned closer, "It seems the lesson from last night wasn't enough."

"You wicked woman! Come out and experiment with my new art! Hmm!" Deidara's voice rang out, accompanied by a loud knocking on the door.

Madara's face instantly darkened, his chakra overflowing uncontrollably, and the air in the room seemed to freeze. You seized the opportunity to slip out from under him, your bare feet touching the floor. You casually grabbed a robe and draped it over your shoulders, then turned and winked at Madara. "Don't be so nervous, I'm just going to play with him for a bit~"

Ban's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You dare."

You tilt your head and smile, "Give it a try?"

After saying that, you flung open the door. Deidara's blond hair shone brightly in the sunlight, and the boy excitedly reached out to grab you. "Come quick! I've improved C4 Garuda! Hmm!"

Before his hand could even touch it, it was violently repelled by an invisible force.

Ban's figure suddenly appears behind you, "Touch her again, and I'll make sure you can never sculpt clay again."

Deidara's expression instantly twisted, and the clay spider swelled in his palm. "You think I'm afraid of you? Hmm!"

You sighed, reached out and pressed down on Ban's arm, and whispered, "Stop fooling around, let me go."

Ban looked down at you, his eyes gloomy. "Why do you have to make me so angry?"

You tiptoe and whisper in his ear, "I just want you to know that no matter who I'm with, I'll always come back to you in the end."

Ban's breath hitched slightly, his fingers tightened involuntarily, and finally, he snorted coldly and released his grip.

“Half an hour,” he said coldly. “If it takes more than a second, I’ll destroy the entire base.”

You smiled and nodded, then turned and followed Deidara away. The moment you stepped into the training ground, you felt a familiar chakra fluctuation. Madara was leaning against a tree trunk in the distance, arms crossed, his gaze following you closely.

Deidara bristled, "Why is he still following us?! Huh!"

You shrug. "You'll get used to it."

Not far away, Sasori's Hiruko silently slipped out of the shadows and said coldly, "Getting in the way."

Nagato stood on the high corridor, his Rinnegan sweeping lightly across the entire area before finally settling on you, his fingers beneath his purple robes tightening slightly.

The sound of the explosion from the training ground still echoed in the distance. You had already nimbly flipped onto the windowsill, and just as you leaped into the air, you were caught steadily by a strong arm.

The vortex of the Divine Might Space twists and rotates around you, completely isolating you from the outside world.

"I knew you'd sneak away."

Obito leaned against a stone pillar, his mask askew, revealing half of his scarred face. His intact Sharingan stared intently at you, like a beast locking onto its prey.

Before your toes even touched the ground, he slammed you against a cold stone pillar, your back pressed against the uneven, carved marks.

"I've been waiting for you." His breath tickled your ear, carrying a long-suppressed restlessness.

The crisp sound of the mask hitting the ground was particularly jarring in the silent space. Obito bit your lip hard, not with the possessiveness of Madara, but with a bite mixed with resentment and grievance.

"Did that old bastard touch you?" His thumb rubbed heavily against the bite mark on your collarbone, his voice hoarse.

You winced in pain, but as the other person stepped back, a smile crept onto your lips. "Guess?" You suddenly rubbed your knee against a sensitive spot, and as Obito groaned, you deftly spun away to escape his grasp.

"Are you alright?" You finally asked the question you were truly concerned about, lightly touching the sealing spell that was faintly appearing on his chest with your fingertips.

Obito grabbed the mischievous hand and pressed it against his chest. "Fortunately, thanks to your sealing technique, Nagato and Rin were able to stop the side effects of Rinne Rebirth in time." His palm was very hot, as if he wanted to transfer all the warmth he had accumulated over the years to you.

Suddenly, silence fell. The unique light of the Divine Might Space flowed between you, reflecting the complex emotions in each other's eyes.

"You and Madara..." Obito finally asked, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

You gently traced your fingertip across his Adam's apple. "I know what you and the others in Akatsuki are thinking," you said, then looked up and stared directly into his Sharingan. "But I don't want to give up any of you or Madara."

Obito's pupils suddenly contracted, and his breathing faltered.

How dare you admit it so readily?

How can you still smile so innocently at a time like this?

He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly felt a violent dizziness. The stability of the Divine Might Space began to collapse, the surrounding air twisted and deformed, and everything—the stone pillars, the ground, and the sky—was shattering.

Obito pressed his temples hard, his Sharingan spinning wildly, but he couldn't control the collapse of space.

Your expression changed instantly. You sensed the source of this power more keenly than Obito. It wasn't ordinary spatial disorder, but interference from another spacetime.

"What's going on?" Obito was shocked to find that his Sharingan abilities had temporarily malfunctioned. "Kamui has never done anything like this before..."

You suddenly straightened your body, the chakra fluctuations all too familiar in your memory—violent, ancient, and with an aura that could crush everything.

That was Madara Uchiha's power, but it was more...primitive than the current Madara?

"Oh no..." Your voice was unusually panicked, "It's Madara from another timeline! He's here!"

"Another timeline... Madara?" Obito's mask cracked open, revealing a shocked Sharingan beneath.

His divine power is being forcibly interfered with, and he is losing control of the space.

From the pitch-black spatial rift, a hand with distinct knuckles reached out first, followed by a wide sleeve embroidered with the Uchiha clan crest.

Chapter 194: Another World

The cracks in the Kamui dimension spread like a spider web. The moment Madara from the other world stepped into this spacetime, you and Obito held your breath at the same time.

He was wearing a tattered black haori, with dried bloodstains still visible at the hem.

His pale face was almost transparent, and the dark circles under his eyes showed that he had been exhausted for a long time, but his back was still straight, as if even the tearing of time and space could not bend his pride.

What's most alarming is his right Rinnegan, which should have been a deep purple ripple, but is now covered with spiderweb-like cracks, like glass that could shatter at any moment.

"Finally...found it."

The voice of the otherworldly Madara was hoarse beyond recognition, and the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth was so bleak that it sent chills down one's spine.

His gaze is fixed on you, yet it's as if he's looking through you at someone else.

As soon as he finished speaking, his tall body fell forward, his long black hair drawing a desolate arc in the air.

"Hey! Wait a minute—"

You instinctively rushed forward and caught the unconscious Madara from Another World, much to Obito's shock.

The weight you feel when you hold it makes your heart skip a beat. This body is terrifyingly light, as if its soul has been emptied out, leaving only a shell driven by obsession.

Obito stood to the side, his Sharingan wide open beneath his mask. He looked at the unconscious Madara from another world, then at you, unsure whether to be shocked that there were two Madaras or jealous that you cared so much about a Madara from a strange world.

"Nagi, are you sure you want to get involved with him?" Obito's voice was tense. "What if he's an enemy—"

“He won’t.” You answered without looking up, gently brushing aside the stray hairs on the otherworldly forehead with your fingers. “A person who can endure the pain of being torn apart by time and space to come here wouldn’t do it for pointless fighting.”

Obito opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.

When Ban woke up in the other world again, he was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling.

He sat up abruptly, aggravating his wounds, and groaned. He looked around; it was a simple Japanese-style room, with the gloomy sky typical of the Land of Rain visible through the window.

He succeeded.

—He truly crossed the barriers of time and space and came into her world.

The door was gently pushed open, and you walked in carrying a bowl of medicine. Seeing that he was awake, you raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you're pretty resilient. You woke up so quickly?"

The otherworldly Ban stared at you intently, his gaze indescribably complex.

You are similar to the person he remembers, yet not quite the same. Your eyes are more cunning, your smile more vibrant, and you lack that deep-seated despair and loneliness.

"What are you looking at?" You felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, so you shoved the medicine bowl into his hand. "Drink your medicine."

Yi Shi Ban took the bowl, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against the back of your hand, the touch warm.

He looked down at his reflection in the medicinal soup. "Thank you."

"...It wasn't her." The hoarse voice was filled with deep disappointment.

The air in the room froze instantly. You suddenly realized something, and your heart felt like it was being clenched by an invisible hand. "You're here to see... Nagi, the expressionless one?"

Blood trickled from the corner of Madara's mouth, yet he stubbornly forced himself to sit up. "I sensed her chakra fluctuations... in this time and space..." He coughed violently, blood splattering onto his black haori. "Was she... here last time?"

"She..." Your voice choked. How could you tell this battered man that the person he was searching for had fallen into a deep sleep while restoring her powers?

"...Is that so?" His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. "Indeed, no matter which world I'm in, I can't keep her."

You and Obito exchanged a glance, and remained silent for a moment.

"Although I don't know what happened between you two," Obito's tone softened for once, "for someone to go through time to find her, she must be very important, right?"

Looking at your clasped hands, Madara from another world suddenly gave a bitter smile, "So important... I'd rather it was me who died."

Obito stood at the doorway and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

—The Madara of this other world is completely different from the arrogant and conceited Uchiha Madara he knew.

—In the eyes of this man, there was only unfathomable regret and sorrow.

You remain silent for a moment, then suddenly lean closer to the otherworldly Ban and, to his astonishment, gently embrace him.

Obito: "...???"

The otherworldly Ban's body froze.

A moment later, he slowly raised his hand and carefully embraced you, as if he were hugging a fragile dream.

"Thank you." He closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Obito's face beneath the mask turned completely black.

—What's this? One freckle is troublesome enough, and now we have a sentimental version too?

—You even hugged him first?!

Just as he was about to explode, the door was pushed open again.

"Nagi, what are you doing here?"

Ban suddenly strode forward, grabbed his alternate self by the collar, and demanded, "Where is she from your world?"

Madara's eyes dimmed instantly. "Dead." The two simple words made everyone hold their breath. "To correct my mistake of being deceived by Black Zetsu... she reversed the laws of time and space."

Obito suddenly looked up, "So your injury..."

“The backlash of time and space.” Otherworldly Madara laughed bitterly. “I searched every parallel world… all I wanted was to bring her home.” His gaze fell on you.

Madara's eyes suddenly darkened. "Listen, Nagi. No matter which world he comes from, or what he says, don't believe him. You are mine, understand?"