Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

"Is this considered a relative?" You think Sasuke's logic is simply incomprehensible.

"Why doesn't it count?" Sasuke, as if his tail had been stepped on, immediately protested excitedly, trying to emphasize the seriousness of the matter, "This is the first time I've been touched like this by a member of the opposite sex!"

Looking at his stubborn and embarrassed expression, you suddenly found it somewhat ridiculous. After a moment of silence, you asked a question that stunned Sasuke instantly.

Do you know what a kiss is?

Sasuke was stumped by your question and subconsciously shook his head. His knowledge of kissing was limited to picture books and vague rumors; he had never experienced it firsthand.

Seeing him shake his head, you raised your index finger and placed it on Sasuke's slightly parted lips, forming an indirect contact through the thin layer of skin and your fingertip.

“This,” your dark eyes stared directly into Sasuke’s suddenly contracting pupils, “is a kiss, understand?”

You are telling him the essential difference between a 'kiss' and an 'accidental touch' in the most straightforward way.

This demonstration, performed through your fingertips, allows Sasuke to clearly feel the cool touch of your fingertips, as well as your presence and aura.

My heart went completely out of control in that instant, pounding wildly in my chest, and blood rushed to my head, bringing a strong sense of dizziness.

Sasuke never expected... never expected you to teach him this way.

Just when you thought he had understood the difference and were about to withdraw your hand and continue to lie down and rest, Sasuke grabbed your wrist before you could fully retract it!

Before you could even react, Sasuke, fueled by an inexplicable surge of courage and impulse, leaned forward and gave you a fleeting, light kiss.

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

Sasuke quickly retreated, his cheeks as red as a boiled shrimp, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat. But he forced himself to remain calm, even his tone carrying a hint of undisguised smugness as he looked at you, who were clearly stunned.

"I understand, thank you for the demonstration."

You were indeed stunned, not because of Sasuke's kiss itself, but more because of the unexpected contact.

What truly froze you instantly was the subtle touch on the hidden curse mark on your collarbone when Sasuke's lips pressed against yours, creating a kind of resonance.

This feeling is fleeting, yet it sets off alarm bells in your head!

What exactly is this cursed seal?

Why would a reaction occur at this time?

Is this merely a coincidence, or... an inevitable outcome orchestrated by some deliberate arrangement?

Chapter 300 Youth

Countless questions flood your mind, making you more doubtful and curious about your own existence and the meaning of this curse mark.

The turmoil in your heart was quickly suppressed, and your face returned to its usual calm, only your eyes were deeper and colder than usual.

Seeing Sasuke still secretly gloating over his successful kiss, she reached out without a word and ruthlessly pushed him off the bed, causing him to fall heavily onto the makeshift bed she had prepared earlier.

"Take a break." Your voice carried an unquestionable command, even tinged with a hint of barely perceptible annoyance. "Don't bother me again!"

Without waiting for Sasuke's response, she turned to the side, facing away from him, and pulled the blanket over herself, as if everything behind her had nothing to do with him.

Sasuke's sprain healed quickly, and he regained his aloof and cold demeanor.

Even though he didn't win first place in the sparring match, with his status as an Uchiha orphan, his handsome appearance, and his undeniable strength, he was still the undisputed male god in the hearts of the girls in his class and even the entire lower grades. Wherever he went, he would always attract a wave of suppressed exclamations and admiring glances.

However, this sparring session led to another name quietly spreading among the lower grades of the ninja academy.

During recess that day, you were leaning against the classroom window, gazing at the drifting clouds outside, lost in thought and pondering the mystery of the resonance of the curse seal, when a classmate ran over to tell you that someone was looking for you outside.

Somewhat puzzled, I walked out of the classroom and saw three people standing in the corridor.

One of them is the familiar Hyuga Neji.

He was dressed in the standard white casual clothes of the Hyuga clan, and the Caged Bird mark on his forehead was clearly visible. When he saw you come out, he nodded slightly.

The other two, however, made your gaze linger for a moment.

A person dressed in an extremely eye-catching green tight-fitting sportswear from head to toe, with a hairstyle that looked like a watermelon rind, and incredibly thick eyebrows, exuded an overly vigorous energy.

When he sees you, his eyes light up immediately. He rushes forward, gives you a thumbs up, reveals two rows of gleaming teeth, and shouts in a loud voice.

Wow! You must be the strongest girl in this year's freshmen! Youth! It's truly amazing!

Her overly enthusiastic and outgoing attitude, along with her outfit that pushed the boundaries of aesthetics, left even the usually composed you momentarily stunned and unable to react in time.

Standing next to him was a girl wearing a red Chinese-style cheongsam and with two cute buns in her hair.

Seeing her companion's recklessness, she immediately blushed with embarrassment and punched the green figure on the back of the head without hesitation, making a dull thud.

"You idiot Li! You scared the freshmen again!" Tiantian scolded, hands on her hips, then turned to you with an apologetic smile and a much gentler voice.

"I'm sorry, this is Rock Lee. That's just his personality. He doesn't mean any harm. Please don't mind him."

Neji seemed to be used to this scene. He stepped forward and handed you a notebook that looked quite old.

"Congratulations on your excellent performance in the sparring session. I knew you would shine at the Ninja Academy."

He paused for a moment and explained, "This is a collection of training insights and experience summaries from renowned masters of various taijutsu schools in Konoha that I had someone collect and organize. Although it's not very profound, it might be useful for building a foundation."

Your gaze fell on the notebook, then you glanced up at Neji's calm, white eyes. You could sense the thoughtfulness behind the gift. You reached out and took the notebook. "Thank you."

"You're welcome!" Lee Rock, who had been punched by Tian Tian, ​​immediately recovered and rubbed the back of his head. He stepped forward again with a bright and dazzling smile on his face.

"You're Neji's friend, so you're also my friend, Rock Lee! May I ask your name? I hope to spar with a strong girl like you!"

His bluntness and enthusiasm made Tenten facepalm again, and Neji's lips twitched slightly.

You look at the eccentric young man in front of you, and are about to answer.

"Uchiha Nagi." A lazy, somewhat impatient voice suddenly rang out from the other side of the corridor.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Nara Shikamaru was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, still looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

He glanced indifferently at Neji and his two companions, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he said, "Let's go, Iruka-sensei wants us to go to his office."

His appearance and words interrupted Rock Lee's question at just the right moment.

Although he was puzzled as to why Iruka-sensei would call both him and Shikamaru to his office at the same time, he still said goodbye to Neji and the others, "Excuse me."

You turned and walked towards Shikamaru's direction.

Neji watched your departing figure, a thoughtful look in his pure white eyes. Rock Lee, on the other hand, slumped his shoulders in disappointment, but quickly clenched his fists, his gaze hardening again. "Uchiha Nagi... I'll remember that name! I must spar with her next time!"

Tenten sighed helplessly, grabbed Rock Lee, who was still burning with youthful energy, and left with Neji.

In the corridor, you walked up to Shikamaru and walked side by side toward the teachers' office.

"Do you know what it is?" you asked, turning your head calmly.

Shikamaru yawned, rubbed his eyes, and said with his usual troubled tone, "Who knows...maybe they think that if two 'problem students' like us get together, two negatives can make a positive?" His words carried a hint of self-deprecation and teasing.

The air in the teachers' office was thick with the smell of chalk dust and old books. You and Nara Shikamaru walked in one after the other and stood in front of Iruka-sensei's desk.

Looking at the two students in front of him, who had very different temperaments but were equally troublesome, Iruka took a deep breath, pushed an open workbook in front of Shikamaru, pointed to the large blank pages, and spoke with a tone of helplessness and a hint of severity.

"Nara Shikamaru, please tell me, what's going on with your homework?"

You stood to the side, and upon hearing this, glanced at it curiously.

It was Shikamaru's "Basic Ninja Theory (Part 1)" workbook. The multiple-choice section was filled with answers, but the short answer and essay questions were neatly written in his slightly messy but still legible handwriting with a large character: "Omitted".

You take a fresh look at Nara Shikamaru beside you, who is always sleepy and whose favorite thing to do is complain about trouble.

I never expected that this guy would actually write the word "omitted" so carefully when it came to his homework. You would have thought he would just hand in a blank paper.

Faced with Iruka's questioning, Shikamaru showed no sign of panic. Instead, he yawned and explained in his distinctive tone.

“Teacher Iruka, I think there are many unreasonable points in the questions in this workbook.” He pointed to the questions that had been omitted.

"Many answers are obvious, or only require understanding the core concepts. Repeatedly writing out detailed solutions is just a meaningless waste of time and energy." His logic was clear, as if he were stating an objective fact.

Iruka-sensei was so angry at his grandiose argument that he almost laughed out loud. He banged on the table, "What's unreasonable about the homework? Nara Shikamaru, please stop making excuses for your laziness!"

To set a positive example, Iruka picked up another workbook and handed it to Shikamaru. "Here! Look at Nagi's homework! It's the same theory class, but look at her attitude!"

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, and took the workbook that belonged to you, casually flipping through it.

The handwriting on the page was neat and clear. Although it wasn't particularly delicate, each stroke conveyed a sense of cold, rigid order.

More importantly, all the questions, whether multiple choice, fill-in-the-blank, or short answer, were filled out completely, with accurate and well-organized answers, making it look like a model of exemplary homework.

Shikamaru's gaze lingered on the neat handwriting for a moment, then he raised his eyelids and looked at you, who was calm beside him, his eyes filled with undisguised suspicion.

"Are you sure..." Shikamaru drawled, his voice tinged with obvious inquiry, "that you 'personally' completed this assignment yourself?"

Based on his brief observation and intuitive judgment of you, this girl with a gloomy temperament, empty eyes, and who is even too lazy to take practice seriously, doesn't seem like a good student who would sit obediently at her desk and carefully fill out such basic theoretical assignments.

Your detachment and disregard for worldly rules surpass even his.

Faced with Shikamaru's blunt questioning, you didn't even flinch. Meeting Shikamaru's suspicious gaze, you calmly and confidently uttered two words, "Of course."

You unhesitatingly appropriated the fruits of Kakashi Hatake's hard work.

This overly straightforward affirmation not only failed to dispel Shikamaru's doubts, but instead made him even more convinced that there was definitely something fishy about this assignment.

You definitely didn't write it either! I just don't know what method you used to get such a perfect reference answer.

However, Shikamaru did not intend to expose you.

He himself was too lazy to do his homework, so he naturally had no interest in what methods others used to deal with the teacher. He turned his head and looked at Iruka again, bringing the topic back on track.

"So... Iruka-sensei, you didn't call us over just to compare our homework, did you?" His annoyance was almost palpable.

Looking at Shikamaru's unyielding attitude, and then at you beside him who, although you had completed your homework, still seemed unpredictable, Iruka made a decision.

He cleared his throat, trying to put on a serious expression. "The main reason I called you here is that I hope you, Nara Shikamaru, can learn from Uchiha Nagi!" He pointed to your perfect workbook.

“As classmates, you should help each other and make progress together, so I’ve made a decision,” Iruka paused, as if announcing an important decision.

"From today onwards, Uchiha Nagi will personally supervise your homework completion! Only then can I feel at ease!"

This brilliant idea stunned both Shikamaru and you.

“This is so troublesome…” Shikamaru blurted out almost immediately, his face scrunched up as if he had heard the worst news in the world.

To have him supervise his homework while you, who seem even more abnormal than him, is more torturous than making him use Shadow Clone Technique a hundred times in a row!

After a brief moment of surprise, you looked at Iruka-sensei's smug expression, as if he had found a solution, and honestly expressed your opinion.

"Actually, I think the answer 'omitted' is pretty good too." At least, it's much more efficient than making Kakashi waste time writing those lengthy answers.

Iruka, immersed in his role as a good teacher and believing he has found a way to discipline problem students, simply cannot listen to any of your reluctance or fallacies.

He waved his hand dismissively and said, "That's settled then! Go back to class!"

You and Shikamaru exchanged a glance.

Shikamaru shrugged, his face filled with a sense of resignation, as if to say, "I knew this would happen."

He turned and walked out of the office. As he passed you, he whispered in a voice only the two of you could hear, with a clear hint of sarcasm, "Let's go, good student."

He pronounced the words "good student" with exceptional clarity, the irony of which was self-evident.

As the school bell began to ring, you quietly returned to your seat in the corner of the classroom. You had barely sat down, and hadn't even had time to...

Completely pulling his thoughts away from Iruka's arrangements, he noticed a gaze with a distinctly probing intent falling upon him.

He raised his eyes and his gaze met precisely as Kiba Inuzuka turned around in the front row.

He was holding the white puppy Akamaru in his arms, and at that moment he was staring at you with a look that was a mixture of suspicion, vigilance, and even a hint of resentment.

Akamaru seemed to sense his master's emotions, peeking his little head out from the crook of Kiba's arms, his wet nose twitching slightly, but the moment he met your gaze, he immediately shrank back and buried his head even deeper.

You don't remember when you offended this overly energetic classmate.

Was it because of Akamaru's unusually fearful reaction? A sense of understanding flashed through your mind, but more than that, you felt annoyance at not wanting to cause trouble.

The history teacher walked in carrying her lesson plan, a gentle smile on her face.

Just as she was about to speak, her gaze unexpectedly fell on the back of the classroom, where she saw you standing up, holding a history textbook, quietly leaning against the back wall.

"What's wrong, student? Are you feeling unwell?" the female teacher asked with concern.

Your tone was completely calm, as if you were stating a given fact: "Teacher, I didn't take a nap. Standing will help me stay awake during the lesson."

"Oh, I see. You're so eager to learn." The female teacher nodded with satisfaction.

Just as you finished speaking, Naruto Uzumaki, though completely confused about the situation, based on his simple belief that whatever Nagi-chan did was right and that following her was the safest bet, immediately grabbed his textbook and stood up abruptly.

"Teacher! Me too! Standing makes me more alert during class!" he said, while giving you a silly grin.

The female teacher looked at the students who stood up one after another. Although she found it a little strange, she figured that being eager to learn was never a bad thing, so she acquiesced.