Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

The boy's profile was somewhat tense, and his face showed a nervous expression.

"Hey, Uchiha Nagi." Kiba finally spoke, his voice lower than usual, trying to hide his unease, but it only made it more obvious. "...Could I have a moment of your time?"

You raised an eyebrow slightly, your voice cool and detached, "By intercepting the ANBU's route home? Kiba Inuzuka, do you want to be treated as a suspect?"

These words caused Akamaru behind Kiba to let out a low whimper, his fur bristling slightly.

Ya himself felt a chill run down his spine; the threat posed by the members of the Dark Division was no joke.

But he didn't back down. Instead, as if his fighting spirit had been ignited, he stepped forward, his gaze meeting the dark eyes that both thrilled and captivated him. "Stop trying to scare me! I asked about your usual route and waited here on purpose!"

His tone carried the straightforwardness, even a bit of reckless honesty, characteristic of the Inuzuka family.

"What exactly do you want from me?" You seemed too lazy to argue with him any longer and asked directly.

Ya took a deep breath, as if he had made some great decision, and spoke very quickly, almost in one breath.

"I went for a tarot reading! The person Viya said that my destined person will appear, and the characteristics... the characteristics are vague, but very special!"

"Akamaru and I searched for several days, observing, eliminating, and analyzing everyone. Finally... in the end, I think it might be you!"

He finally blurted out what he had been holding in, his cheeks burning uncontrollably, a slight blush visible even in the fading light.

But his eyes are fixed on you, not wanting to miss any subtle change in your expression, like a ninja hound before a hunt, focused and persistent.

"So," you finally reacted, taking a small step forward. The invisible aura emanating from the depths of darkness put Kiba and Akamaru's muscle memory on alert.

"You concluded that I was your destined one based on some vague divination result, and then came to ambush me?" Your gaze seemed to pierce through his heart, looking directly into all the restless thoughts within.

“Inuzuka Kiba,” you called his name, each syllable clear and cold, “do you trust the cards, or your own feelings?”

Kiba Inuzuka felt embarrassed, but more than that, he felt a sense of indignation at being questioned.

He retorted, and as if to prove something, he took another step closer. At this moment, the distance between the two was so close that they could almost feel the collision of the cool breath and the surging heat emanating from each other.

"Uchiha Nagi, do you dare look me in the eye and say that you don't have any special feelings for me or Akamaru?"

Akamaru also looked up at the opportune moment and let out a "woo" sound, his dark eyes seemingly filled with some kind of expectation.

You looked at him silently, a hint of amusement in your voice, "A special feeling?"

Ya's heart skipped a beat, and he held his breath. He heard you continue calmly, "Yes."

The brief pause seemed to stretch on indefinitely.

“I think,” your gaze swept over Kiba, then over Akamaru at his feet, and finally settled back on Kiba’s face, which was filled with tension and anticipation, “you and Akamaru are both in the way.”

After saying that, without waiting for Ya to react, you ignored his momentarily frozen expression and walked straight past him.

Your figure was quickly swallowed by the bamboo shadows, leaving only those cold words echoing repeatedly in Ya's ears.

“Getting in the way…” Kiba stood there blankly for a long time before muttering to himself, as if he were talking to Akamaru, whose ears were drooping, or as if he were talking to himself.

But the next moment, he squatted down, stroked Akamaru's head, and his eyes regained their sharpness, the kind that comes from discovering a weakness in his prey.

"But, Akamaru, did you smell it? Her heart just... quickened, though it was only for a moment, very, very faint, but I'm sure of it!"

Akamaru raised his head, rubbed his wet nose against his palm, and made a soft hum, as if he was agreeing with his master's judgment.

Kiba stood up, looked in the direction you disappeared, patted Akamaru's head, and a smile of even greater determination appeared on his face.

"It seems these tarot cards aren't all nonsense after all." His eyes sharpened and filled with fighting spirit, like a wolf locking onto its target. "Let's go, buddy, we've found it."

As you walk home alone, once you're sure you're out of their sight, you slow your pace slightly.

The one destined for you?

Ha, what a boring fortune telling.

But... that guy, Inuyagi, is indeed a bit more troublesome than I imagined.

Chapter 324 Tarot Cards (9)

In the villa's courtyard, the shadows of the trees swayed and the night insects chirped softly. This tranquility was soon broken by an unexpected visitor.

Having just finished your evening meditation, you open the door and see Viya standing in the moonlight.

"I'm leaving tomorrow," Viya said bluntly, her voice ringing out clearly in the quiet night.

You did not answer, waiting for her to continue.

Viya knew all too well how perceptive and formidable the girl before her was; any attempt at deception or concealment would likely be futile.

She took a deep breath and chose the most direct approach: "My tarot has never been wrong. Coming to Konoha was a divine guidance. Before leaving, would you be willing to cooperate with me for one last divination?"

You look at her as if she's weighing something.

Viya's purpose remains a mystery, but she doesn't exude any obvious malice. After a moment, you nod.

Viya was secretly delighted, but she didn't show it on her face. She closed her eyes tightly, formed a strange hand seal in front of her chest, and chanted ancient and obscure divine incantations in a low voice.

As she chanted, an invisible force rippled outwards from her center.

The tarot cards that Viya carries with her float up from the card bag on their own, shimmering with various colors of light, and eventually surround you in layers at the center.

The cards flip under the moonlight, their patterns both blurred and clear, symbolizing the fate of all things in the world.

Viya's voice seemed to come from a great distance, carrying an ethereal echo, "Please choose the card that resonates with you the most."

Standing in the center of the deck, you glanced at the cards that symbolized countless possibilities without lingering for long, and casually picked one up.

The instant you made your choice, all the other tarot cards seemed to lose their power, instantly stopped spinning, and flew neatly back to Viya's side, stacked up, and fell into her waiting hands.

The suspended light strip disappeared, and the courtyard returned to its previous tranquility.

"Let me see your hand." Viya's voice carried a hint of tension as she walked towards you and extended her hand.

Her inner world was far from as calm as it appeared. This divination concerned the answer she had been searching for since arriving in Konoha.

You hand her the card you selected.

When Viya's gaze fell on the cards, despite her best efforts to control it, the shock and realization that flashed through her mind did not escape your notice.

Viya didn't reveal what was on the cards.

She quickly composed herself, gripping the card tightly in her hand as if it were something of utmost importance; her knuckles even turned slightly white from the force.

She bowed slightly to you and said, "I understand, thank you for your cooperation."

After saying that, she didn't linger. Holding the crucial tarot card, she turned and quickly left.

As soon as Viya left, Haruno Sakura, who had been secretly watching from behind the door, couldn't wait to run over.

Her pink hair shimmered with a soft sheen, and her face showed obvious curiosity and worry. "Nagi, what does Miss Viya want with you?"

She looked up at you, her emerald green eyes clearly reflecting your image.

You glanced sideways, your gaze landing on Sakura. "She's here to say goodbye."

"Farewell?" Upon hearing this, a trace of melancholy crossed Sakura's face.

Viya's departure was so sudden that she hadn't fully sorted out the complex emotions and doubts in her heart.

In particular, when she vaguely sensed that she might be somewhat special to you, this realization gave her both a secret sweetness and immense horror and helplessness.

She is not yet able to calmly face this emotion that may be beyond the norm.

"Oh...I see." Sakura lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes. "Then you should get some rest."

She hastily left those words behind, then turned and ran back into the house, not daring to look at you again.

You didn't say anything, and returned to your room a moment later.

The room was dark, with only moonlight filtering through the window lattice, casting bright squares on the floor.

An uninvited guest had been waiting for some time.

A barely perceptible ripple appeared in the space. Obito Uchiha, wearing a vortex mask, leaned casually against the shadowy corner of your room, as if he were the master of this place.

“It seems,” Obito’s disguised voice rang out in a low, amused tone, “that even if I didn’t come looking for you, you’d never lack interesting things happening around you, would you, Nagi?”

You chose to completely ignore Obito's obviously provocative words, walked straight to the bedside and sat down, your profile appearing even more frail and lonely in the moonlight.

You just sat there silently, your dark eyes gazing unfocused at the deep night outside the window.

Obito wanted to say something more, but he keenly sensed the unusual silence emanating from you.

This is not the usual aloofness that keeps people at arm's length, but something closer to emotion.

He suppressed his urge to continue provoking you, his brows furrowing slightly beneath the mask, and a hint of inquiry slipped into his voice, even he himself was unaware of it, "Hey, Uchiha Nagi, what's wrong with you?"

You seem to be pulled back from some thought by his voice, but you don't look at him.

After a long while, just when Obito thought you wouldn't answer, you suddenly spoke up, "What would you do if you found out that the person you like doesn't like you back?"

Obito was suddenly taken aback.

The question was too abrupt. In an instant, Nohara Rin's gentle smile flashed through his mind, accompanied by a dull pain as if his heart was being clenched.

But he quickly suppressed his surging emotions, his attention completely occupied by your unusual question.

"Why are you asking this?" Obito's voice took on a barely perceptible sharpness. "You have someone you like? I didn't expect someone like you to actually have feelings." His string of words almost came out of his mouth, filled with an agitation and panic that even he himself couldn't understand.

"...I was just asking." Your answer remained flat, without any discernible emotion.

Obito didn't believe this nonsense; something unusual must be going on.

He suppressed the nameless anger in his heart and tried to steer the conversation back on track, his tone becoming cold and hard, with a hint of gritted teeth.

"Listen, I'm sending you to be an undercover agent in Konoha, not to play some kind of emotional game here, Uchiha Nagi!" He emphasized your surname, as if reminding you of what you were burdened with.

Perhaps it was the inexplicable anger raging within him that made him unconsciously take a few steps closer as he spoke, becoming extremely close to you.

The moment he got close, you moved, as if you had been waiting for this opportunity.

His dark eyes, which had been gazing out the window, suddenly turned back, a flash of crimson appearing in them.

Obito's alarm bells rang loudly, and he tried to activate Kamui Hollowfication, but it was too late.

At such close range, facing another kaleidoscope user, and with the activation happening so suddenly, his reaction was a beat too slow.

A powerful force of vision instantly invaded his consciousness, causing his body to stiffen briefly.

You touch the swirling mask on his face, and with a gentle flick, you remove the mask that symbolizes his hidden identity.

The mask slipped off, revealing Obito's face, which was half handsome and half covered in hideous scars.

His pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously tried to turn his head away, wanting to avoid the gaze that he expected to appear, a gaze that would sting and disgust him.

He expected to see surprise, disdain, or at least a hint of something strange in your eyes.

but.

You stared intently at his face, your gaze slowly moving from his eyes to the twisted scars, without any emotional fluctuation, as if you were simply confirming something.

His gaze was focused and direct, without the slightest impurity, which made Obito, who was originally prepared to be disgusted, feel a little lost and even his ears felt slightly hot, and he felt a little embarrassed.

"Have you seen enough?" he growled, somewhat annoyed and embarrassed, trying to mask his momentary panic with anger.

You didn't answer, but simply reached out and picked up the swirling mask again, your movements so gentle they could be described as soft, and put it back on him.

It was as if removing the mask just now was merely a meaningless test.

But in your mind, you were rapidly calculating: what role did Obito play in Madara's plan?

You have released your control over Obito's eye power.

Almost the instant he regained his mobility, Obito leaped backward, creating a considerable distance between himself and you, still shaken.

He touched the mask he had put on, his tone still carrying anger, yet also a hint of barely perceptible haste, "Hmph! I'm here this time to assign you a task!" He cleared his throat, trying to regain control.

"What mission?" You regained your previous indifference, as if you weren't the one who had just removed the mask and asked the strange question.

"Do you know the legendary Sannin of Konoha?" Obito said, taking out a scroll he had prepared beforehand and tossing it to you.

You took the unfolded document and glanced at it briefly.

The scroll contains detailed information about Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru, as well as their current possible range of activities and their connections with Konoha.

You nodded slightly to Obito, indicating that you understood.

“From what I understand, the politics within Konoha are not as peaceful as they appear on the surface,” Obito continued, his voice lowering.

"What you need to do is use your position and advantages in the Anbu to regularly transmit real information about the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, to the Akatsuki every month, including his health condition, power dynamics, and his true attitude towards the various clans in the village."

You casually placed the scroll on the table beside you, then looked up at Obito. "How can you be so sure that the information I'm conveying is accurate?"