Naruto : Shisui Uchiha & Gacha in multiverse

When Shisui uttered the word Mangekyō, it was like hurling a kunai straight into Tsunade's gut.

A twitch—barely there. But he caught it.

Because everyone flinched at that word now.

The Mangekyō Sharingan wasn't some myth whispered by paranoid elders anymore. It was fact. It was battlefield truth. And more than that—it was feared.

No one could deny it now: The Nine-Tails couldn't be controlled without it.

And who'd done it last?

Madara Uchiha. The man with the Eternal Mangekyō.

So of course, when the Nine-Tails returned, and the smoke hadn't even cleared before people started whispering Uchiha again... how could they not? If an Uchiha had summoned the beast, then why had the rest of the clan done nothing? Why hadn't they taken control, seized the Hokage's seat, struck while the village was weak and bleeding?

The silence of the Uchiha—that was what terrified everyone most.

It wasn't loyalty they saw. It was calculation.

It was patience.

It was the sort of calm that predators have before they pounce.

Shisui leaned forward, lowering his voice, every word deliberate.

"Even if we assume the attacker wasn't from the village at all… there's too much that fails to align.

"Why did Minato die that night, and not Hiruzen?"

Pause. Let that simmer.

"Shouldn't the former Hokage—the one with the title and the chakra reserves—have stepped in to help? To fight? To stand beside him?"

Another beat.

"Why was the Uchiha clan ordered to stand down? If we were so untrustworthy, wasn't that the perfect chance to expose us? Let us bleed for the village. Let us prove who we are. If we really were traitors, wouldn't we have revealed it on the battlefield?"

He drummed his fingers on the table, the sound steady, each tap like a countdown.

"Better yet—how the hell did the enemy know when and where Kushina was giving birth?"

"Only a handful of people knew that."

His voice sharpened.

"That was S-Rank intel. And it just… slipped?"

He paused.

"That wasn't bad luck, Tsunade. That was leakage. That was a crack from the inside."

He didn't blink.

"And where was ROOT that night? Where were Hiruzen's precious black-ops dogs? Where was the protection detail for the Hokage? For the jinchūriki giving birth?! Minato died alone. With only Kushina beside him."

His voice dropped cold.

"You call that coincidence? I call that a setup."

A moment of silence. Then his voice turned bitter.

"You ever heard the name Naruto Uzumaki?"

He didn't wait for her to answer.

"That's the Fourth's son. Yeah. That one. The whiskers aren't a birthmark—they're a curse mark. A brand from the beast inside him."

He leaned back, gaze distant but voice razor-sharp.

"Honestly, the name alone gives it away. His last name is Uzumaki. He has blond hair like Minato. You'd think someone would have tried to keep it a secret… but they didn't even bother. Anyone with half a brain could connect the dots."

A bitter smile crossed his lips.

"And yet they treat him like filth."

His voice hardened, shaded with fury barely contained.

"That kid doesn't have enough money to buy food. His pension? Less than what the average orphan gets, if he gets it at all. The villagers hate him. They glare. Spit. Throw dirt. Sometimes stones. Shopkeepers won't sell to him, and if they do, it's expired milk. Rotting food. Stuff mixed with filth. He doesn't even know what 'expired' means, Tsunade. He just eats it."

Shisui's fists clenched under the table.

"If it weren't for his Uzumaki heritage… if he didn't have that ridiculous life force keeping him alive, do you know how many times that kid would have been dead by now?"

He looked away, disgusted.

"His inheritance is gone. Vanished. The Fourth's wealth. Kushina's estate. Their home, land—everything. Taken. Covered up. No explanation. No justice."

A long pause.

"He watches other kids holding their parents' hands. Laughing. Loved. And all he gets in return is disgust."

Shisui gave a bitter chuckle.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not asking for your sympathy. He's surviving. Barely. And yes, there are people in this world with fates worse than his. But this? This should never have been his fate."

He leaned forward, voice lowering. The calmness in it felt unnatural.

"If anyone should have looked after him, it was Jiraiya. His godfather. But instead, he runs around the world chasing Orochimaru, or peeking into bathhouses in the name of 'research'. Tell me. Did he not once wonder what the son of the Fourth might be going through? Did he even care?"

Shisui paused.

"You know… sometimes the Third would appear in front of Naruto when the boy had just caught a fish. Just one. And he'd ask for it."

He exhaled through his nose, not quite laughing this time.

"And Naruto? He gives it to him. With a smile. Even if he's starving. Even if he hasn't eaten for a day. He gives it. You know why?"

He didn't wait for an answer.

"Because someone wanted to be with him. That's all it takes for him. One moment. One person. One crumb of affection. That bastard Hiruzen would appear like some kind of angel, sometimes giving Naruto a bit of money. Never enough. Just enough to last a week. And that boy? He makes it stretch for a month."

Shisui's voice sharpened.

"Do you know how Naruto sees him? As the only adult who's kind to him. As a good man. That's all he ever wanted—someone to be good to him."

He looked up at Tsunade, expression hardening.

"And isn't that exactly what Hiruzen wanted? A boy feared by everyone, hated by the village, starved of love… who still sees him as the only light in the darkness. A perfect weapon. A loyal pet. The strongest Jinchūriki, trained to bite only when he gives the command."

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