Naruto : Shisui Uchiha & Gacha in multiverse

"Are you sure?" Shizune asked, doubt clear in her voice as her eyes lingered on Shisui.

He stood calmly before her, a cloth wrapped over his eyes like a bandage, taking a steady stance that looked more meditative than combative.

A few minutes ago, he had approached her with a simple request: a sparring match.

Of course, she had immediately refused. Shisui was blind now. At least, that's what everyone believed. There was no way this was a fair fight. She would've won effortlessly.

But Shisui insisted. And before she could argue further, Tsunade had appeared behind her.

"Fight him."

That one sentence from her had sealed it.

Shisui gave her a small, easy smile.

"You don't have to worry."

A few days ago, everything had changed. The moment his Daredevil Template hit a certain threshold of assimilation, the dormant sensory abilities had erupted all at once. The sudden overload had made him scream in agony.

Tsunade had checked him thoroughly—chakra flow, neural system, everything—and found nothing. She'd assumed it was psychological trauma.

And Shisui had played along.

But now? The chaos had settled.

The power was his.

He could see her. Not with eyes, but through a new sense. A web of vibrations, shifts in air, minute sounds, and subtle echoes.

He could see Shizune right in front of him. And Tsunade, standing to the left with arms crossed.

Shizune turned to her teacher one last time. Tsunade gave a nod, silent and firm.

With a quiet sigh, Shizune stepped forward and raised her fists.

"Alright then," she said.

"Let's begin."

The very next second, she felt a chill brush the back of her neck.

Her eyes widened in shock.

The boy in front of her had vanished.

So fast...

That was the only thought that flashed through her mind before she instinctively turned.

But he was already back, standing calmly in his original position, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

"Ah… sorry," Shisui said, a wry smile on his face.

"Habit. I forgot this wasn't a life-or-death battle."

He chuckled lightly, more to himself than anyone else.

"Still, it's good to know my instincts haven't dulled."

Shizune blinked, her stance lowering slowly as the adrenaline faded.

She didn't respond right away—just kept staring at him, processing what had just happened.

That wasn't a bluff. That was real speed.

And not just speed. It was control.

If she hadn't seen it herself, Shizune would've asked him outright.

"Are you really blind?"

Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and got serious.

If he's this fast without eyes, how terrifying would he be with them?

In a split-second flash, Shizune disappeared. Body Flicker in action.

She reappeared inches from Shisui, kunai in hand, aimed at his throat.

CLANG.

Metal bit into metal. His kunai deflected hers with frightening accuracy.

She attacked again—three strikes in quick succession:

Clang. Clang. Clang.

Each blade met his defenses. Strong. Precise. Controlled.

Shizune's heart pounded. Adrenaline overwrote her fear.

How can he predict my moves?

He moved like water. Coordinated and deliberate. Centered.

He wasn't reacting. He was leading.

Frustration burned in her chest. In one fierce motion, she let go of her kunai. With a flick of chakra, long, razor-sharp scalpels formed along her arms. Chakra blades honed to surgical edge.

She launched them with brutal intent, aiming for his side and diaphragm.

Shisui didn't raise his weapon.

He didn't shout a warning.

He simply twisted.

The chakra scalpels whistled past his arm, close enough her wind-sense would've registered the rush behind her ear.

His feet slid sideways—silent and almost unnoticeable.

She staggered forward, thinking of a follow-up strike.

But he was already there.

A single kunai stopped her fist. His blade caught her wrist before she could recover.

Their weapons locked together.

Shizune staggered back, breath ragged, her chakra scalpels dissolving into the air like fading mist.

Her hands trembled. Not from fear, but from the realisation of how outclassed she was.

"Let's do it again," Shisui said casually, offering a lopsided smile.

His tone wasn't mocking, but it still stung.

Shizune's eyes narrowed. A whisper escaped her lips.

"Am I... that weak?"

She didn't expect a reply. But Shisui tilted his head.

"Don't worry," he said, voice calm. "It's not that you're weak. I'm just too strong for you."

The blunt honesty hit harder than a kunai.

But it wasn't arrogance. There was no pride in his voice. Just fact.

And somehow, that made it worse.

Still, deep down, she knew he was right. Her performance wasn't bad—far from it. Her movements were clean. Her chakra control sharp. Against most opponents, she would've had the upper hand.

But this wasn't most opponents.

Shisui could sense her frustration.

"You're already a jōnin," he added, more gently this time. "Trained under Lady Tsunade... there's no way someone like you could be weak."

He meant it. He saw the strength in her technique, even if it wasn't enough against him.

The anime had done her dirty, painting her as little more than a medic in the background. But here, in real combat, Shisui saw the truth.

She was sharp. Fast. Skilled.

Just not quite sharp enough.

Not against him.

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Should he make an organisation?