Timeskip for 1 years:
One year had passed since Itachi's reincarnation, and in that time, he had grown accustomed to his new life as Itachi Yaoyorozu. He was now a healthy toddler, and today was a big day for him — he was attempting to walk for the first time.
In the brightly lit, spacious living room of the Yaoyorozu mansion, Yana sat on one side, arms open wide with a gentle, encouraging smile. Erika stood a little behind Yana, beaming as she watched Itachi wobble on his feet.
His mind, still sharp despite his infant body, had been observing and analyzing everything around him. I've come to two conclusions, he thought to himself as he attempted to walk towards his mother, Yana, while Erika stood on the other side, encouraging him. First, I cannot use chakra. I don't possess it in this world.
This realization was both a relief and a concern. He had relied on chakra for so much of his previous life, and now it was absent. He had spent months trying to feel its familiar flow within him, but it was no use.
Second, he thought, wobbling as he took a step, I think my Sharingan will manifest as a quirk. The idea both excited and puzzled him. The Sharingan had always been linked to chakra, so how would it function without it? Would it appear when he was older, or would it never come at all? These were questions that lingered in his young mind.
"Come on, young master, you're doing great!" Erika's gentle voice broke his thoughts, and he focused on the task at hand.
Itachi, now much more aware of his surroundings and abilities, looked at his mother and the maid, a small sweatdrop forming in his mind. This body is still so unstable... he thought, slightly frustrated by the physical limitations he was not used to in his previous life.
His tiny legs trembled as he pushed himself off the floor, gripping the nearby sofa for balance. He let out a soft grunt as he focused all his energy on standing upright. His black eyes, which still held the sharpness of his past self, were locked onto Yana.
"That's it, Itachi," Yana encouraged warmly, her eyes gleaming with pride. "You're doing so well."
Erika clapped her hands gently. "Just a little more! You're almost there!"
Itachi, feeling their encouragement, took a shaky step forward. His small foot landed unsteadily, but he kept his focus. Then another step. Walking... he mused inwardly. It's such a simple task, yet this body makes it feel like an obstacle.
Yana's sm she looked down at him with a gleam of excitement in her eyes. She gently stroked his hair and said softly, "Now, can you try to say 'ma-ma,' Itachi?"
Itachi, still adjusting to the limitations of his small, young body, blinked and stared up at his mother. His mind, still sharp and calculating as ever, understood the importance of language in this new life. Though he had full knowledge of speech from his past, he was aware that, in this body, he had to learn it all over again.
I suppose this is necessary, Itachi thought inwardly with a slight sweatdrop, knowing it was a significant moment for Yana. He took a breath, focusing on the words his mother wanted to hear. "M-Ma..." His voice came out soft and stammering, a little unsteady as he tried to form the syllables with his still-developing vocal cords.
Yana's eyes widened, filled with hope and encouragement. "Yes, Itachi, go on!"
Itachi took another breath, gathering his strength and determination. "Ma...ma."
The moment the word left his lips, Yana's eyes filled with happy tears. She gasped, covering her mouth in disbelief, and then, unable to contain her emotions, she pulled Itachi into a warm, tight embrace. "You did it! You said it, my baby!" Her voice was filled with joy and pride.
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at her son, a mix of happiness and overwhelming love washing over her. She kissed the top of his head softly, whispering, "I'm so proud of you, Itachi."
Itachi, still nestled in her arms, felt the warmth of her embrace and the love that radiated from her. Despite his composed and stoic nature from his past life, something about Yana's genuine affection stirred a deep sense of peace within him. This... feels nice, he thought, closing his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to feel the purity of a mother's love in this new world.
Erika, who had been watching from nearby, couldn't help but smile brightly. "Young master, you're truly amazing!" she said softly, her voice filled with admiration.
Yana, still holding Itachi close, wiped her tears away with a gentle laugh. "He's growing up so fast... I can't believe it."
Itachi opened his eyes again, observing his mother's happiness. In my previous life, I never got to see Mikoto this happy, he reflected with a hint of sadness. But here, I'll do my best to protect this happiness.
Yana's smile widened as Itachi inched closer. "Come on, Itachi. I'm right here."
Finally, with one last determined step, Itachi reached his mother. He practically fell into Yana's arms, but Yana caught him with a soft laugh, hugging him gently.
"You did it!" Yana said, joy evident in her voice. "My little boy is growing so fast."
Erika clapped more enthusiastically now. "That was amazing, young master! I knew you could do it!"
Itachi looked up at Yana with a smile, then tried to speak again, "M-Maa... maa..." His voice was still delicate and childlike, but the effort was clear in his determined eyes.
Yana's heart swelled with pride as she saw his persistence. "What is it, Itachi?" she asked gently, her smile radiant.
Itachi gestured toward his stomach, the universal sign of hunger.
Yana's eyes softened with understanding. "Oh, I see. You're hungry." She stood up, holding Itachi securely, and turned to Erika. "Ichikawa, could you prepare some food for Itachi? He must be hungry after all that effort."
"Right away, Miss Yaoyorozu," Erika responded with a warm smile and hurried off to the kitchen.
Itachi could hear Erika returning shortly with the scent of mashed fruits wafting into the room. Erika approached, holding a small bowl and a spoon. "Here we are, young master. A little reward for all your hard work," she said cheerfully, offering the food to Yana.
Yana took the spoon and carefully fed Itachi. As he ate, he let his thoughts drift. I may be young now, but soon... I'll grow stronger again, he mused, reflecting on the quirk activation he had heard about. I heard that quirks are activated around the age of four. It will be a new challenge, but I'm ready.
With each spoonful of the mashed fruits, Itachi felt his strength returning. The room was filled with a comforting atmosphere as Yana and Erika watched him with affection. Despite his small size and current helplessness, Itachi's resolve remained unwavering. He knew that this life offered him a chance to embrace a new destiny and protect those he cared about.
As he finished his meal, he looked up at Yana with a satisfied grin. Yana smiled back, her eyes filled with love and hope for her son's future. "You did great today, Itachi," she said softly, patting his head gently.
Erika, observing the moment, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her duties. "He's growing up so well," she said with a smile, watching Itachi's contented expression.
At night itachi was in his room sleeping and he stood up and again sat on the medidation position and again try to feel the chakra and for like a hour of medidation he cont feel anything and he sign and thought I could feel any chakra again my body is still weak he sign and layied down and begin to sleep….
At his parent room yana was telling him about itachi what he did Takashi you know itachi walked today and he called mama Takashi smile and said that's great wish I could have seen it…and also heart papa from him yana said next time Takashi come with us and hw will show you his walk and say papa Takashi smile and said okay….
Time skip to age 4:
Itachi, a boy with jet-black hair, sat at his desk, absorbed in a philosophical book. Dressed in a simple white t-shirt and black shorts, he looked far more mature than his four years. Stacks of books on history, quirks, and various deep topics surrounded him. As he flipped through the pages, a soft knock echoed on his door.
"Come in," he said without looking up.
Erika, the family maid, stepped inside, holding a tray with a small cup of coffee. "Young master, I brought the coffee you asked for," she said with a gentle smile.
Itachi gave her a brief nod, his eyes never leaving the page. Erika placed the coffee beside him and glanced at the book he was reading, her smile turning into a sigh. "At your age, you should be reading storybooks and playing games," she teased lightly. "Instead, you're buried in all these heavy books. You're turning into such a little nerd."
Itachi smirked, closing the book slowly. "Knowledge is important, Erika," he replied in a calm, almost adult-like tone.
Erika rolled her eyes, though her expression softened. "Yeah, yeah. Sure, nerd. But coffee? At your age?" She shook her head. "You shouldn't be drinking this stuff."
Letting out a small sigh, Itachi leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I like it. Blame my mother—she gave me my first taste, and now I can't stop."
Erika sighed again, but this time with a hint of fondness. "Your mother regrets that decision, you know."
Itachi chuckled softly, taking a sip of the coffee. His eyes briefly closed as he savored the taste. "It's as good as always," he murmured.
Erika smiled at his quiet appreciation and bowed slightly. "I'm glad you think so, young master."
As Itachi sipped his coffee, he gazed out of the window before turning to Erika. "Hey, Erika... I've been meaning to ask you something. Can you tell me what your quirk is?" His voice was calm, but curious, as if he was asking about something simple.
Erika froze, her usually composed face faltering. She said nothing, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped the tray. Itachi noticed her discomfort, his sharp eyes catching every detail of her expression. He sighed gently, lowering his coffee cup. "If you don't want to tell me, it's alright. You don't have to."
Erika swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. It wasn't that she didn't want to tell him—it was the weight of what she feared would come after. She took a breath, summoning the courage to speak. "That's not it, Itachi," she whispered.
He studied her for a moment longer, his mind racing. Then, with a soft but knowing tone, he said, "So... let me guess. You're quirkless?"
Her face paled, and she squeezed her eyes shut as if trying to block out the world. She pressed her lips tightly together, and Itachi could feel the silent struggle she was facing. After a moment that felt like an eternity, he sighed again, softer this time. "So it's true."
Erika's heart sank. She knew it was pointless to hide anything from him—he always saw right through her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she forced herself to speak. "Young master, I... I need this job," she choked out, her voice shaking. "I'm alone. I don't have anyone else... Please, don't make me leave."
Itachi stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. His expression darkened for just a moment, making Erika's heart skip a beat. But before she could spiral into her own panic, his voice cut through the silence. "I never said you'd lose your job."
Her eyes widened as she looked at him in confusion. He was calm, but there was a depth to his voice that she hadn't heard before. He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming in the small space between them. "But you hurt me, Erika," he continued quietly.
Erika flinched, expecting punishment, something harsh to match the quiet intensity in his voice. She closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself. But then, she felt nothing. Slowly, she opened her eyes, only to see Itachi standing right in front of her, his expression soft but serious.
"You hurt me," he repeated, "by saying that you don't have anyone."
Her breath hitched in her throat as his words settled in. Her vision blurred with unshed tears, the weight of her loneliness crashing down on her. Before she could respond, Itachi smiled—a small, gentle smile that was so unlike the serious boy she had come to know.
"I've spent so much time with you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're dear to me, Erika."
Tears finally spilled from her eyes, and she let out a shaky breath, overcome by emotions she had long buried. "Thank you, young master..." she whispered, her voice thick with gratitude and relief.
Itachi chuckled softly. "Itachi," he corrected. "Did you forget?"
Erika wiped her eyes, managing a weak smile through her tears. "Yeah... Itachi," she repeated, her voice trembling but lighter. She wiped the last of her tears away and tried to regain her composure. "Sometimes, I feel like I'm talking to an old man," she teased, a faint laugh escaping her lips.
Itachi sweatdropped, scratching the back of his head. Yeah... basically... he thought, amused but knowing the truth behind her words.
Just as the moment of tension began to lift, Erika suddenly remembered her original task. Her eyes widened. "Oh! I almost forgot! I came here for another reason," she exclaimed, her usual calmness returning. "Mr. and Mrs. Yaoyorozu want you to get ready for your quirk assessment test."
Itachi sighed, running a hand through his hair. "So today's the day, huh?" His tone was flat, but there was an undertone of reluctance.
Erika quickly moved to his wardrobe, picking out some clothes with practiced efficiency. She handed him a black T-shirt and gray pants. "Here, put these on," she said softly.
Itachi took the clothes and changed into them without complaint, though his mind was elsewhere.
As Itachi and Erika descended the stairs, the soft sound of their footsteps echoed through the grand hallway. At the bottom, Itachi spotted his mother, Yana, elegantly dressed in a red gown adorned with delicate jewelry. She sat gracefully on the sofa, her posture regal yet warm.
Noticing her son, Yana's eyes softened. Itachi walked over to her, offering a small but genuine smile. "Good morning, Mother."
Yana looked up and smiled back, her eyes filled with pride. "Good morning, my dear," she replied warmly. "Are you ready for your quirk test today?"
Itachi nodded, his expression calm but focused.
Yana stood gracefully, smoothing out her gown. "Well then, let's go," she said with a smile, her tone gentle but laced with anticipation. She glanced over at Erika, who stood quietly nearby. "Ichikawa, if you'd like to join us, you're more than welcome."
Erika smiled softly and gave a respectful nod. "Thank you, Mrs. Yaoyorozu. I'd be honored."
As they sat in the car, Itachi stared out the window, a familiar sensation creeping into his eyes. The world outside seemed to slow down—the cars on the road, the people walking by—all moving as if in slow motion. A sense of understanding dawned on him, realizing that his Sharingan had activated. He remained calm, but leaned toward his mother.
"Mother, my eyes feel strange," he said, his voice steady.
Yana turned to her son, and the moment her gaze met his eyes, she gasped. "Itachi, your eyes… they're red!"
Across from him, Erika, equally shocked, turned to see. "Young master, your eyes—"
Feigning surprise, Itachi quickly glanced into the car's rearview mirror, catching the brief glimpse of his own reflection. His normally dark eyes glowed a vivid red with intricate patterns. Without a word, he blinked and deactivated the Sharingan, his eyes returning to normal. "I think this might be my quirk," he said, maintaining a calm facade.
Still shaken, Yana pressed her hand to her chest. "We're going to the hospital right now. We need to understand what this is."
When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor greeted them at the entrance. "Ms. Yaoyorozu, you're here for your son's quirk test?"
Yana nodded, her worry barely concealed.
The doctor knelt down to Itachi's level. "Alright, young man. Please hold out your hand. I'm going to take a small blood sample for the quirk analysis. Don't worry, it won't hurt."
Itachi extended his arm without hesitation, his face expressionless as the doctor drew the sample. The doctor smiled. "He's a brave one."
Yana looked at her son, her heart swelling with pride, though her mind was racing with questions.
After a tense wait, the doctor returned with the results, a puzzled expression on his face. "Congratulations, Ms. Yaoyorozu. It seems your son does indeed have a quirk, but it's… unique. We haven't seen anything like it in our database."
Yana's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and concern. "What does his quirk do?"
The doctor shook his head. "We're not entirely sure. It's unlike any quirk we've cataloged before."
Itachi, sensing the moment, decided to reveal just enough. "I can see everything in slow motion," he said calmly, his gaze steady. "When we were driving here, the world outside was moving slowly, and… somehow, I can predict movements before they happen."
Yana's astonishment was palpable. "You can predict movements?"
Itachi nodded, but quickly thought to himself, That's enough for now. I don't want to attract too much attention.
The doctor explained, "we got only one thing from the samples of his blood we understood that This quirk seems like it has stages of evolution. Right now, he has a single comma-like symbol in his eyes. There might be more commas in the future, making the quirk more powerful."
Yana looked at the doctor, her eyes filled with quiet determination. "So that means, as time progresses, he'll become even stronger?"
The doctor nodded. "Yes, most likely. His quirk has tremendous potential."
Yana smiled, turning her gaze toward Itachi. "You have a powerful quirk, my dear."
Itachi nodded in response, though his thoughts drifted elsewhere. What will my father think of this quirk? he wondered. He glanced at Erika, who stood beside him, silent but observant.
As they sat in the car on their way back to the mansion, a heavy silence filled the air. Yana's thoughts were racing. Itachi's quirk is undeniably strong... but what will happen when Takashi finds out that Itachi didn't inherit our family's quirk? I hope it goes smoothly.
She stole a glance at her son, who was staring out the window, lost in his own thoughts. Shaking off her worries, she broke the silence. "Itachi, what would you like to eat?"
"Anything you like, Mother," he replied, his tone neutral.
When they arrived home, Takashi was waiting for them by the entrance. His expression was unreadable, as always. The moment they stepped inside, he turned to Itachi. "What is your quirk?"
Itachi met his father's gaze. "I have an ocular quirk. I can see things moving in slow motion."
Takashi's face remained stoic, unreadable. He glanced briefly at Yana, who was smiling proudly. "He will become very strong in the future," she added, her voice filled with optimism.
Itachi smiled at his mother's support, but Takashi's response was cold. He gave a faint, unimpressed smile. "Very well," he said, his tone emotionless. "Go to your room now. Ichikawa, take him."
Erika nodded, leading Itachi upstairs. As they walked, Itachi's thoughts swirled. So, he's not impressed by my quirk. It's just as I thought.
Once in the room, Erika looked at Itachi with soft, sorrowful eyes. "Are you upset?" she asked quietly.
Itachi nodded slightly. "A little. But not too much. This quirk will evolve in time... they'll understand its value eventually. Let's leave it at that for now."
Erika's eyes widened in admiration, and without a word, she hugged him tightly. "You'll become so strong, even stronger than All Might," she whispered.
Itachi smiled gently but shook his head. "It's not about becoming stronger than All Might, Erika. I want to become a hero for peace. That's my real goal. Not for fame, not for money."
Erika pulled away, smiling warmly at him. "You have a good heart, young master."
Itachi couldn't help but return the smile. "Thank you, Erika."
Then, with a playful tone, he added, "Now, let's go to the kitchen. I'm hungry."
Erika laughed softly and nodded, following him as they headed downstairs to find something to eat They overheard Takashi's voice saying something which made their eyes wide.