Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

After saying that, Nagi gave Showa no further chance to refute or struggle.

The pale golden chakra flowing around her transformed into countless golden chains that instantly wrapped around Showa's body.

This isolated her from the violent energy flow of the outside world and fixed her in place; this was the Golden Escape: Divine Shackles.

Using divine power as a cage, and time and space as a lock.

Showa's lips trembled violently, all his words, all his anger, all his resentment, were silenced by this gentle yet absolute force.

Looking into those calm eyes, she knew she couldn't change Nagi's decision, and had never been able to.

In the end, all the intense emotions turned into a desperate, almost sobbing, compromise.

She lunged forward, buried her face in Nagi's neck, opened her mouth, and bit down hard with all her might!

Sharp teeth pierced the skin, and the sweet, metallic taste of blood instantly filled the mouth.

This was a farewell filled with hatred, longing, resentment, and immense pain: "...liar."

She mumbled a curse, her voice thick with sobs, as if it were the most vicious curse, yet also the most helpless plea for help.

Nagi didn't push her away, or even frown. She simply endured the pain, her golden eyes gazing into the void, as if looking through the Showa era at the past and future that she was about to personally reverse.

A stinging pain came from her neck, accompanied by a burning wetness—the tears of the Showa era. The divine golden light around Nagi burned ever brighter, threatening to devour everything.

"What should I do?" Itachi's voice was calm and clear, abruptly waking Uchiha Showa from his reverie.

Showa raised his tear-filled face and looked at the unusually calm Uchiha junior in front of him.

Her crimson Rinnegan still held traces of dampness and the embers of madness, and her tone carried a hint of annoyance at being interrupted and a habitual arrogance.

"...I don't know your ninjutsu talent, but since you helped me escape, I'll tell you the key points of some techniques. Try them..."

Before she could finish speaking, her voice caught in her throat.

Itachi's Sharingan had somehow transformed into the intricate patterns of the Mangekyou Sharingan. He stared at the golden shackles binding Showa, and the energy structures flowing with ancient runes seemed to be infinitely decomposed and reconstructed in his eyes.

He extended his slender fingers, the tips of which were condensed with highly concentrated Yin Release chakra, and precisely pointed them at the most unstable energy convergence points of the shackles.

Even Showa himself hadn't fully grasped the subtle flaws in Nagi's power system!

A very slight, crisp sound.

Even the powerful shackles of the God of War, which Showa struggled with all his might, shattered instantly!

Transformed into countless golden specks of light, they drifted under the blood-red moonlight, like a brief golden meteor shower.

Showa was completely stunned, his pupils contracting slightly.

She had lived for countless years and seen countless brilliant ninjas, but in the end, in the eyes of beings like her and Nagi, they were still mediocre.

But this young Uchiha junior before me... his understanding of ninjutsu, his insight into energy structures, his terrifyingly precise ability to break through them...

A century later, how could such a monster still be born from the Uchiha clan?

Itachi released his shackles, his face showing no smugness. He calmly withdrew his hand, his black eyes looking at Showa with a probing gaze, as if waiting for the unfinished sentence she had just uttered, and... her next instructions.

His calmness and efficiency, on the contrary, made Showa feel a strange sense of pressure.

Showa rubbed his wrist, which was a little numb from being restrained. His complicated gaze lingered on Itachi for a moment before he chuckled and shook off his discomfort.

"...Nagi's situation isn't very good right now." She looked up at the ominous blood moon, a hint of solemnity and faint excitement flashing in her Rinnegan. "Perfect, let's take this opportunity to meet the legendary Him."

Before she finished speaking, without even forming a hand seal, she simply clenched her fist, her snow-white hair moving without wind, and a powerful and violent Prajna power gathered on her fist. She then slammed her fist into the seemingly empty void in front of her!

"boom--!!!"

The entire Tsukuyomi space was like a mirror that had been struck hard, groaning under the weight of the impact!

Space violently distorted and cracked open with dark fissures. Through these fissures, one could vaguely see the sky of the real world outside, which was also shrouded in blood! A violent surge of energy swept out, causing Itachi's robes to flutter wildly.

A hint of surprise flashed across Itachi's eyes.

He knew this woman was strong, but he didn't expect her to be this strong, capable of violently shaking this strange Tsukuyomi space with sheer power!

He took a deep breath to suppress the shock in his heart, his Sharingan swirling rapidly, his vigilance at its highest.

This Uchiha Showa is a more unstable and dangerous existence than Uchiha Madara.

Chapter 213 - The Final Chapter (2)

At the same time, at the end of time, or rather, at the limit that the current laws of spacetime can bear.

This place is a desolate void, devoid of any sense of up, down, left, or right. There are only chaotic energy flows and fragments of broken rules floating like stardust.

Nagi hovered there, the pale golden chakra flowing around her like a lighthouse, supporting a small, stable area in this absolute "nothingness".

Her goal was clear: to find the connection between Infinite Tsukuyomi and this spacetime, and to reverse it before it became completely solidified.

However, a figure appeared in front of her without warning, blocking her way.

The newcomer wore a white hunting robe belonging to the Ninja Clan era, with long black hair cascading down like a waterfall. His face was handsome, yet carried an ancient melancholy and obsession.

What is most striking are the two small horns on his forehead and his deep, all-encompassing Rinnegan eyes.

It is Otsutsuki Indra.

He gazed at Nagi silently, his eyes as complex as a galaxy spanning millennia, filled with longing, pain, confusion, and a hint of... twisted obsession.

Indra slowly reached out his hand, seemingly wanting to stroke Nagi's cheek, his movements carrying an almost pious and cautious quality.

Nagi turned her head away, her voice devoid of any warmth, "I am not Hannya."

Indra's hand froze in mid-air, then a bitter, mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Are you afraid to face me, or are you afraid to face... Uchiha Madara, who is frantically searching for you?"

Upon hearing Madara Uchiha's name uttered by Indra, Nagi's golden pupils suddenly contracted, and his sharp gaze shot towards Indra like a tangible blade!

Indra, however, was not afraid of her anger at all. Instead, he took a step closer, pointed to his heart, and said in a strangely seductive tone, "Look, the 'reincarnation seal' between us is burning hot... It tells me that you have returned."

Nagi frowned almost imperceptibly. She had no desire or interest in dealing with the complicated and tangled emotional entanglements left over from the Ninja Sect era a thousand years ago.

She could clearly sense the fluctuations emanating from the sealed land; Kaguya Otsutsuki had broken free of her restraints!

We must race against time!

Nagi ignored Indra and decisively bit her fingertip, drawing out a bead of crimson blood that contained a potent divine power.

She raised her hand to draw an ancient spell in the air to reverse the Infinite Tsukuyomi, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a cold hand!

Indra gripped her wrist with such force that he almost crushed her bones.

He lowered his head, and surprisingly, he bent down and stuck out his tongue to gently lick away the plump bead of blood from her fingertip. The action was extremely ambiguous, yet it carried a chilling obsession and possessiveness.

“This is a small matter…” Indra raised his eyes, a dangerous glint in his Samsara Eyes. “Why do you need to do it? Let me handle it.”

Nagi never expected that Indra, the proud son of a god, would do something so shameless!

She forcefully pulled her hand back.

Instead of being angry at her resistance, Indra laughed. He stopped pursuing her and quickly formed several hand seals that were far more ancient and complex than any ninjutsu of this era.

An unimaginably vast illusionary power, belonging to the most primal Yin-style magic, erupted from his center!

This force wasn't directed at Nagi, but rather, like an invisible tsunami, it struck Kaguya's Infinite Tsukuyomi precisely along some mysterious connection!

The real world, the Valley of the End.

Everyone trapped in Tsukuyomi, whether members of the Allied Shinobi Forces, survivors of Akatsuki, or ordinary citizens, were all jolted awake from that dream—whether beautiful or painful—at the same moment!

"That was just now..."

The intense feeling of mental detachment gave them splitting headaches, and they looked around blankly.

What came into view was no longer the scene in the dream, but a despairing picture of the real world. The pitch-black sky was like inverted ink, the huge blood moon emitted an ominous red light, and countless white cocoons hung on the branches of the divine tree like evil fruits, silent and still.

The Infinite Tsukuyomi has not yet been lifted.

But the deepest mental constraints imposed upon it were forcibly torn open by another tyrannical and ancient force!

Everyone woke up.

To be clear-headed and face this hellish world.

The Valley of the End is filled with an atmosphere of death and bloodshed.

In the center of these ruins, Xiao Nan knelt on the ground, tightly embracing the body that was gradually losing its warmth.

You lay quietly in her arms, your eyes closed, your long, thick eyelashes casting fragile shadows on your pale, almost transparent face.

The striking bright red at the corner of her lips stung everyone's eyes.

Xiao Nan's tears fell silently, drop by drop, landing on your cold cheeks, spreading tiny watermarks, but unable to wake the person in your arms.

Her fingers, folding paper, could only clench in vain, as if she could grasp the life that was rapidly slipping away.

The first one they found was Obito.

He practically stumbled and crawled over, and even the spatial vortex of Shenwei became unstable due to his intense emotional fluctuations.

When his gaze fell upon the lifeless figure in Xiao Nan's arms, and the glaring blood at the corner of her mouth, he froze on the spot.

The Sharingan beneath the mask was wide open, its pupils trembling wildly, filled with disbelief and... something that had collapsed in an instant.

“Nagi…?” he croaked, his voice broken and incoherent, as if someone were choking him.

He staggered forward a step, but dared not approach, as if afraid to confirm the most terrible ending.

Soon, the other members of the Akatsuki organization also arrived.

Deidara's clay bird was thrown aside before it could even land smoothly.

He stumbled closer, and when he saw the scene before him, his usual cynical smile froze instantly, then crumbled like fragile porcelain.

“Wicked…wicked woman?” he murmured, his blue eyes initially filled with immense bewilderment and confusion, as if he couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing.

How could that woman, who always infuriated him and was incredibly powerful, possibly...

Lying here so quietly? Suddenly, an unprecedented stinging pain gripped his heart, so intense that he almost bent over and found it hard to breathe.

He stood there, like a lost child, at a loss.

Hidan arrived a little later, and the three-month scythe he was carrying dragged on the ground, making a harsh scraping sound.

When he saw you in Xiao Nan's arms, it was as if all his energy had been drained away. His eyes, which were always filled with fanaticism and violence, instantly dimmed and became empty.

He walked very slowly to Xiao Nan, then knelt down heavily with a "thud," his knees hitting the gravel with a dull thud, but he seemed to feel no pain.

He just reached out his hand, trembling, wanting to touch your cold fingers, but pulled it back abruptly at the last second, as if he had been burned.

"It's...it's my fault for being late..." His voice was hoarse and dry, filled with boundless regret and despair. "Lord Evil God...I..."

He couldn't even utter a complete sentence of apology.

"Make way! Make way!! There's still hope for Tanuki!!" A frantic, tearful female voice broke through the suffocating despair.

Tsunade, along with Shizune and a group of elite medical ninjas from Konoha, rushed over without regard for their own safety.

She shoved aside the distraught Deidara and Hidan who were blocking her way, and almost stumbled as she rushed to Konan's side.

"Give her to me...give her to me..." Tsunade's voice trembled as she snatched you from Konan's stiff arm and laid you flat on the ground.

The palm-wielding Healing Jutsu chakra, representing life energy, instantly surged from Tsunade's palms, covering your cold body.

Tsunade's fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and her forehead was instantly covered with a fine layer of cold sweat.

Her tears fell like broken beads, large drops mingling with her sweat, dripping onto your bloodless face.

"It's okay...it will be okay...I'm Tsunade, one of the Legendary Sannin...I can definitely save you..." She seemed to be comforting the people around her, but it was more like she was desperately trying to convince herself.

Tsunade forced herself to concentrate, continuously channeling larger quantities and purer Yang Release chakra into your body.

Kakashi stood a little distance away, watching this scene, and his breath caught in his throat.

The image from my dream—you covered in blood yet still smiling—reappeared vividly before my eyes, perfectly overlapping with the scene before me now.

An indescribable emotion, a mixture of fear, bitterness, and immense sorrow, struck him so hard that he almost lost his balance.

He instinctively clutched his throbbing chest, his Sharingan spinning wildly beneath his headband.

Time passed by second by second, each second feeling as long as an eternity.

Tsunade's chakra seems to have sunk into the sea; your body remains cold, showing no signs of improvement.

Despair, like the coldest tide, spread silently once more, enveloping the entire Valley of the End, so heavy it was suffocating.

Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom, and even the strength to fight to the death was almost exhausted by this hopeless wait.