Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

His overly excited appearance was too much for Tian Tian to bear.

She rushed forward, covering her face, grabbed Lee Locke's arm, and dragged him back forcefully, growling in shame and anger, "Lee! You idiot! Shut up! You really look like a perverted freak right now! It's so embarrassing!"

Chapter 308 Pursuit

Watching Rock Lee being dragged away by Tenten, you thought the storm was over. You walked to the sidelines, sat down next to Sakura, and quietly watched her and Ino play a simple game, intending to relax your body that had just warmed up.

You have clearly underestimated the passion and directness of youth.

Not long after, Rock Lee, who had just been suppressed by Tian Tian, ​​broke free of his restraints again and reappeared in front of you like a green whirlwind.

He knelt on one knee, raised his hands high, looked up at you sitting there, his face filled with utmost seriousness and sincerity, and shouted with all his might.

"Uchiha Nagi! Please go out with me! I, Rock Lee, will protect you until my dying breath!!"

As he spoke, he even blew you a kiss!

All the students who were playing and chatting stopped what they were doing and stared in disbelief at the sudden confession.

You silently gaze at the boy with thick eyebrows whose style is so different from your own. You know that you attract attention for various reasons, but this is the first time you've encountered such a direct, passionate, and unconventional way of confessing your feelings.

This guy... isn't he a bit too bold?

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Before you could react, Sakura Haruno, who was sitting next to you, jumped up, spread her arms wide, and stood firmly in front of you, her emerald green eyes glaring angrily at Rock Lee.

"How could you be so rude to Nagi! Besides, Nagi is so powerful, she doesn't need your protection!" Her voice was full of protectiveness, as if her territory had been invaded.

Rock Lee completely ignored Sakura's anger. His gaze remained fixed on you with intense intensity. He scratched his head and gave a bright, silly smile.

"I'm just expressing my feelings! Youth... should be this passionate and direct! Uchiha Nagi, what's your answer?" He waited expectantly.

“I’m sorry,” your words instantly extinguished some of the burning flame in Rock Lee’s eyes, “I’m not interested in things like romance.”

The rejection was swift and decisive, leaving no room for ambiguity.

The light in Rock Lee's eyes dimmed for a moment, but his tenacious vitality, like that of wild grass, immediately roused him.

He patted his chest forcefully. "No, it's okay! I understand! So we're still friends, right? I can wait for you anytime! Until the day you're interested!"

You ultimately just nodded slightly, maintaining a detached, bystander attitude towards these inexplicably arising emotions.

You don't mind their presence as long as they don't seriously affect your daily activities and plans.

Back in the classroom, news of Lee Rock's public confession had spread like wildfire, with whispers and curious glances constantly directed at you as you sat down.

"Nagi-chan! Nagi-chan!" Naruto Uzumaki immediately rushed over. "You absolutely mustn't accept that guy with the thick eyebrows' confession! He seems so unreliable! And that green bodysuit he's wearing, his taste is so weird!"

Uchiha Sasuke, who was in the front row, suddenly turned his head. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice the incident on the training field.

"What confession?" Sasuke's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible coldness as he looked sharply at Naruto before turning back to you.

You didn't answer his question, and then you remembered the letter of self-criticism, "You wrote it?"

Sasuke stiffened for a moment. Being asked so directly on the face made his cheeks burn, but his strong sense of pride prevented him from admitting to this ingratiating behavior.

He turned around abruptly, showing you the back of his head and slightly reddened ear tips, and answered with silence.

Sitting next to him, Nara Shikamaru took in the whole scene. He yawned lazily, half-covering his face with his book. His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for you to hear, carrying a kind of languidness that seemed to know everything and a hint of indescribable bitterness.

"It seems... someone has already proactively solved your big problem..."

You glanced at Shikamaru with a puzzled look, not understanding what his seemingly random words meant.

Unbeknownst to them, beneath Shikamaru's open textbook lay a pre-written letter of self-criticism.

You stand once again in front of Kakashi Hatake's unassuming house, looking up at the familiar window on the second floor, wondering whether to politely knock or follow tradition and climb in through the window.

With a creak, the door opened from the inside.

Kakashi Hatake leaned against the door frame, still dressed in his ANBU uniform, his mask covering most of his face, revealing only a listless, dead-fish eye.

He seemed to have anticipated your arrival, his voice coming through the mask with a hint of helpless familiarity, "Come in."

You weren't surprised and calmly followed him into the living room.

The living room was still simply furnished, even tidier than when I last visited, as if the owner had specially tidied it up.

Kakashi took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and handed it to you, saying, "Here you go."

You take the milk, feeling its coolness through the glass bottle, but instead of drinking it immediately, you hold it in your hand.

Kakashi sat down in the chair opposite you, crossed his arms on the table, and looked at you intently with his one exposed eye. "Why did you go and graffiti the Hokage Rock?"

He simply couldn't understand how you, who are usually indifferent to most things, would suddenly participate in such a childish and outrageous prank.

You raised your eyes, your dark pupils appearing exceptionally deep under the light. You shook the milk bottle in your hand, your tone flat, yet carrying a bluntness that made people grit their teeth.

“It’s fun.” You paused, then added, as if making an analogy, “It’s as fun as having someone help you with your homework.”

"..." He was speechless for a moment, choked by the confident answer, and felt a tightness in his chest.

How come he never noticed that this girl harbored such a wicked sense of humor? She seemed to find pleasure in causing trouble for others?

An awkward silence filled the air.

Kakashi coughed lightly, trying to find a reasonable excuse for his previous escape, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of guilt.

"Um... last time, I really did receive a last-minute mission that required me to go out, it wasn't on purpose that I wanted to leave Konoha... to avoid you." He spoke the last three words very softly, almost as if he were holding them in his mouth.

Upon hearing this, you let out a very soft laugh, "Kakashi-senpai, I didn't ask."

Kakashi suddenly felt like a fool who had confessed without being asked, and his ears burned slightly.

Yes, you didn't even mention it, so why did he suddenly start explaining in such a flustered manner? In front of this young girl, his composure and calmness always seem to crumble so easily.

"Anyway," you said, placing the milk bottle on the table with a crisp sound to steer the conversation back on track, "thank you for your help before, but I don't need to trouble you with my homework anymore."

You believe this is good news that brings Kakashi relief.

Upon hearing this, Kakashi felt no joy whatsoever; instead, his heart sank.

What do you mean? Are you angry because he avoided you for three days?

Do you feel he's unreliable and don't want to have anything to do with him anymore?

A sharp sense of panic came suddenly, and almost without thinking, the words slipped out, carrying a hint of urgency that even he himself was unaware of.

“I can keep writing for you!” He tried to make his voice sound more natural. “Anyway... I don’t usually have anything important to do.”

Now it was your turn to be confused. You looked at Kakashi, shook your head, and explained, "It's not because of you. I decided myself that I would never hand in my homework again."

Kakashi stood there, stunned, unsure how to react.

He was just internally gesturing that you were angry, but it turns out... he just gave up completely, not even bothering to do the most basic courtesy?!

Just as Kakashi was experiencing a mix of emotions, you suddenly changed the subject and asked a question that he had never expected.

"Kakashi-senpai, did your former best friend... really enjoy writing self-criticisms?" Your tone sounded purely curious.

Kakashi was taken aback by your abrupt change of thought, and frowned slightly.

He didn't understand why you suddenly became interested in Obito, but due to some complicated feelings, he still answered, his voice slightly lower.

"He wanted to do everything well, but accidents always happened. At least at that time, he was writing self-criticisms almost every day." The image of that always noisy, hardworking but clumsy figure flashed through my memory, bringing a slight sting.

Writing self-criticisms every day... A knowing glint flashed in your eyes.

It seems that Obito Uchiha's extensive experience in self-criticism was not an exaggeration; his youth was indeed remarkable.

You've already planned in your mind how to casually bring up this topic to tease Obito the next time you see him.

"Why are you asking this?" Kakashi keenly sensed something was amiss and pressed for an answer. You would never inquire about a deceased person for no reason.

You stood up, pushed the milk bottle back in front of Kakashi, and said in your usual aloof tone, "It's getting late, I should go back."

You don't want to reveal too much information about Obito.

Seeing that you were trying to slip away, Kakashi reflexively got up and grabbed the back of your collar. The force wasn't strong, but it was enough to stop you from leaving.

"Wait!" His voice took on a serious tone. "You wouldn't ask someone what happened for no reason, would you?"

He has a gut feeling that there is some information hidden behind your question that he doesn't know.

He grabbed you, forcing you to stop and slowly turn around, looking up at Kakashi's scrutinizing and worried eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, you suddenly raised your hand, gently tapped your cheek with your fingertip, and rambled on in a serious tone.

"Actually... I've always admired you, so I'm asking these questions to gather information about your past experiences." You said it without batting an eye, as if it were true.

His hand gripping your collar jerked violently, as if struck by an electric current.

Her cheeks flushed crimson instantly beneath the mask, her heart skipped a beat, and she... she admired him? Collected his past? What... what was this all about?

Of course he knows that this is 100% a fabricated excuse you made up to get away with it!

“In that case,” Kakashi’s voice was a little dry, carrying a faint expectation and more bitterness that he himself was unaware of, “how many people have you told this to?” He knew he shouldn’t ask, but he couldn’t help it.

Looking at his slightly reddened ears and his obviously wavering eyes, you find it amusing.

Suddenly, she tiptoed and, taking advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration, swiftly reached out her finger, hooked the edge of his mask, and gently pulled it down.

Kakashi was completely taken aback by your sudden action. He instinctively released his grip on your hand, leaned back slightly, and tried to get away.

But you moved faster, pulling down the mask and briefly revealing his beautifully shaped jawline and tightly pursed lips.

Although it was only for a moment, Kakashi quickly pulled his mask back, but his always half-closed eyes were filled with shock and a hint of panic.

"Senior is the first." Seeing his unusually flustered appearance, you withdrew your hand with satisfaction and said in a light tone.

Then, without lingering, she casually waved to him, turned around, opened the door, and her figure quickly blended into the night outside, disappearing from sight.

Kakashi was left standing alone in the middle of the living room, his fingers still unconsciously stroking the mask that had just been touched, the words "admiration" and "first" echoing in his ears, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

The air still seemed to retain your cool aura and the faint sweet scent of milk.

He slowly sat back in his chair, picked up the bottle of milk you hadn't drunk from the table, and the cold touch made him a little more awake.

This little devil...

It seems like he really can't do anything about you.

"A journey to Konoha..." the girl murmured softly, her voice as ethereal and dreamlike as the wind blowing through an ancient wind chime.

This is how she defines her upcoming itinerary: not sightseeing, but more like a planned tour.

His fingers gently brushed across the smooth surface of the card, a hint of interest flashing in his deep purple eyes.

“God said I would meet my destined one there.” A cryptic smile curved her lips. “Who could it be?”

Is it a powerful figure stirring up storms? A vessel bearing destiny? Or... something even more intriguing?

With a hint of playful anticipation, she closed her eyes, her long golden eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath them.

Her fingers moved slowly over the cards, and finally, guided by some invisible force, she precisely drew one of them.

She opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the card she had drawn.

The card's design is bizarre and full of tension, with a background of rolling golden sand and broken boulders.

In the center of the image is a majestic and mysterious sphinx, lying prostrate on the ground, carrying a figure shrouded in shadow on its back.

With the head of a jackal and the body of a human, holding a scepter and shackles symbolizing power and death, he is none other than Anubis, the guide and guardian of the underworld.

On the other side of the scene, a malevolent, twisted serpent coils in the shadows, its scales shimmering with a dark luster, its vertical pupils radiating cunning and destructive light. It is Set, the god symbolizing chaos, storms, and evil.

Chapter 309 Transformation

The wisdom and riddles of the Sphinx, the death and judgment of Anubis, the chaos and destruction of Set...

These symbols, with their drastically different and even contradictory meanings, are forcibly compressed into the same card, creating an extremely unstable balance full of conflict and paradox.

The girl's deep purple pupils contracted slightly, and then a scorching light ignited in her eyes.

“The Wheel of Fortune?” she murmured the name of the card, her voice filled with disbelief mixed with the excitement of “I knew it!”

This is not the Wheel of Fortune, which in Tarot usually symbolizes turning points and cycles of fate.

In her more ancient card system, it represents unpredictable upheavals, the complete subversion of established trajectories, the breaking and reorganization of causal chains, and the arrival of anomalies beyond the control of gods.

“Interesting…” The girl’s lips curled up, her fingers gently stroking the cold scepter of Anubis and the malicious serpent scales of Set on the cards.

She had initially thought it would be just a routine pilgrimage, perhaps leading to an encounter with one or two interesting souls, but unexpectedly, the oracle revealed to her a picture full of contradictions and destructive aesthetics.

The destined person they are about to meet in Konoha does not seem to be a simple strongman or a pawn, but a variable that attracts the attention of both gods and demons.