Naruto : Shisui Uchiha & Gacha in multiverse

Shisui stepped through the door, his senses immediately sharpening.

He picked up the subtle creaks of old wood, the musty scent of damp fabric, and the rapid thrumming of a terrified heart. The woman's.

Both she and the younger girl stood at attention, stiff and guarded.

His mind swept the room in a single glance: sparse furniture, thin bedding, a half-empty pantry. The few visible clothes were faded and patched beyond repair.

Poverty.

Not the kind born from misfortune, but the systemic, deliberate kind.

His focus briefly dropped to the older woman. Her body trembled, and even without chakra sensing, Shisui could tell her emotions were spiking.

He didn't need dojutsu to read her. Her pulse was erratic, breath shallow, shoulders tensed to breaking.

She was terrified. But more than that, she was prepared.

Even from three meters away, his radar picked up subtle details. Her skin was marred with bite marks, fresh and old, each a painful story left untold. And worse, the lingering scent of multiple unfamiliar men clung to her like a curse.

She wasn't the only one.

The younger girl, Karin, bore similar signs. Less frequent, but present, masked beneath her sleeves.

Shisui's jaw tightened, but his face remained impassive.

The older woman finally broke the silence, her voice shaking. "Who are you?"

He didn't answer immediately.

She continued, forcing the words out, her fear barely contained. "You're not from here. I... I sensed you."

She was right.

Moments ago, feeling a foreign presence watching from afar, she'd trusted her instincts. Her sensory technique confirmed what her nerves already screamed. Someone was in the trees, and he didn't belong to Kusagakure.

A true outsider.

She could have reported it. Should have. But she didn't.

Because deep down, she knew. Whoever he was, he hadn't come to kill.

No. He was watching. And even more terrifying than an assassin was a man with purpose.

She didn't know his name or origin, but she understood something all the same. Kusagakure didn't keep her alive out of kindness.

They kept her breathing because her body was useful. Because her blood mattered.

Because, even as they treated her like a dog, they knew an Uzumaki still had value.

And this man, this stranger, he knew it too.

Shisui's eyes narrowed. Sensed. So she was a sensor-type.

He had suspected, but to hear her admit it confirmed her desperation. And Shisui caught it instantly.

If she were smart, she wouldn't have told me that. But desperation made people stupid and reckless.

She was gambling, not out of confidence, but out of fear.

Her trembling wasn't just from his presence. It was rooted in something far deeper. The kind of dread that came from years of being used, hurt, discarded, and knowing it wouldn't stop. Not for her. And definitely not for the girl hiding just behind her leg.

She knows, Shisui thought. She's seen what Karin's future will be in this village. And it would be worse than hers. Much worse. She was already used goods in Kusagakure's eyes. Bruised, broken, barely human.

But Karin? Young. Unmarked. Uzumaki. They would break her slowly, piece by piece, mold her into a tool, a perfect healing machine they could use and discard whenever it suited them. And the mother knew it.

That's why she didn't call the guards. That's why she didn't scream when he appeared. That's why she had stared at him through the wall earlier, not in defiance, but in silent pleading. She wasn't protecting this village. She was betting on a stranger.

And Shisui understood. Not because he cared, but because he'd seen this story before in every corner of the shinobi world. The helpless clinging to the edge of fate, begging for any shift in the tide. And while he didn't say a word, his silence carried meaning.

The older woman clenched her fists. "I don't care what you do to me," she whispered. "But... take her. Take Karin. Don't let her stay here." Her voice cracked. "Please."

Shisui didn't flinch. "Use Transformation." The command came cold and immediate.

The woman's eyes widened slightly, but only for a second. Then she nodded. She looked at her daughter, and in that glance, everything passed between them. Fear, resignation, and the faintest spark of hope.

She inhaled deeply, steadying her nerves. Then, her hands moved into a quick, practiced sign.

Poof.

In an instant, her form shifted. Her fiery red hair dulled to jet black. Her facial structure adjusted. Sharper cheekbones. Narrower eyes. A face that would pass unnoticed in any crowd.

Karin, still pressed to her mother's side, didn't react with panic or even surprise.

She simply stared at Shisui. She knew. She was leaving this place. Leaving the hut. The village. The pain. Her body trembled slightly, but her eyes never left him.

She hadn't spoken a word, but Shisui noticed how closely she watched him, how she studied every movement, every pause.

Shisui gave a curt nod. "Good. Let's leave."

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