Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Ban frowned at you. "You need to rest."

You forced a smile and said, "Yeah, I'm a little sleepy." You turned and walked into the depths of the corridor, your steps unsteady as if you were walking on clouds.

Inside the medical room, Nagi lay quietly on the hospital bed, while Madara from Another World stood guard by her side, his cracked Rinnegan staring intently at the monitoring equipment.

When you pushed the door open, he nodded almost imperceptibly and stood up to give you his seat.

"When will she wake up?" you asked softly.

"Anytime." The voice of the otherworldly Ban was gentler than usual. "The soul has returned to its place, it just needs time to adapt."

You sit down by the bed and carefully hold Nagi's cold hand. This hand once tore through time and reversed life and death, but now it is so fragile that it seems to break at the slightest touch.

I suddenly remembered the look in Nagi's eyes when she tore through time and space and looked at you for the last time. It wasn't the sadness of parting, but... expectation?

"You are afraid."

Nagato suddenly appeared on the other side of the hospital bed, his fingertips gently touching Nagi's forehead. His expression was unusually gentle, like a prophet who saw through everything.

You didn't deny it. Gazing at Nagi's peaceful sleeping face, a long-buried fear finally surfaced: "What if...she wakes up and finds that the world doesn't need two Uchiha Nagis?"

The door to the medical room was gently pushed open, and Madara stood in the doorway, followed by all the members of the Akatsuki organization.

Deidara's golden hair had lost its former luster, Sasori's puppet lay quietly on his shoulder, and Yahiko's eyes held a weary yet determined light.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ban strode over and forcefully lifted your chin. "You think we risked our lives to save her so that you would disappear?"

Your pupils dilated slightly as you looked at the crowd, each face bearing the same answer.

"A wicked woman is a wicked woman! Hmm!" Deidara waved the clay rabbit. "Who wants that poker-faced guy!"

The scorpion's puppet tail gently wrapped around your wrist, "Did you think we couldn't tell you apart?"

Yahiko stepped forward and placed a scroll on your lap. "This is an agreement jointly signed by the five major powers. You need to personally oversee its implementation."

Konan's paper flowers formed the word "idiot" in the air. Obito chuckled behind his mask, and even Kakuzu snorted, "My money can't be wasted."

Your vision blurred, and you looked down at the scroll, only to find that it was not a peace agreement at all, but an absurd "Round of Tanuki Protection Rights," with childish doodles drawn next to each signature.

Deidara's self-destructing spider, Sasori's puppet sketch, Nagato's Rinnegan line drawing...

"you..."

Madara snorted coldly and slammed the Uchiha fan heavily on the table. "This is the Uchiha clan head's keepsake. I'll save a place for you."

Suddenly, Madara from Another World spoke, "Awake?"

All eyes instantly focused on the hospital bed, where Nagi slowly opened her eyes as everyone held their breath.

His usually calm and composed golden eyes were momentarily stunned, then precisely locked onto you, whose face was streaked with tears.

"Why are you crying?" Her voice was weak but clear. "I'm back."

You suddenly burst into laughter, rushed over and hugged Nagi, then turned to the others amidst her disgusted gaze, "Now I understand, the meaning of my existence—"

Nagi struggled to raise her hand and gently wiped away the tears on your face. "You were never meant to be anyone's shadow."

The morning sun outside the window finally broke through the clouds, enveloping you in a warm halo.

Looking at your trembling hands, you truly feel for the first time that this is not the end, but a brand new beginning.

Ban impatiently interrupted the sentimental scene, "Alright, the celebration is about to begin."

He paused, then awkwardly added, "...the dessert is your favorite strawberry daifuku."

You burst into laughter through your tears, and as you helped Nagi walk towards the door, the sunlight shone brightly on the end of the corridor, where everyone who had been waiting for you stood, their smiles dazzlingly bright.

So that's the answer.

The end of a story can also be a new beginning.

[Author's Note] After completing the second playthrough, here's a message.

Apologies for the out-of-character (OOC) content, the imperfect romance plot, the unfair screen time for the characters, some of the sensitive points, the complex personal character settings, and the long final chapter that readers didn't particularly enjoy!

Thank you to all the readers for your unwavering support, thank you for your generous donations, thank you for every book review, comment, paragraph review, and like, thank you for recommending the book, and thank you for everyone's support and understanding!

III. Closing Remarks

The data from the backend shows that the final chapter of the second cycle was not what everyone liked, but for the author, he has done his best to live up to the book's expectations, but he feels guilty about the readers' expectations.

The original characters are the author's hobby, and their inclusion in the plot was initially intended to be novel, but it seems the effect wasn't very good.

There are also two side stories with different endings: Tanuki and the Akatsuki organization, and Nagi and Madara.

Receiving urgings for updates from familiar readers every day gives the author a lot of motivation to write. Initially it was a hobby, but now it's for like-minded book lovers who appreciate the work.

In short, I apologize and thank you all for your companionship, whether it's long-term, short-term, or just occasional. I hope everyone is happy. With the start of the new school year approaching, I also hope that students will have smooth studies and get into their dream universities, and that working students will have smooth sailing and great wealth!

I also wish that everyone, regardless of their experiences, will have their own bonds and the most beautiful love that belongs to them.

I hope that readers can appreciate the beauty in life during low points, and that loving themselves is the most important thing. According to Feng Shui and metaphysics, no one will be sad and unlucky forever. The pain and suffering we face now are for the sake of good fortune in the future.

The author has decided to start a new chapter on September 1st, and this third playthrough will not have any previews.

There are a few things I need to inform you about after three weeks of reading:

1. The female protagonist is Nagi in the first playthrough, and Tanuki does not reappear in the second playthrough.

2. The protagonist in the third playthrough follows a phased progression: the Konoha Twelve in the early stages, the Akatsuki in the middle stages, and Sengoku and other original characters in the later stages. Don't ask when Madara appears; the answer is in the later stages of the Edo Tensei arc.

3. The female protagonist suffers from amnesia in the early to mid-stages and is mostly dependent on Sakura Haruno. In essence, she is still a charmer. Compared to her succubus nature in the second playthrough, her charm in the third playthrough is more unique.

4. To ensure the third playthrough is highly authoritative, the author will make many changes to the plot, so remember to save your brain!

5. The main plot atmosphere of the third playthrough is similar to that of the first playthrough, but with innovations. The overall style is melancholic, and the plot foreshadowing is actually very satisfying. The female lead will be a true master.

6. As I said before, in order to lay the groundwork for future plot points, some parts of the story are often confusing, so this book is a slow burner, and it gets much better as you read on.

7. The emotions in the third playthrough will be more detailed, giving everyone a better experience. It's really good at dealing with ghosts.

8. Because some readers skip chapters, the reading experience will be greatly reduced. It is best to read the plot and extras of the first cycle and the plot of the second cycle, otherwise you will miss some foreshadowing and details in the third cycle.

(This is aimed at most readers who don't like the ending of the second playthrough. It will be funny when the third playthrough comes out and they find that they can't understand it at all.)

9. Regarding the third week of updates, due to the start of the school year, most readers will be lost, and the author also needs to work a regular job. In accordance with the platform's update requirements, the author will switch to updating two chapters per day, and four chapters on holidays. When work is not busy, the author will update more, so it is relatively free.

5. Second episode of Zhoumu

During the week between the 25th and the 31st, the author will release all the second-run side stories, each with a note to make it easy for everyone to find the ones they want to read.

Extra update content——

February 8:

[Must-Read Side Stories from the Main Story] Narratives by Uchiha Nagi, Uchiha Showa, and Uchiha Chiri.

【Uchiha Showa? Uchiha Chisato】Both HE and BE endings.

February 8:

[Follow-up Episodes to the Main Story] Tanuki? Akatsuki Organization, Nagi? Madara.

[Readers want to see a side story] Nagi's gender swap? Mei Terumi

[Foreshadowing and subsequent plot developments - Side story] Indra

February 8:

[Redemption in Tsukuyomi - Extended Side Story] Rin Nohara, Tsunade, Kakashi Hatake, Mei Terumi, Naruto Uzumaki, Jiraiya, Gaara

February 8:

[Reader-Selected Special 1V1 Side Story] Tanuki? Yahiko, Tanuki? Deidara, Tanuki? Hidan, Tanuki? Itachi, Tanuki? Obito

February 8:

[Special Bonus Chapter for Readers] Back to Nagi & Madara's Imprisoned Love Arc

February 8:

[Super Mini-Story] Tanuki? The Ambiguous and Hilarious Daily Life of the Akatsuki Organization

February 8:

[Apology for an Imperfect Love Affair - Werewolf] Tanuki? Akatsuki Organization

VI. Author's Note

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【Uchiha Nagi】—The Truth

The pattering rain continued, striking the pebbles of the Nanga River and also disturbing my sleepless nerves.

On the night Ban died of the plague, the air was filled with an ominous dampness and a... rusty, sweet, fishy smell.

I knew it wasn't a smell, but my kaleidoscope was giving me a warning. It was burning in my eyes, so hot it was terrifying, as if it was going to melt my optic nerve, cramming fragmented, bloody images into my mind in advance.

I really don't dare.

She could only curl up on the cold tatami mat, cover her head tightly with the blanket, and dig her nails into her palms, trying to use this insignificant physical pain to cover up the fear surging up from the depths of her soul.

Who could it be? Madara? Izuna? Or...?

No, you can't think about it. Foresight is a curse. When you witness a tragedy but find yourself powerless to change it in the slightest, the despair is enough to drive a person insane.

I'd rather be an ostrich, burying my head in the sand, so that at least in the moments before disaster strikes, I can have a moment of false peace.

This self-deceptive calm lasted until I opened the notebook left by Uchiha Showa, filled with mad and paranoid handwriting.

When my fingertips touched those words that seemed to be written in blood, a cold and violent power suddenly awakened.

The excruciating headache almost made me collapse to the ground!

The room was no longer dimly lit, but a jumble of chaotic, shattered illusions! The roars of war, the cries of despair, the Uchiha clan crest burning in flames, and... the maniacal laughter of a white-haired woman echoed repeatedly!

"Dual-Headed Prajna..."

An unfamiliar term, accompanied by a massive torrent of knowledge, forcefully flooded into my consciousness.

Half compassion, half ferocity, half creation, half destruction—two extreme forces collide wildly within me, tearing at my meridians and reshaping my soul.

I saw more...more clearly...everything about that woman named Uchiha Showa.

Our meeting was never fate, but a complete curse.

Memories, like a floodgate opened, suddenly swept me back to that bloody dusk when I was seven years old.

I held my younger brother Su in my arms. Outside, there was the ear-piercing sound of clashing weapons, my parents' shrill screams, and the cold shouts of the Senju clan ninjas.

The overwhelming smell of blood almost suffocated me. Su seemed to feel extreme fear. She opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound. She just silently shed tears, her little face turning blue and purple.

Through the crack, I saw... my mother's fallen figure, my father's chest pierced by a kunai... their last gazes at me were filled with endless worry and...pleading.

Tears mingled with fear and anger, but the hatred that burned to its extreme was not a flame of revenge, but a despair that pierced through everything.

The Sharingan activated in that instant, and the single tomoe slowly rotated.

But through those newly formed bloodshot eyes, I didn't see the face of a specific enemy, but rather a disgusting truth.

Those high-ranking daimyo and nobles sat in the magnificent courtyard, smiling as they pushed and shoved the chess pieces representing the Uchiha and Senju clans, as if watching a gladiatorial contest.

Our blood feud, our heart-wrenching pain, are nothing more than a game of amusement in their eyes, a bargaining chip to maintain their balance of power.

The war we fought with our lives turned out to be just a game of chess on someone else's table.

This realization was more suffocating than mere hatred. I utterly loathed this world, feeling a chill and disgust to my very core.

After opening my eyes, I became a suicide squad member.

A perfect tool that has little personal emotion and only executes commands.

Perhaps only in this way can we numb the immense sense of emptiness brought about by prematurely realizing the ugliness of the world.

But my nightmare began.

That white-haired madwoman, Uchiha Showa, began to frequently invade my dreams. Her whispers were like the coldest venomous snake, coiling around my consciousness.

"Hate it...hate this damned world..."

"What's the point of understanding the rules? The deepest despair is being powerless to change them..."

"Eternal sixteen years old... the curse of the Sharingan... neither of us can escape it..."