Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

But I never imagined that this power, so powerful that it connects life and death, could perhaps... be used for something else?

For example, break this broken cage that's trapping him and preventing him from seeing the evil god!

He stopped his frantic hacking and instead slowly closed his eyes, placed the March Scythe beside him, and formed a hand seal in front of his chest, a gesture belonging to a priest of the evil god cult.

The dark red curse mark glowed faintly beneath his skin, no longer an ominous blood red, but a more... restrained dark red.

He mobilized that power, no longer for tearing and destruction, but for...penetration! For connection! For returning to his one and only god!

"Lord Evil God..." he murmured softly. This time, his call was no longer a fanatical demand, but rather filled with complete trust and a determination to protect.

"I love you, so all I want to do is protect you! With the power bestowed upon me by the curse!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a burst of red light emanated from them!

With both hands gripping the March Scythe, he no longer used it for brutal slashing, but instead concentrated all his magical power at the tip of the scythe, like a drill, and thrust it fiercely at the very slightest energy fluctuation he had sensed earlier!

This time, there was no harsh sound of impact, only a dull thud like cloth being torn!

The tip of the March Scythe actually left a clear, twisted black crack in the void! At the edge of the crack, dark red evil god's curse power writhed like a living thing, preventing it from healing!

Hidan was overjoyed and pushed his power even harder!

"Well done, Hidan." A voice, extremely faint yet clear as if right next to your ear, carried a hint of barely perceptible approval and weariness, as if coming from the end of the rift, from that distant yet real other side.

It's the voice of the evil god!

Hidan's spirits soared, and his last shred of hesitation vanished! He roared, pouring all his will, all his faith, and all his power into this final strike!

A deafening "crack" resounded as everything shattered completely! The void before them, along with the entire illusory scene of Yugakure, collapsed with a deafening roar!

Hidan stood there, panting heavily, surrounded by the eerie, blood-red sky and the deathly silence of the world under the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

He felt the surging, yet unprecedentedly docile and controllable, power of the evil god within him, and then looked at the buzzing March Scythe in his hand.

Just now...did the evil god praise him?

Absolutely! The evil god praised him!

The immense joy and sense of accomplishment instantly washed away all fatigue.

Hidan hoisted the Three-Moon Scythe, a smug yet foolish smile spreading across his face, and locked onto the direction of the Valley of the End.

"My Lord Evil God! Your loyal dog is coming right away!"

【Itachi's Tsukuyomi World——】

Itachi was not disturbed by the illusion of Tsukuyomi, but rather by a deathly silence and oppression that seemed to sink into the depths of an icy river.

When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was not any of the scenes I remembered. There was only a huge, suffocating blood moon hanging low in the dark sky, like a giant, bleeding eye staring down at the world.

The air was thick with the lingering wails of the dead and the stench of aged blood; it was cold and decaying, and even a single breath stung the lungs.

This is no ordinary illusion space.

Itachi immediately realized the strangeness of the situation. His Sharingan silently activated in the darkness, and the three tomoe slowly rotated, warily scanning the boundless, desolate land where only the blood moon and darkness existed.

We must find a weakness as soon as possible and escape from here.

"Is anyone there?! Uchiha Nagi—! You're a madman! Someone! Let me out—!!!"

A woman's scream, sharp and frantic, yet carrying a tearing pain and despair, suddenly came from afar, breaking the deathly silence.

Itachi stopped in his tracks.

There are other people in this eerie Tsukuyomi space? And... she's calling your name? Calling you a madman?

He suppressed his doubts and followed the sound silently forward. The ground beneath his feet was soft and sticky, as if it were soaked in silent blood.

The further they went, the stronger the aura of the dead and blood became, and they could even faintly hear the sound of flowing water.

Finally, he saw it—

A wide river, shimmering with a deep blue hue and seemingly formed from the glow of countless souls, flows silently across this dark land, its waters reflecting countless agonizing faces wailing in agony.

On a deserted island in the middle of the river, a figure is tightly bound by glaring golden shackles.

She was a woman with white hair and dressed in white, her long hair cascading down like shattered moonlight, partially obscuring her face.

She was struggling frantically, the thick golden chains wrapped around her limbs and waist, the other end of which was deeply embedded in the void, making a teeth-grinding clanging sound with her struggles.

Hearing footsteps, the woman suddenly looked up!

The weasel's heart suddenly clenched.

It was a face almost identical to yours! Delicate features, pale skin... but those eyes!

However, they were a pair of purple, wavy eyes containing the power of reincarnation.

But those eyes of reincarnation were now filled with violence, madness, and a kind of pain and resentment that had accumulated over countless years, almost overflowing.

"Uchiha descendant!" The woman's voice was hoarse, yet carried an undeniable command. Her Rinnegan was fixed on Itachi. "Perfect timing! Quickly! Untie these damned shackles from your ancestor!"

Itachi's brows furrowed tightly, and the wariness in his Sharingan intensified.

She is not you. Although the face is extremely similar, the temperament, eyes, and especially those Rinnegan eyes are completely different.

Your aura is more complex and difficult to discern, sometimes like a spring breeze, sometimes like ice, and sometimes like an abyss.

The woman before him was like a volcano that had been suppressed for thousands of years, ready to destroy everything at any moment.

"Who are you?" Itachi's voice was calm and undisturbed.

Upon hearing his question, the woman paused for a moment, then burst into maniacal laughter as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Hahahaha!! So many years...so many years! To still hear this question...it's truly touching! Hahahaha!"

Her laughter echoed under the empty blood moon, twisted and shrill, carrying a chilling madness.

Itachi could clearly sense that the dangerous aura emanating from this woman was far more terrifying than any of the powerful individuals he had ever encountered, including the two Uchiha Madaras.

This is a destructive urge that originates from the deepest part of the soul, has accumulated countless negative energies, and is almost tangible.

Itachi tried to approach her, but his steps became unusually slow.

The surrounding Tsukuyomi space seemed to possess its own will, and invisible pressure surged from all directions, desperately preventing him from approaching the imprisoned woman and the blue river.

Each step forward requires a huge amount of chakra and mental energy.

"Who exactly are you?" Itachi asked again, his Sharingan fixed on her. "What is your relationship with Tanuki?"

Even though it's certain she's not you, the almost identical chakra aura between the two is undeniable, like two branches splitting off from the same tree, one growing towards the sun, the other falling into darkness.

"I am Uchiha Showa!" The woman stopped laughing, her voice carrying an almost arrogant tone as she introduced herself, before becoming urgent and seductive.

"Tanuki? You mean Nagi? My relationship with her is far from simple! You want to know? If you do, help me remove these shackles! Let me out, and I'll tell you everything!"

Uchiha Showa? Itachi silently repeated the name in his mind, but he had no recollection of it. The ancient records of the Uchiha clan had never mentioned an ancestor with the Rinnegan named Showa.

He did not respond to Showa's enticement, but instead turned his gaze to the golden shackles that bound her.

The chains are not physical entities, but are made of extremely pure and powerful energy, with ancient runes flowing across them.

What alarmed Itachi even more was that the chakra aura remaining on these golden shackles... was actually from the same source as you, and the Uchiha Showa before him!

Even more ancient, purer, and more powerful than the auras of the two of you! It's as if it's the source of all power.

Who exactly is it? Who possesses such immense power, originating from the same source as yours, to imprison a powerful being with the Rinnegan here? And what is their purpose?

"Who... trapped you here?" Itachi slowly asked, voicing the question that had been nagging at him.

Chapter 212 - The Final Chapter (1)

This question, like a needle, pierced through the facade of Showa Uchiha's madness.

She laughed again, but this time, her laughter was filled with endless sorrow and despair. As she laughed, icy tears welled up from her eyes and streamed down her pale cheeks.

"Who is it? Hahahaha! Who is it?!" She cried and laughed at the same time, her whole body trembling violently. The chains rattled as she struggled, like the wailing of a demon trapped in the depths of hell. "It's her! It's Uchiha Nagi! That hypocritical savior!"

"She said I'm crazy! Hahaha! Who's really crazy?! Who's afraid?! Who's afraid to face their true destiny?!"

Her roar was like a curse, echoing wildly in this blood moon space, making Itachi's eardrums buzz and shaking his mind.

Uchiha Nagi... imprisoned her with his own hands?

Why? Itachi could guess that the Nagi mentioned in Showa's story wasn't you, but most likely the wife that Madara from another world had been searching for.

What exactly is your relationship?

What secrets does this shared power hold?

The space around Tsukuyomi began to become more unstable due to the intense emotional fluctuations of the Showa era. The light of the blood moon flickered, and the ground beneath their feet trembled violently.

Itachi stood still, his Sharingan spinning rapidly, trying to piece together the buried truth from these frenzied fragments.

Behind the truth, however, lies a fate far heavier and darker than imagined.

One hour ago—

The eye of the storm was not the scene of destruction that had been expected.

The massive roots of the divine tree withered and curled up, replaced by countless materialized streams of chakra that surged from the depths of the earth's veins, intertwining in the air to form a huge and sacred cocoon of light.

The light was not dazzling; instead, it exuded a warm and powerful life force, yet it also carried an awe-inspiring, divine pressure.

Uchiha Showa stood at the edge of the cocoon of light, his long, snow-white hair whipping wildly in the energy flow.

She stretched out her trembling fingers, almost obsessively trying to touch the flowing golden light. The moment her fingertips touched it, she was burned by the violent and primal energy contained within, leaving charred marks.

She seemed oblivious to the pain, instead bursting into a manic, joyful laugh, "Hahaha... It hurts! It hurts so much! But this pain, this is the true power of the gods! So beautiful! So beautiful!!"

Amidst her manic laughter, at the center of the cocoon of light, stood the figure that had been silently suspended within.

Uchiha Nagi lowered her head slightly, gazing at her outstretched palm.

Beneath his originally pale skin, the pale gold chakra veins were clearly visible, like flowing lava, containing unimaginable terrifying power.

Her aura became ethereal and distant, as if she had transcended the boundaries of the mortal world and become a being of a higher dimension.

Nagi's gaze fell on Showa, who was almost driven to madness. She gently raised her hand and pressed down on Showa's shoulder, which was twitching due to excitement and the surge of energy.

It was just a simple action, without even using any force, yet it felt like pressing a switch.

Showa's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped.

She stopped abruptly, as if suddenly awakened from an intense dream.

Large tears rolled down her scarlet eyes without warning, landing on the scorched ground and leaving dark stains.

The madness faded from her face, replaced by a profound sadness and... clarity, as if she foresaw some kind of end.

"Is it... over?" Showa's voice was hoarse, yet unusually clear, even trembling with a hint of confirmation. "You're finally... going to do that?"

A faint tenderness flickered in Nagi's golden eyes as she cupped Showa's tear-stained and dust-covered face, gently wiping away the scalding tears with her thumb, her gesture carrying a poignant sense of farewell.

"Mmm." She gave a single syllable of affirmation, her voice calm and even, yet carrying immense weight.

Showa's tears flowed even more fiercely, her voice trembling with sobs, "Will it disappear?"

Nagi paused for a moment, her golden eyes gazing into the distant void as if calculating some kind of probability, before finally answering honestly, "Maybe."

"Will it hurt?" Showa asked.

"It must have hurt a lot." Nagi's answer was still concise and cruel, without a trace of perfunctory words or comfort.

This honest answer shattered Showa's last shred of hope.

Suddenly, as if she had collapsed, she stretched out her arms and hugged Nagi's waist tightly, burying her face deep in Nagi's neck. Her voice was muffled, yet filled with a desperate madness, "Take me with you! My Prajna power can help you! I can withstand the backlash! Let me be with you..."

“Showa.” Nagi interrupted her softly, her voice not loud, but with an irresistible penetrating power.

Nagi ran her fingers through Showa's snow-white hair, stroking it gently, as if soothing a restless wild beast. "You must stay."

"Why?!" Showa suddenly raised his head, his eyes instantly turning crimson, filled with anger and resentment at being abandoned.

But her screams stopped abruptly.

Those pure golden eyes gazed at her calmly, a direct dialogue and suppression on a soul level.

“Because only you can do this.” Nagi’s voice was soft, but every word was etched into Showa’s heart like a brand, as if it carried the power of destiny itself. “When I reverse the laws of time and space, someone needs to determine the coordinates in this time and space.”

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze seemingly piercing through layers of space, looking at Konoha, at Amegakure, at all the ninjas struggling to survive on this scarred land, before finally settling back on Showa's face, her tone calm yet incisive.

"The ninjas of this world... are not as strong as you, Right Minister of the Hannya."

This wasn't a compliment, but rather a statement of a cold, hard fact: Showa was the only anchor she could trust.