Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

The sight made my frenzied soul tremble!

It's the Naka River! The river that has carried countless loves and hates of the Uchiha clan is now flowing backwards!

The river roared, churning up enormous, illogical whirlpools! Within these whirlpools, countless souls trapped at the bottom of the river screamed in terror and anguish, as if some horrific being was being born, disrupting the balance of life and death!

The energy between heaven and earth became violent and chaotic, yet it subtly converged towards a certain central point!

Yes! Yes!!

This power... this sign of stirring up life and death, defying the rules!!

It's the Left Prime Minister Prajna! She has been born!

Hahahahaha!!!!!

I couldn't help but burst into a blood-curdling laugh, the sound echoing through hell, more terrifying than the howls of demons!

A hundred years! A full hundred years! I've finally... I've finally waited for this!!

Hope, like the wildest thorns, pierced through all my weariness and despair in an instant, dragging me back from the brink of death!

An immense ecstasy, and the even more intense obsession that followed, surged within me like magma!

Chiri! Chiri! Can you see that? We have hope! We really have hope!

I can't die! I absolutely can't die here!

I need to get out! I absolutely have to get out!

Stay by her side! Wait for the day her power awakens!

For this goal, I am willing to pay any price! Even if I am never reincarnated! Even if the whole world despises me!

The rules of hell began to suppress me, this wandering soul who tried to cross the line. Invisible shackles wrapped around me again, trying to drag me back into the abyss.

But this time, it's different!

I have a reason to go out!

"Get out of my way!!" I roared, and the power of the Right Chancellor of Prajna, representing destruction and madness, erupted from within me with unprecedented intensity! The dark red energy, like an exploding star, frantically crashed against the walls of hell!

Pain? Shackles? Rejection? What do they matter!

Compared to the despair of a century-long wait, compared to the light of hope that is about to be touched, this pain is like sweet rain!

With that mad, obsessive will and the extreme madness of finding my goal, I managed to tear a brief opening in the walls of hell!

Like the most wretched and monstrous ghost, I dragged my broken spirit and struggled to crawl out of that crack!

The moment I returned to the human world, the breath of the living scorched my soul, bringing intense pain, yet I greedily breathed in, feeling that freshness, that real sense of "hope".

Without pausing, I followed the most intense imprint of Prajna power remaining in the baby's cries and found the newborn girl—Uchiha Nagi.

I stayed by her side.

Hidden in the shadows, clinging to dreams.

Watching her grow up little by little, from an infant in swaddling clothes to a toddler taking her first steps, and then awakening her Sharingan and experiencing the pain of losing loved ones...

I waited patiently.

Waiting for the day her power awakens.

Occasionally, I would whisper in her dreams, using madness to erode her sanity, both as a test and... a twisted form of companionship.

Watching her suffer, watching her struggle, I feel a morbid pleasure. Look, this is the Left Prime Minister who carries hope, and she is suffering too.

But more than anything, it's an almost obsessive form of protection.

She is my only hope, my only bridge to Zhili.

No one can hurt her, no one can take her away; she must live until she fully awakens.

I am willing to forever be a hellish demon lurking in her shadow, devouring all dangers that might threaten her, enduring the constant burning of the dead in the mortal world, waiting... waiting for that final day to arrive.

So what if I'm lonely for a century?

As long as I can get Chiri back.

This world is my new hell.

And I, I gladly accept it.

【Uchiha Chisato】—From "With Stray Dogs"

Standing on a real battlefield for the first time, what filled my nostrils was not the fresh scent of soil, but the heavy, unyielding smell of rust and the burnt smell of flesh.

The water of the Naga River was no longer clear, but had turned a nauseating dark red, with broken ninja tools and...something whose original appearance was no longer discernible floating on the surface.

The faces of the tribespeople, which had been so vibrant just moments before, were now frozen in pain and shock. They lay in the mud, never to wake again.

My hands were trembling slightly, not from fear, but from a cold, heavy anger and sorrow pressing on my heart, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

Is this war? A meaningless waste of lives? Have those high-ranking officials who issue orders ever heard the river's mournful cry?

At that moment, a vow silently took root in my heart: I will change all of this.

No matter how difficult it is, I will find a way to prevent such a tragedy from happening again.

On the way to Hui territory, my heart remained heavy.

The setting sun cast long shadows across the Uchiha clan's territory, making it appear somewhat desolate.

I deliberately avoided the main road, wanting to be alone for a while, but unknowingly I walked to the edge of the forbidden area.

Then, I saw her.

A girl, like an abandoned stray dog, lay alone on the tall, cold wall of the forbidden area.

She was shockingly thin; the oversized old tribal clothes hung loosely on her body, as if a gust of wind could blow them away.

She didn't notice me, she was just staring blankly into the distance. It was an ordinary Uchiha family. The father was laughing and lifting his daughter over his head, while the mother watched tenderly beside him. Smoke was rising from their roof, filling the air with a simple and warm atmosphere.

The girl on the wall was silently shedding tears.

Tears streamed down her dirty cheeks, leaving clear marks.

She didn't sob at all; her shoulders trembled slightly, a deep, restrained sorrow.

Who is she? I have never seen her in the tribe.

She seemed to be around my age, but her appearance... looked like she had never eaten enough and was bearing a burden that shouldn't be there for someone her age.

An inexplicable urge made me want to go over and ask her why she was crying and if she needed help.

Just then, a maid's anxious voice came, "Miss Chiri! So you're here! The elders are looking for you!"

When I turned back, the figure on the wall had disappeared, as if it had just been an illusion.

But I remember deeply that profile, stained with tears, filled with loneliness and longing.

The second time I met her was in a secluded corner of the training ground.

She was surrounded by several elders' children, who were pushing, shoving, and hurling insults at her.

She didn't cry or beg for mercy; she just stared stubbornly at the abusers with her bright black eyes, like a trapped little animal.

"The bell for class in the clan hall has already rung! What are you still doing here?!"

I don't know where I got the courage, but I hid around the corner, pinched my nose, and shouted in a different tone.

The children were clearly startled, looking at each other in bewilderment, seemingly afraid of being punished by the elders, muttering "What bad luck," "I'll deal with you next time," before scattering in all directions.

She shakily got up from the ground, dusted herself off, her mouth was bruised, and her forehead was scraped and bleeding.

But she simply wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and the light in them remained like tempered obsidian—firm, unyielding, and even carrying a hint of wild ferocity.

I hid in the shadows, and it felt like something had gently bumped into my heart.

What kind of resilience was that? Despite such malice and bullying, she still refused to extinguish the light in her eyes. Later, I learned of her identity through the whispers of the servants.

She was the "monster" living in the forbidden area. Her parents were executed for betraying the family, and she was regarded as an ominous symbol, suffering endless scorn and bullying.

They say she is a cursed child, and that getting close to her will bring misfortune.

I recalled the way she looked at that warm family and shed tears, I recalled her unwavering gaze even when she was being beaten... How could she be a monster?

This is clearly a person trapped in a thicket of thorns, covered in wounds, yet still trying to look up at the stars.

I couldn't help but pay more attention to her. I wanted to know what was supporting her so much that she didn't give up hope of living despite such pain. I wanted to understand the story behind those eyes.

Until that night.

Because I spent a little longer organizing my medical notes at home, by the time I rushed to the clan school to retrieve the scroll I had left behind, it was already completely dark.

The cool moonlight spilled onto the quiet corridor.

In the shadows of the corridor outside the school, I saw a dark figure curled up in a ball.

"Who is it?" I asked instinctively, gripping the kunai in my sleeve and approaching warily.

By the dim light of the lantern in my hand, I could see clearly that it was her again.

She crouched there, hugging her knees, like a young animal trying to gain a little bit of security in this way.

His face was still dirty, but it couldn't hide his overly pale complexion.

Upon hearing my voice, she abruptly raised her head, her eyes sharp as knives, filled with vigilance and a sense of territorial intrusion.

It made a low, threatening whimper in its throat, as if it might pounce on me and bite me at any moment.

If it were someone else, they would probably have been scared away by this display or shouted at them.

But looking at her bluffing, yet actually weak-willed appearance, and at her trembling body under her thin clothes, I suddenly felt an indescribable pang of tenderness.

Ignoring her menacing demeanor, I tilted my head slightly, holding the lantern, and offered a gentle, non-threatening smile, asking softly, "Are you cold?"

A very simple sentence.

There was no questioning, no pity, no curiosity, just a simple expression of concern.

She clearly hadn't expected me to react this way. Her hostile eyes widened suddenly, the ferocity and wariness within them dissipating like a punctured balloon, leaving only utter astonishment and... a trace of bewildered confusion.

She seemed completely stunned, staring blankly at me, as if she couldn't understand the meaning of those words.

The next second, as if she had been burned, she sprang up from the ground and turned to run!

The figure disappeared swiftly at the end of the dark corridor, moving as fast as a startled rabbit.

I stood there, holding the lantern, somewhat stunned.

A cool evening breeze blew by.

I looked down at my warm clothes, then at the direction she disappeared in.

I didn't expect...this kind of reaction.

Just asking "Are you cold?"...

Did they get scared and run away?

What a... strange yet heartbreaking guy.

Ever since I scared her away that night, I've been unable to let go of that inexplicable worry in my heart.

That figure, curled up in the darkness like a wounded little animal, always keeps appearing in my mind. Is she cold? Is she hungry? Is she still being bullied?

An idea quietly took root and quickly became firm.

I started preparing two bento boxes every day.

One portion was for herself, and the other was packed in the most ordinary wooden lunchbox and placed on the windowsill of the most remote part of the clan school, where she had once curled up.

On the first day, when I put down my lunchbox, my heart was beating a little fast, as if I was about to do something secret and important.

I deliberately left a little later and hid behind a tree in the distance. I saw that thin figure appear warily. She stared at the bento box as if it were a trap. She circled it twice, her nostrils twitching slightly, but in the end she didn't touch it and ran away quickly.

The second day, the third day... until the tenth day.

That bento box still lay untouched on the windowsill, replaced by a new one every day.

My initial anticipation slowly turned into disappointment and worry. Did she not need it, or did she distrust me? Or... had she already left?

On the eleventh day, I walked towards the windowsill as usual, having already given up much hope. When I was a few steps away from the windowsill, I stopped in my tracks.

The windowsill was empty.