What to Do When the Gacha Pool Goes Wrong

"Rasengan!"

Bzzzz~!

"Chidori!"

Chirp chirp chirp~!

"Boom!"

Uchiha Gin, who was squatting by the riverbank fishing, stared in confusion at the two little brats in the distance who had somehow picked a fight with a dummy.

"There's definitely something special about that dummy."

After ruling out the possibility that the two simply had a chopping addiction, the only explanation was that seemingly ordinary dummy.

"Rasengan!!!"

After using Rasengan who knew how many times, Nawaki, exhausted in both body and mind, did not stop to rest. Instead, he grabbed his trembling wrist and roared as he condensed another ball of Chakra.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!

Unlike before, this Rasengan bloomed with an azure glow. Its appearance was far more restrained, and the sound it made while spinning was no longer as exaggerated.

"Chidori!"

Chirp chirp chirp—!

At the same time, a piercing bird cry rang out. Like an eagle's shriek, it tore through the sky, its soaring momentum a hundred times stronger than the immature chirping from before.

Fugaku held a violent mass of lightning plasma that seemed almost tangible. His right arm had been split open by the stimulation of the lightning, yet there was not a trace of pain on his face. His scarlet eyes held only the joy of success.

"Oh?"

Hearing the familiar spinning and bird cries, Uchiha Gin raised an eyebrow in surprise. Just as he turned around to look, the fishing float that had been utterly motionless suddenly sank.

"A freaking plant!"

He had fished for a full three hours, and this was the only bite he had gotten—and he had not even reeled it in. Enraged, Uchiha Gin decisively gave up on his dream of becoming a fishing addict.

Crack!

After snapping the Fishing Rod made of Wood Release in his hand, he turned his