Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

She shed her divine indifference, revealing a trace of human weariness and tenderness. Her fingers, bound by the chains of rules and unable to move, struggled to grasp the hand that the otherworldly Ban held tightly around her.

Despite being weak, it was a clear response.

Madara's body suddenly stiffened. He could hardly believe his own feelings. He looked down and stared intently at their clasped hands, then suddenly looked up into Nagi's eyes.

This time, he clearly saw in her eyes a long-lost, faint but real tenderness and... a hint of helplessness.

Just this one look, this one subtle response, and all the waiting, all the pain, all the despair... it was all worth it.

Otherworldly Ban tightened his arms, burying his face deep in her cold neck, greedily inhaling that familiar yet strange scent, his voice choked and hoarse, "...Don't...push me away again..."

Whatever comes next, whether it's being eternally imprisoned here or being completely annihilated by time and space.

As long as I can be with her.

He then had no more regrets.

Nagi didn't answer, but just let him hold her. Her golden eyes slowly closed, as if she acquiesced to his words and accepted the fact that their fates were once again intertwined.

"It's almost time." She spoke calmly, her golden eyes sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on the face of the otherworldly freak. Her gaze was complex and unreadable, containing determination, weariness, and a faint... sense of relief. "Let's go together."

Before she finished speaking, she gripped the golden longsword and, seemingly casually, swung it towards the most chaotic and solid spacetime barrier in front of her.

There was no earth-shattering noise, only a faint ripping sound, like cloth being silently cut by the sharpest blade.

A narrow crack, its edges shimmering with unstable golden light, was forcibly cleaved open. Through the crack, one could vaguely see the scene of the normal world outside—the sky above the Valley of the End!

The moment the rift opened, a violent conflict arose between the relatively stable external spacetime and the collapsing internal rules, and even more violent turbulence surged in from both inside and outside the rift like a flood bursting its banks.

Almost at the same moment the crack appeared, Nagi stood in front of Madara without hesitation, taking the brunt of the impact.

As Indra watched this scene, seeing Nagi instinctively protecting another man, an indescribable feeling welled up inside him, a mixture of bitterness, pain, and a certain understanding.

His handsome face was expressionless, but the light in his Samsara Eyes dimmed slightly.

He stopped looking at the two men and turned his gaze to the crack. His voice returned to its usual coldness, as if his momentary loss of composure had never happened. "I'll go outside and stabilize the passage first."

He didn't even ask for permission, nor did he care about the wary and possessive gaze that Madara from another world cast at him. He simply took a deep look at Nagi's profile.

"I'll wait for you outside." This sentence sounds like a promise, but it also sounds like a farewell.

Nagi didn't turn around, but nodded very slightly to indicate that she understood.

Without further hesitation, Indra transformed into a streak of light and charged into the unstable rift, disappearing from sight.

A violent energy surge came from outside the crack as he unleashed his chakra in an attempt to stabilize the passage.

Nagi's gaze then fell on you and Madara standing to the side.

Without a word, you immediately understood her meaning: the collapse here was intensifying, and staying any longer would only increase the danger. Staying here would only distract Nagi and become a burden.

You suppressed your worries and reluctance, and tugged at Ban's sleeve.

Madara's crimson Rinnegan gave Nagi a deep look, then glanced at you, weak yet determined, in his arms. In the end, he said nothing, only nodding.

He protected you tightly, his Dao-seeking jade swirling around him, transforming into a protective barrier, and then rushed into the crack.

Now, at the end of this space-time that is about to completely collapse, only Showa, trapped by Susanoo and still staring blankly into the distance, and Madara from another world, who is closely guarding Nagi's side.

"You go too." Nagi's voice carried an unquestionable command, attempting to push the otherworldly Madara towards the rift.

Chapter 221 - The Final Chapter (10)

"I'll be last." The answer from the otherworldly Madara was resolute, his arm as still as an iron clamp, his Rinnegan revealing a determination to live and die with her.

He would never leave her alone again.

Looking into his stubborn eyes, Nagi sighed softly. She knew that words could not persuade this man at all.

Time is of the essence; there is no time to hesitate any longer.

A subtle, almost sorrowful resolve flashed in her eyes.

"You must go first." Her tone suddenly became unusually firm.

Before Otherworldly Madara could react, the last of her golden Prajna power erupted, not as an attack, but as countless warm yet incredibly resilient golden light bands, like the gentlest cage, instantly enveloping Otherworldly Madara layer by layer.

"Anagi?! What are you doing?!" The Otherworldly Madara was shocked and furious, trying to struggle, but found himself unable to move for a moment in the face of this power!

This power was not meant to harm him, but purely to bind and protect him, rendering him unable to resist.

Nagi leaned forward, her cold, bloodless lips, carrying a sense of farewell, pressed against the slightly parted lips of the otherworldly Madara, who was filled with astonishment.

That kiss was icy cold, devoid of any warmth, yet heavy as a branding iron, burning even the soul of the otherworldly being trembled.

“Madara,” her voice was as soft as a sigh, yet it reached his ears clearly, carrying an emotion he had never heard before, so intense it was heartbreaking, “I love you.”

The moment the words fell, Otherworldly Madara felt an irresistible, gentle force envelop him, forcefully pushing him toward the crack.

At the same time, a strong sense of dizziness struck, and consciousness sank rapidly into darkness as if power had been cut off.

In the instant before he completely lost consciousness, the last thing he saw was Nagi's golden eyes, filled with endless tenderness, reluctance, and a kind of utterly liberated peace that he couldn't understand.

The golden cocoon of light enveloped the unconscious Otherworldly Ban, and like a shooting star returning to its nest, it suddenly disappeared into the violently shaking crack.

The crack began to shrink rapidly.

Nagi turned to look at Showa, who was still in a daze. The collapse around them was becoming more and more violent, and the fragments of the rules were peeling off and dissipating like snowflakes.

“At the end of time,” Nagi’s voice rang out calmly, piercing through the lament in the space, “you can glimpse and travel through the past. I will help you.”

Her words were soft, yet they struck Showa's chaotic mind like a thunderbolt.

Showa turned his head stiffly and extremely slowly, his crimson Rinnegan focusing on Nagi, especially the translucent binding threads on her body formed by the condensation of the world's consciousness and deeply embedded in her spirit.

"You helped me?" Showa's voice was dry and hoarse, tinged with an absurd sneer. "And what about you? In this state... what can you possibly do?"

Nagi did not answer immediately. She simply raised her relatively free hand in silence, ignoring the tearing pain caused by her movement.

She forcefully probed into the most chaotic core of time's origin ahead!

The core of the origin violently resisted and twisted, unleashing an energy turbulence powerful enough to annihilate everything, but it was all suppressed by the burning golden light surrounding Nagi.

The process was clearly extremely painful; her face became even more translucent, and golden specks of light kept spilling from the corners of her mouth, but her eyes remained cold and resolute.

In the end, the source that was powerful enough to destroy a world, like a tamed beast, slowly calmed down, shrinking into a ball of light that kept changing into dark gold, obediently floating above her palm, gently flowing with fragments of time.

Only then did Nagi speak again, her voice still flat, but carrying a sense of weariness that had finally settled.

"I will remain in the darkness to protect everyone."

This was her choice, her destiny, her...end.

Upon hearing this, Showa was stunned for a moment, then burst into an even more exaggerated and maniacal laugh, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"Haha...hahaha! Still the same! Still so fond of playing the savior! You expressionless Nagi! What are you after?! Huh?! You've made yourself into this mess, just for those ants who don't even know you exist?! I really don't understand...I just don't understand!!"

She laughed and cursed as she struggled to stand up from between Susanoo's fingers.

Indra's Susanoo vanished into purple light after she stood up, seemingly having reached its limit.

Showa's wounds were still bleeding profusely, turning her into a blood-soaked figure, but her eyes held a rare and eerie calm.

This was one of the few times she was completely lucid.

Nagi looked at her quietly, without refuting or explaining, but after she stood still, she slightly raised her hand.

The power of creation and nourishment belonging to the Left Minister of the Prajna gently enveloped Showa.

The gruesome wounds, the mangled flesh, and even the parts eroded by the Seeking the Dao Jade all healed and regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to their original state without leaving any scars.

Showa moved his completely healed arm, feeling the long-lost peace within his body, undisturbed by excruciating pain.

She raised her head and looked at Nagi, her eyes filled with complex and unreadable emotions, which eventually settled into a faint, almost resigned calm.

"Help me," she said softly, walking to Nagi's side and her gaze falling on the floating dark golden orb.

Nagi held the core of origin in front of the two of them, and Showa took a deep breath and slowly covered it with his hand.

The instant their palms touched the core, it was as if some ancient mechanism had been activated!

Invisible gears began to turn in this void, and images of time flashed and flowed wildly around them.

Showa saw his own life reflected in her: a childhood of constant wandering, his encounter with Chisato, the madness that followed gaining the power of the Right Minister of the Hannya, a century of lonely waiting, his entanglement, manipulation, and struggle with Nagi, and finally, this absurd companionship...

Countless images flashed by, finally settling on a rainy day—

The young, still somewhat naive Uchiha Chiri stood before her, soaked to the bone, his face pale but his eyes resolute. With trembling hands, he placed a scroll containing special ocular power, a scroll recording the forbidden technique of Izanagi, into her hands.

Chiri's eyes were filled with reluctance, determination, and a profound sense of entrustment that she had not fully understood at the time.

“This will do.” Showa’s voice trembled slightly as he pointed to the clip, his eyes sharpening and becoming clear-headed. “I’ll handle the rest myself.”

Nagi glanced at the scene in the rain following her finger, a faint hint of understanding flashing in her golden eyes. She remained silent and nodded slightly.

A dark golden sphere of primordial light burst forth with dazzling brilliance, and a "door" composed of pure time power slowly opened before the two of them!

Behind the door was the scene from that rainy day, so clear it seemed almost within reach!

The door opened, but Nagi saw that Showa was still standing in the same spot and did not immediately step inside. A very faint look of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Showa bit her fingertip hard, and as blood gushed out, she used it as ink and her finger as a brush to rapidly draw an extremely complex, eerie, and ominous ancient curse mark in the void.

"I'll give you the power of the Right Chancellor!" With her hoarse roar, the blood-red curse mark suddenly lit up, transforming into a dark red streak that forcefully entered Nagi's body.

A completely different force, filled with destruction, madness, and fanaticism yet incredibly powerful, took root wildly within Nagi's body like a virus.

It clashed violently with the creative and ordering power that originally belonged to the Left Prime Minister, yet it began to be forcibly integrated under some higher-level rules.

The threads binding the world's consciousness were instantly violently shaken by this newly born, violent force.

Nagi raised her eyes, and a ripple finally appeared in her golden pupils. She looked calmly at Showa without speaking, as if waiting for an explanation.

Just then, the rift leading to the real world let out a loud, strained sound and began to close rapidly! It was about to be completely sealed off.

"What are you standing there for! Get out of here!!" Showa suddenly roared hoarsely, and she charged headlong into the closing crack with her own body.

"Ugh—!" The terrifying spatial compression force instantly acted on her, the sound of bones shattering was clearly audible, and blood burst from her body like a fountain.

But she laughed wildly, using her last bit of strength to forcefully open a crack in the fissure.

"Why?" Nagi looked at Showa's body, which was almost instantly crushed, and felt as if her mind had fallen into an unprecedented state of confusion. She did not understand the meaning of this self-destruction.

"The power of the Right Prime Minister has been given to you! So what if the world consciousness rejects you?!" Showa's voice was distorted by immense pain, yet it carried a hysterical, all-consuming madness.

"Then resist with this power to the very end! What Sharingan curse! That's nothing but a self-imposed prison you've built for yourself! Resist! Uchiha Nagi!!"

Her roar, like a final judgment, slammed heavily into Nagi's heart: "Go save your brother! Go find your love! Go save the ninja world you desire! Don't end up like me... only able to live in the memories of the past."

Nagi watched Showa's figure, still laughing maniacally through the cracks, and saw the final, almost scorching, twisted hope bursting forth in her eyes...

Something that had been solid for too long seemed to finally show a crack.

The rejection of world consciousness... shackles...

Can she...resist?

Within those golden pupils, beneath the frozen lake surface, an undercurrent seemed to be surging.

She didn't hesitate any longer.

Before the fleeting gap, which Showa had built with his life, completely closed, Nagi transformed into a streak of light and crossed it.

Just before the figure completely disappeared, a voice, almost drowned out by the sound of time collapsing, drifted towards the fading figure behind him: "Thank you."

Behind him, came Showa's final, manic, and satisfied laugh, as if he had received the highest recognition in the world: "Hahahaha! To gain your approval, Prime Minister... I, Uchiha Showa... haven't lived in vain! Haha... ha..."

The laughter and her figure vanished completely at the end of time and space.

And that door to the past still stands quietly, waiting for the next lost soul.

Chapter 222 - The Final Chapter (11)

"What's wrong?"

Madara's voice came from behind, hoarse with the unique feeling of post-war. His armor was still stained with Kaguya's blood, and the tomoe in his Rinnegan slowly rotated, reflecting your empty expression.

You opened your mouth, but found that you couldn't make a sound.

What should I say? Congratulations on saving the world? Thank you for always being there for me? Or... do you seem to have lost your purpose?

"She's tired."

Xiao Nan's voice suddenly broke in; she had appeared by the pillar at some point.