Naruto : Shisui Uchiha & Gacha in multiverse

"Your stop has come," the driver shouted, snapping Shisui out of his thoughts.

He instinctively tried to look around, then remembered.

He was blind.

Sighing, he stepped out of the caravan, handing the driver the agreed sum.

With the condition of his body, he couldn't travel alone. A caravan was his only option, crowded though it was. The entire journey, he stayed on guard. Only now, as the last of the other passengers had left, did his body finally begin to relax.

This stop wasn't even on the caravan's usual route. The driver had no plans to come here, but money talked. Shisui had paid enough to make sure the man said nothing and followed the detour.

He also took precautions to ensure no one discovered his blindness.

In every nation, there was only one major hidden village. But scattered across the land were small civilian settlements—quiet, nameless places rarely visited by shinobi.

This was one of them.

After paying the modest entrance fee, he stepped through the village gates.

The difference hit him instantly. The silence of the road was gone, replaced by the layered sounds of life: shuffling feet, market chatter, distant laughter. A humble but living place.

"Let's see if she's here…" he muttered, weaving through the crowd.

Back in the caravan, he had already checked the system. It was just like he remembered.

The functions were familiar: a gacha spin that could grant him templates, summons, powers, skills, items, weapons, basically anything from across the Omniverse.

But there was a catch.

Each spin cost three points.

And he only earned one point per day.

Which meant a full month before he could even roll once.

At first, he thought the gacha system would save him. That it would solve the dying problem on its own.

But seeing that lonely [1 point] sitting in the corner of the interface?

Yeah. Reality hit hard.

If he didn't survive long enough to spin, none of it mattered.

So now, before dreaming about power, weapons, or world-breaking abilities,

he needed her. The medical-nin. The only one who might keep him alive long enough to play the game at all.

Hearing the sounds of the road—footsteps, vendors, children running past—he let his memory do the rest.

After a few turns and pauses, he stopped at the end of a narrow alley. His hand reached out and tapped the wall twice.

A voice answered from behind it.

"What do you need?"

"Information," Shisui replied calmly, pulling out a scroll. "Fee in advance."

The scroll vanished from his hand. More accurately, it was taken—cleanly, quietly.

He didn't react. Just said,

"I'm looking for someone who's never won a single gamble."

There was a pause. Then the voice returned.

"Centre of the village. Blonde woman renting a room. She's with a girl and a pig."

That was enough.

Shisui turned around without another word. He wasn't given an exact address, but he didn't need one.

She couldn't resist a gambling den.

And there was only one such place here. The biggest one.

His target? One of the Sannin.

Granddaughter of the First Hokage. Grand-niece of the Second. Student of the Third.

Princess Tsunade.

She was the only one who stood a chance of healing him, and if there was one thing he knew, it was that her skills surpassed any other medic-ninja in the land. The gamble was clear: convince her or perish.

The question wasn't whether he could find her. No, he knew exactly where she would be. The real challenge was how to convince her. Tsunade, a woman with a past riddled with pain, gambling addiction, and an unshakable disdain for the Hokage's office, was not someone who could be easily swayed by mere pleas.

But Shisui wasn't just a beggar in need of healing. He wasn't just a survivor trying to get another day. He had something to offer. A connection, a promise, an argument she couldn't ignore.

Days of travel, days of planning. He had already decided what to say, how to present his case.

Still How ironic. An Uchiha seeking salvation from a Senju.

Shisui smirked bitterly at the thought. In another life, this would've been laughable. Two clans forged in blood, their rivalry etched deep into the roots of shinobi history.

He grandfather died indirectly or directly due to an Uchiha still an Uchiha going to her to save his life.

But He didn't have the time or strength to worry about old grudges or fragile honour. There was always a risk. Tsunade might alert konoha, tip off someone dangerous, or simply refuse him. But those were problems for another day. What mattered right now was survival.

And she… she was his only chance.

"Let's do the gamble."

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