Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Ban frowned, and instinctively tightened his grip on your arm.

Showa didn't answer anyone's questions. Her eyes instantly became extremely terrifying. Without any hesitation, she suddenly raised her still intact hand and bit her fingertip hard.

The moment the blood gushed out, she smeared it on her forehead with her other hand!

A complex and sinister Hannya demon mask instantly appeared on her forehead and lit up! The moment the mask appeared, Showa's previously depleted power suddenly burst forth again as if in a final burst of light.

"Break—for me!!!" She stabbed fiercely into the empty void ahead!

Space was forcibly torn open like glass, revealing an unstable crack. Behind it was not a familiar scene, but a violent and chaotic spacetime turbulence, powerful enough to shred everything.

"Go!" Indra's reaction was incredibly fast. The moment the crack appeared, he didn't even have time to think. His Samsara Eyes flashed with a resolute determination, and he was the first to transform into a streak of black light and rush in.

Almost simultaneously with him, Yi Shi Ban acted without hesitation, boldly rushing into the dangerous rift, his figure instantly swallowed by the turbulent currents.

Showa cursed under his breath, ignoring his swaying body, and gritted his teeth as he rammed headfirst into the crevice.

The crack began to shrink and close rapidly after she entered.

All of this happened too fast. From the moment the three people became abnormal to the moment they successively entered the spatial rift, it was only a matter of two or three seconds.

A group of people were left standing there dumbfounded, completely confused about what was going on.

Hidan's mouth dropped open, and the three-handed scythe fell to the ground with a clatter. "Hey?! What's wrong with those three?! What's gotten into them?!"

As Ban held the unconscious you, staring at the crack that was about to disappear completely, his brows furrowed, and an extremely ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

And at the end of that crack, does it lead to a predetermined separation, or a rescue defying fate?

All that is known is that those three figures are resolutely heading towards an unknown end, one from which there may be no return.

Within the compressed spacetime tunnel, every inch of progress felt like struggling in viscous amber.

Indra was surrounded by ancient and powerful Yin energy, forcefully pushing open a path ahead and resisting the increasingly strong repulsive forces coming from all directions.

It wasn't directed at them, but rather poured entirely onto the being at the end of the passage—a cold and absolute aversion originating from the very source of the world.

The deeper they went, the more horrified the three of them became.

This level of rejection... it's practically like being forcibly expelled. Nagi... what did she do to be hated and rejected by the world's consciousness to such an extent?!

The otherworldly Ban felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart tighter and tighter, each heartbeat carrying a dull pain.

He dared not think about it too much. While he was indulging in the false peace of Tsukuyomi or pursuing his so-called dreams, his wife always silently bore everything. After successfully reversing everyone's fate, what kind of backlash did she suffer?

Was it being slowly devoured? Was it being tormented day and night? And what kind of despair led one to ultimately choose to tear through time and space, escaping to this end where even time has lost its meaning, to bear all of this alone?

With each thought he had, his breathing became more difficult, and his self-loathing and regret deepened.

Finally, after Indra had almost exhausted his strength to open up the last distorted spacetime barrier, the scene before them suddenly opened up, but it instantly made the blood of the three of them almost freeze!

This is the true end of time, the place where all things return to nothingness.

There was no light, no darkness, only an eternal, deathly gray expanse.

At the center of this void, countless translucent shackles formed from pure rules, like the cruelest instruments of torture, extend from all directions, tightly binding, piercing, and imprisoning the figure in the center.

Nagi's eyes were closed, her long eyelashes casting fragile shadows on her pale, bloodless face. Her long black hair was disheveled, which made her face look even more broken, arrogant, and gloomy.

Most shockingly, on her left cheek, the Prajna Demon Mask totem, which shared the same source of power as her, was clearly emerging, like an ominous brand, indicating that she was being devoured and assimilated by her own power.

Nagi hovered there silently, like a defective product awaiting final processing. Her aura was extremely weak, as if she would completely merge into this nothingness and disappear without a trace in the next second.

“Anagi…” Madara’s heart felt like it had been crushed in an instant, and the intense pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He murmured, his voice hoarse and incoherent, and instinctively wanted to rush forward regardless of everything.

"Watch out!" Indra suddenly grabbed his arm, his Samsara eyes filled with unprecedented solemnity and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

"Don't approach rashly! Her chakra aura is extremely chaotic right now, and... it's filled with destructive power! She'll mark you and the rules of spacetime together!"

Indra could sense that the power surrounding Nagi was no longer the gentle power of Prajna, but a power full of self-destructive tendencies, the final form after being driven to the brink of despair.

Showa was frantic with worry, her eyes practically popping out of their sockets. She could clearly sense Nagi's consciousness sinking, her giving up resistance, and her embracing that eternal silence.

"Naki with the stoic expression—!!" Showa roared with all his might, his voice piercing the deathly silence. "Don't sleep! Open your eyes! Look who's here! You bastard! Don't you dare sleep! Do you hear me?!"

Indra dared not hesitate any longer, and his hands quickly formed hand seals, trying to neutralize some of the terrifying oppressive force surrounding Nagi, even if it was just a drop in the ocean.

Otherworldly Madara was no longer listening to anything; all he could see was that figure, bound by shackles and barely breathing.

All the rules of spacetime, the world's rejection, and the destructive energy... at this moment, they all lost their meaning.

He abruptly shook off Indra's hand!

"Get out of here!" came a low growl, filled with a desperate and resolute madness!

He ignored Indra's warning, ignored Showa's anxious shouts, and ignored the terrifying pressure that suddenly intensified around him due to his actions, a pressure that seemed to crush him.

He only had eyes for her.

One step, two steps... each step felt like walking on a mountain of knives. The repulsive force of spacetime was like billions of steel needles piercing his body and soul, but his speed of progress only increased!

Finally, he broke through that invisible barrier, opened his arms wide, and with all his might, tightly embraced the body that was bound by countless rules.

The instant they touched each other, it was as if two completely different worlds collided with a deafening roar!

Centered on the two embracing figures, a terrifying energy shockwave, powerful enough to tear everything apart, suddenly erupted, bringing time and space to the brink of collapse.

Countless dark cracks spread wildly in all directions from them, and the chains of rules vibrated violently, emitting a piercing clang.

Indra and Showa were violently thrown away by the huge shockwave and crashed heavily into the distorted space wall.

The moment Madara embraced Nagi, he felt countless chaotic, painful, and desperate fragments of memories rush into his mind and assault his soul—all of which she had endured alone.

But he didn't let go; instead, he tightened his arms, pressing her deeper and tighter against his chest.

"I'm sorry... Nagi..." He buried his face in the cold crook of her neck, his voice trembling uncontrollably, and hot tears finally streamed down his face, dripping onto her pale skin.

"I'm too late... This time... I will never let go again..." Time and space are shattering, and the world is rejecting us.

Deep inside the tower, in a temporary room.

You suddenly opened your eyes, your heart pounding as if you were struggling to breathe from the depths of the sea, your forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Tanuki! You're awake?!" Nohara Rin, who had been watching over you by the bedside, exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward to support you. "How are you feeling? Is there anything else that's bothering you? We were so scared when you suddenly fainted..."

Before Lin could finish her concerned words, you sprang up from the bed. You didn't even have time to see your surroundings or respond to Lin. A sense of panic from the depths of your soul drove you to rush out of the room like an arrow.

"Tanuki?! Where are you going?!" Lin's exclamation was left behind.

Outside the room, Madara leaned against a cold stone pillar, his crimson Rinnegan gazing absently at the gradually calming but devastated battlefield in the distance.

Your weak and pale appearance before you fell into a coma, and those golden eyes that briefly appeared and belonged to another person, still lingered in his mind.

Just then, a familiar yet urgent presence suddenly drew near.

He turned around suddenly and saw you staggering towards him.

Your face was still pale, your breathing rapid, and your black eyes, which had just regained their clarity, were now filled with unprecedented panic, despair, and a kind of... almost humble plea.

"Ban..." Your voice was trembling with tears.

The next second, to Ban's astonishment, your legs went weak and you were about to kneel down in front of him.

Ban's heart felt like it was being violently clenched. Almost reflexively, he reached out and grabbed your arm tightly, the powerful force stopping your kneeling and pulling you up half-lifting, half-dragging you.

"What are you doing?!" Madara's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible anger and...panic.

He has never seen you like this before.

You can be cunning, you can be crazy, you can be gentle, or you can be resilient, but never like this... as if all pride and backbone have been ripped away, leaving only broken pleading.

"Help me..." You grabbed his arm tightly, your nails almost digging into his flesh, tears streaming down your face without warning. "Ban...save her, you must save her..."

You were rambling, but Ban understood instantly.

Who does "she" refer to?

Chapter 220 - The Final Chapter (9)

She is another Nagi, bearing everything alone at the end of time.

At this moment, the other members of the Akatsuki, who had heard the commotion, rushed over and happened to see you tearfully pleading with Madara, and Madara's incredibly complex expression.

Under the gaze of all, Madara remained silent for a moment. He looked at you, who was almost shattered, and another figure of Nagi, who was indifferent but had protected you time and time again, flashed through his mind.

Finally, he raised his other hand and, somewhat awkwardly but with an indescribable tenderness, gently ruffled your soft black hair.

A single word, light as a feather, yet carrying an unquestionable promise.

At the end of time, the situation is rapidly deteriorating. The turbulence in space is becoming increasingly violent, and the pressure of the rules is grinding this area like a millstone.

Indra struggled to maintain his defenses, his face as pale as paper. He knew that if he didn't find a way to leave soon, not only Nagi, but all of them would be completely assimilated and become eternal prisoners.

He looked at the otherworldly Madara, who was still holding Nagi tightly and oblivious to everything around him. The man was clearly prepared to perish here with the person in his arms.

Indra gritted her teeth, placing her last hope in Showa! Perhaps her power of wisdom held another way...

But when he turned his head with difficulty to look in the direction of Showa, his pupils suddenly contracted, almost bursting!

"Uchiha Showa! What are you doing?! Come back!!!"

Indra roared in shock and anger, his voice distorted. It turned out that Showa, that madman, had somehow escaped the relatively safe area!

She was using her own hands and her intact arm, like a fanatical rock climber, to slowly make her way towards the most chaotic and dangerous core of this space-time!

The closer she got to the origin, the greater the repulsion and tearing force of spacetime became. Her body was constantly being torn open by invisible forces, and the blood that just flowed out was evaporated by the chaotic energy.

But Showa seemed oblivious; in his crimson Rinnegan eyes, only a near-devout madness and... a kind of bewitched illusion remained.

"Come back! You'll be completely assimilated and disappear! You bastard!" Indra was furious. He hadn't expected to encounter so many madmen who didn't play by the rules when he came to rescue people. They were all rushing to their deaths!

But Showa could no longer hear anything.

All she could hear was the howling storm of time and space, and... deep within the storm, the purple-haired woman who kept appearing, smiling gently at her, and reaching out her hand.

Chiri was waiting for her at the end.

If I just climb over... if I just touch that source... maybe... maybe I can...

A final glint of light flashed in her eyes as she desperately reached upwards, grasping at the source of destruction!

"Zhili—!!!"

When Madara tore through space with you and forced his way into this chaotic and desolate place at the end of time, what he saw was this terrifying scene from the Showa era.

"Showa! Stop!" Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as you cry out in alarm!

The source of the taboo exudes an aura of annihilation that chills the soul. Showa's actions are tantamount to self-destruction. In this critical moment, a resolute glint flashes in your eyes.

Under Madara's protection, you suddenly exerted your strength, and with a precise and merciless side kick, you slammed Showa's lower back hard.

"Ugh!" Showa groaned, his climbing abruptly halting as the force sent him flying backward.

Indra, who had been poised to strike, reacted with lightning speed. His Rinnegan activated, and the purple Susanoo skeleton instantly appeared. His enormous skeletal hand firmly grasped Showa, who was flying back, as if he were holding a restless bird.

"Let me go! Bastard! Let me through! Chiri is over there!" Showa struggled and roared wildly in Susanoo's palm, his eyes filled with the madness of being blinded by illusion.

"His madness has relapsed." Madara glanced at him coldly and made his judgment. You all accepted this fact, after all, Showa Uchiha's mental state had always been precarious.

After being firmly trapped by Susanoo and struggling to no avail, Showa suddenly stopped all movement.

She lay limp between the skull's fingers, no longer screaming or struggling. She simply raised her empty, vacant, scarlet eyes and stared blankly toward the end of time, toward the destructive light that devoured everything, as if she really saw someone there.

Tears silently streamed down her face, mingling with blood, making her look exceptionally forlorn. No one knew what Showa was thinking at that moment, her mind racing with madness.

Having temporarily dealt with the Showa incident, you immediately turned all your attention to the embracing figures in the center, bound by chains of rules.

"Nagi with facial paralysis!" You approach with difficulty, resisting the immense force of rejection.

As if hearing your call, or perhaps sensing the approach of that shared soul, the figure in the otherworldly Ban's arms, with eyes tightly closed, trembled slightly.

Then, slowly, it opened its eyes.

Her golden eyes held no emotion, only a divine indifference, as if the thrilling rescue she had just witnessed had nothing to do with her.

Nagi's golden eyes slowly turned, sweeping over the raging spacetime turbulence around her, Indra struggling to hold on, Showa staring blankly at the sky while being captured by Susanoo, Madara of the present world protecting you, and... Madara of the other world holding her tightly, his eyes filled with the ecstasy of regaining what he had lost and the deep worry etched into his bones.

Her gaze lingered on the otherworldly face for a moment, a fleeting ripple passing through her icy golden eyes.

Nagi seemed to finally come to her senses and realize her current situation.

This group of people... all ventured into this desolate place for her, an existence long since rejected by the world.

Nagi's gaze finally fell back on the face of the otherworldly Madara, who was so close to her. She looked at his pale face, felt the trembling in his arms, and felt the heavy, suffocating emotion that was about to overflow.