Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Sunlight streamed through the window, outlining a faint halo, but it couldn't penetrate the depths of your dark eyes.

You stare blankly ahead, your gaze seemingly unfocused, as if you're daydreaming, or as if you've already transcended this space.

After a few seconds of silence, you finally spoke, "Uchiha Nagi, my dream is about to come true. I like quiet and I hate... politics."

Your introduction was extremely brief, without any embellishment or emotion, just like your inherent temperament.

The students in the audience did not think you were aloof or unapproachable because of this; on the contrary, they were attracted by your mysterious style.

"He's practically a master!" Yamanaka Ino exclaimed softly, her hands cupping her face, her eyes gleaming with undisguised adoration.

In her opinion, your aloof yet powerful demeanor is far more attractive than those who deliberately try to appear approachable.

In the back row, Shino Aburame pushed up her sunglasses and murmured, "...Uchiha Nagi? She's definitely special."

His parasites were unusually quiet inside his body, confirming his judgment.

Akamaru, nestled in Kiba's arms, had seemed somewhat restless since you came on stage, and now he buried his head in Kiba's arms, his small body trembling slightly.

He stroked Akamaru with a puzzled expression, muttering, "What's going on? Why is Akamaru afraid?"

Animals often have more acute instincts than humans.

Hinata Hyuga sat in the back row, her pure white eyes fixed on the radiant figure on the podium, her heart pounding with devout admiration.

Choji Akimichi leaned closer to Shikamaru, who had fallen down again, and whispered, "Hey, Shikamaru, are all Uchiha people... like this?"

Shikamaru didn't even bother to lift his head, his muffled voice coming from the crook of his arm, "Maybe... troublesome clan."

He had already foreseen that the class would be plagued by unrest because of these two Uchiha.

Sakura Haruno stared at you intently, her eyes filled with pride and infatuation. As expected of you, you are always so amazing and unique, no matter where you are.

Sasuke Uchiha in the first row couldn't help but let out a mocking sneer when he heard you say you liked quiet. "Likes quiet? Oh, that's true."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet classroom.

He was clearly still holding a grudge against you for sending him away on that bloody night six months ago; his tone was full of awkward sarcasm.

You, standing on the podium, finally turned your attention away from the spotlight, glanced at Sasuke indifferently, without any annoyance, and said, "If someone paid less attention to me, I might feel more at ease."

These words instantly struck Sasuke's weak spot. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he stiffened up abruptly, and his ears turned bright red at a visible speed.

Who, who's paying attention to you?!

He was internally ranting and raving, his cheeks burning, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

If he denies it now, wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting that he was indeed paying attention to you?

He had practically walked into a trap! He could only purse his lips tightly, force himself to remain calm, and turn his head away, revealing an even colder profile, but his bright red ear tips betrayed his inner embarrassment and panic.

You ignored him, looked away, nodded slightly to Teacher Iruka, and walked back to your seat amidst a variety of complex and varied gazes.

Back in your corner seat, you immediately anticipate Naruto's reaction next to you.

His mouth dropped open, his face a mixture of excitement, admiration, and a hint of silliness, ready to unleash a new barrage of noise about "Nagi-chan is so cool!" and "I love Nagi-chan the most!"

A moment before he uttered a sound, you covered his mouth with a blank expression.

"Ugh...!" Naruto was caught off guard, and all his words were stuck in his throat.

He stared wide-eyed at the cool hand covering his lips, a strange sensation coursing through his body like an electric current.

My cheeks, ears, and even neck started to burn uncontrollably, and my heart was pounding wildly in my chest.

It was such a strange feeling. He froze on the spot, not daring to move, and even subconsciously softened his breathing.

You showed no interest in his reaction, and when he quieted down, you indifferently withdrew your hand, as if you had just pinned down a noisy cicada.

My gaze drifts out the window, my thoughts already wandering far away.

Although it's the first day of the Ninja Academy, it seems the teachers aren't planning to make things easy for you.

Theoretical lessons, basic taijutsu explanations, introductory chakra sensing... each course assigned some homework, either written or practiced.

Before school ended, when a small stack of workbooks was handed to you, you looked at the words "Basic Ninja Theory (Part 1)" on the cover and fell into a long silence.

You twirl the brand-new pen in your hand, your fingertips icy cold.

What flashed through my mind were the intelligence scrolls from the Anbu that needed analysis, the obscure and incomprehensible flow of power within my body, the secrets hidden beneath Obito Uchiha's mask, and Itachi's unknown situation far away in the Akatsuki...

Anything else is far more important and interesting than this dozing-inducing book, "Basic Ninja Theory (Part 1)".

The idea was clear and firm.

The school bell finally rang in the evening, and like a pardon, everyone happily packed their schoolbags.

Sakura Haruno knows that you have to go to the ANBU base after school to handle some matters or receive orders, so although she is a little reluctant, she sensibly does not ask to go with you, but repeatedly reminds you to remember to eat dinner.

You casually stacked those brand-new workbooks together, too lazy to even open your schoolbag, just tucked them carelessly into your elbow.

The edge of the paper was digging into her arm, creating an unpleasant sensation.

You even maliciously think that it might be a good thing if these assignments were accidentally lost on the way.

The classroom was soon nearly empty, and the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the empty classroom in a warm orange hue, yet it couldn't dispel the inherent chill emanating from you.

Clutching the unsightly stack of exercise books, I slowly walked out of the classroom and down the quiet corridor.

At the corner of the stairs, the light was dim. As you stepped down the last few steps, you caught a glimpse of a figure standing quietly in the shadows.

Sasuke leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets, his head slightly lowered, his fine black hair obscuring part of his expression, but the aura of "keep away" that he deliberately created was obvious.

You didn't even bother to lift your eyelids, intending to walk right past him as if he were invisible.

This deliberate act of blocking seems meaningless to you.

Just as you were about to brush past him, Sasuke's slightly hoarse voice rang out, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Your steps did not stop.

"...I haven't been paying attention to you!" Sasuke seemed to finally lose his temper, raising his voice with a hint of annoyance that was only making matters worse.

The moment those words slipped out, even he himself felt they were somewhat foolish.

Now, you finally stopped and turned your head slightly to look at the boy leaning against the wall.

Itachi Uchiha and Sasuke Uchiha, despite being blood brothers, have completely different thoughts and ways of expressing themselves.

One hides deep love and despair beneath a cold mask and bloody actions, while the other is like a small, ferocious beast with many flaws, wearing all his emotions on his sleeve.

You took two steps back and stood still in front of Sasuke. Before Sasuke could react, you suddenly stretched out an arm and neatly braced it against the wall next to his ear.

Suddenly enveloped by your figure, Sasuke froze instantly, his mind went blank, and all the provocations and questions he had prepared vanished into thin air, leaving only his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

"What...what are you doing?!" He tried to remain calm, but his voice trembled slightly, and his eyes darted away, unable to meet the gaze of the dark eyes so close to his.

He felt that his performance at that moment was absolutely terrible, utterly pathetic!

You leaned slightly closer, closing the distance between you, and asked slowly and deliberately.

"Ah...are you admitting it without being asked?" You tilted your head, a hint of amusement in your eyes. "I didn't say who was watching me."

Sasuke's cheeks flushed bright red, and even his neck turned crimson.

He was overwhelmed by shame, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into or use a teleportation technique to escape this suffocating corner.

He kept his head down so low that he almost buried his chin in his chest.

Seeing his expression, as if he wanted to disappear on the spot, you felt that was enough, and slowly withdrew your arm from the wall, and the invisible sense of oppression dissipated.

"Instead of wasting your energy secretly competing with someone like me who has nothing to do with you," you said, adjusting the exercise book that was almost slipping from your elbow, your tone returning to its previous indifference.

"You'd be better off thinking about how to get stronger faster, after all... Itachi Uchiha is still waiting for you."

Chapter 295 Tutoring

All of Sasuke's embarrassment and panic were instantly replaced by icy rage.

"I don't need your reminder!" He suddenly raised his head and growled at you.

He forcefully pushed you away from where you were blocking his way, but he didn't use chakra in his arm; the force was more like an emotional outburst. Then he left without looking back, his footsteps sounding particularly hurried and chaotic in the empty corridor.

Watching his figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, you shook your head helplessly and sighed again, "Always... a strange guy."

I looked down at the exercise books tucked under my arm. Despite all the commotion, they were still stubbornly there, not even a wrinkle on one corner.

It seems that the possibility of losing it 'accidentally' has been greatly reduced, a realization that makes you feel a little regretful.

Just then, a thought suddenly illuminated your mind.

Going to the Dark Division. This time, besides the routine tasks, it seems... there's another clear objective to achieve.

The problem with the homework will soon have a solution that will last a lifetime.

Kakashi, an elite Jonin known for being late and leaving early, was calculating the time, preparing to use his "Return Home" technique at the exact moment he left work.

His fingers were already on the doorknob, and he had even taken half a step out with one foot.

"Looks like I just caught Kakashi-senpai leaving get off work." A cool, calm voice sounded behind him without warning.

Kakashi's outstretched foot froze in mid-air, as if he had been frozen in place.

He turned around stiffly, only to find you had silently leaned against the doorframe of his office.

Her long hair swayed gently in the evening breeze, and she casually tucked a few brand-new...workbooks into her arms. Her dark eyes watched his slightly disheveled escape.

"Ahem..." Kakashi coughed awkwardly, quickly adjusting his expression and retracting his foot, trying to conceal his intentions.

"I didn't expect... you would come all the way to the Anbu after school." His gaze fell on the exercise book in your arms, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

You ignored his little scheme, maintaining your lazy posture leaning against the door frame, your gaze fixed on Kakashi's slightly helpless face, and calmly stated your purpose.

"I heard that you had excellent grades at the Ninja Academy. Do you have time and would be willing to tutor me?"

Kakashi paused for a moment, then his gaze fell back on the workbooks.

It seems the Ninja Academy really did assign homework to these newly enrolled students. Looking at you, who always seemed shrouded in mystery, now actually coming to him specifically for homework, Kakashi's annoyance at being disturbed from his workday instantly vanished.

Instead, there is a sense of responsibility, and even a sense of honor.

After all, it's not easy to get someone like you, who is indifferent to most things, to ask for help.

“Of course.” Kakashi replied almost without hesitation, his voice coming through his mask with a gentleness he himself was unaware of.

He stepped aside to make way for you. "Come in." He unusually chose to work overtime to tutor you.

You followed him into the office, sat down unceremoniously in the guest chair, and then spread out the workbook "Basic Ninja Theory (Part 1)" on the table.

Kakashi pulled up a chair and sat down next to you, his gaze sweeping over the questions on the pages of the book. Most of them were basic ninja history fill-in-the-blank questions, simple trap principle judgments, and diagrams depicting the basic flow path of chakra in the body.

These things shouldn't be difficult for someone like you who can enter the Dark Side and possesses the Sharingan.

"Are you sure you need me to tutor you on this?" Kakashi asked uncertainly, pointing to the questions that seemed like common sense to him.

You raised your eyes with utmost seriousness, even a hint of just the right amount of confusion, and nodded earnestly, "Yes, there are some things I don't quite understand."

Seeing your genuinely serious expression, Kakashi's doubts were dispelled.

Perhaps... he was overthinking it? Did you really lack theoretical knowledge? He chose to believe the 'studious' girl in front of him.

Kakashi began explaining each question in a low, patient voice.

He talked about the origin of chakra, the basic principles of the Five Elements Techniques, the history of Konoha's founding, and the essential points of basic teamwork... He explained things in a simple and easy-to-understand way, even incorporating his many years of mission experience. He believed that he had explained things thoroughly enough.

"...The key here lies in the basic understanding of chakra nature transformation. Do you understand now?" Kakashi finished explaining a question about chakra nature and turned to look at you.

Your gaze fell on the still blank workbook, your brows furrowed slightly as if you were trying to process it. After a few seconds, you slowly shook your head. "It seems... I'm still a little short."

"???" Several invisible question marks seemed to appear above Kakashi's head. Almost? He explained it in such detail, and it was still almost? A subtle sense of unease rose in his heart again.

But when he looked at you, you still had a calm expression with a hint of thirst for knowledge, and you weren't joking at all.

Kakashi wavered again. Was it really that his teaching method wasn't suitable for him? Or were these basics genuinely too difficult for beginners?

With a responsible attitude, Kakashi took a deep breath and explained it again in a more detailed way.

Time slipped away quietly amidst Kakashi's patient explanations, your well-timed moments of distraction, occasional head shakes, and sighs.

Looking at the large blank spaces in the workbook and your seemingly perpetually slow comprehension speed, even the usually calm Kakashi felt frustrated.

Ultimately, he gave up on simply explaining the principles.

He picked up his pen, sighed somewhat helplessly, and said, "How about this, I'll write down the answer for you first, and then you can use the answer to understand the underlying principles. That might be more intuitive."

This is undoubtedly a cheating tutoring method, but Kakashi can't care less about that in order to help you understand.