In my previous world, he was extremely popular, even more so than Naruto himself. But let's be serious for a moment, Itachi is nothing but a son of a bitch who didn't hesitate to kill his entire clan, even his own parents. Nothing can justify the choice to kill one's own blood. He's just a big, manipulable idiot who plays the mysterious card with a backstory that stinks to high heaven.
I sighed once more.
"A little snack before heading back," I thought to myself.
As I placed the remaining meat on the fire, I noticed Itachi staring at me.
"What?"
"Who are you?" he asked with a curious tone.
"None of your business," I snapped.
'Yeah, I'm not in the mood. A little more and I'll grab my kunai to stab him to death, but that would hinder Sasuke's progress. And all because of...'
"Hmmm..., it smells good here!"
A silhouette of about ten years old emerged from the shadows with a slight smile.
"Who?"
Seeing his face, my annoyed expression turned even darker.
It was obviously Shisui Uchiha, the ultimate troublemaker himself.
He sat down, resting his elbow on Itachi's shoulder.
"You've become faster than last time, Itachi, without this tempting smell. I would have never found you."
Itachi, finishing his food, stood up:
"You weren't even going all out, Shisui."
"He he."
Shisui kept staring at the shiny meat on the fire, saliva almost dripping.
"Do you want some?" I offered to the man who would later be known as Shisui the Mirage.
"No," Itachi replied.
'And who wanted to give it to you? If I wanted to give you some, I'd poison it first.'
"And how! I thought you'd never ask."
Shisui quickly grabbed a kunai and skillfully cut off a piece, taking a bite.
"Speak for yourself, Itachi. There's no one bringing me a bento..."
Izumi blushed slightly upon hearing his words.
"Hmm, it's excellent. And by the way, my name is Shisui Uchiha."
"Pleased to meet you, Shisui. You can call me Shikai from the Nara clan," I said distractedly.
It was obviously too late to save the Uchiha clan. Shisui had already filled this idiot's head with ideas of sacrifice for the village, the will of fire, and so on.
'There's only one option left...'
"It's not often that we come across someone like you in the woods," Shisui said, his voice slightly muffled by the food.
I shrugged, feigning indifference. "I could say the same about you. But I imagine the Uchiha like to get lost too."
Shisui didn't respond, but a slight smirk played at the corner of his lips.
'Why do I want to slap him to death?'
As the atmosphere became almost comfortable,
'Show me what you've got, Uchiha prodigy!'
Without warning, I threw my kunai straight at him.
Itachi raised his eyes, his piercing gaze, and barely moved, dodging the kunai with a fluid motion. I was already on him, leaping with a powerful kick. He blocked with one hand, spinning around to counter with a quick palm strike, which I barely managed to dodge.
My fist cut through the air, but Itachi slid to the side, evading with precision before retaliating with an elbow strike aimed at my ribs. I took the hit, gritting my teeth, and retaliated with a sweeping kick that almost unbalanced him.
"Shikai, stop!" Izumi cried, rising hastily.
But I didn't listen. I threw myself at him, using my brute strength to make up for my lack of technique. Itachi continued to avoid my attacks, his movements calm and controlled.
"Interesting," a voice murmured from behind. I threw a quick glance and saw Shisui Uchiha, leaning against a tree, observing with an intrigued smile.
Itachi took advantage of my distraction to counterattack, a swift strike to my plexus making me stumble back a few steps. I spat out a bit of saliva, but a smile stretched across my lips.
I feinted a punch and then pivoted to deliver a powerful side kick. He blocked with his forearms, but I felt the impact shake his balance. His technique was impeccable, but my brute strength surpassed his.
Clenching my fist, I felt my chakra instinctively concentrate in the area. I launched a massive punch; Itachi blocked with his arm, but the impact made him grimace. His arm trembled slightly, a clear sign that he had felt the force of the attack.
"Why are you attacking me?" he asked finally, stepping back a few paces to create some distance.
I took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from my forehead. "I wanted to see if the Uchiha prodigy was as impressive as they say. And you're annoying me; why are you acting so coldly towards such a cute girl?"
[Huh?]
Yeah, let's act like a simpleton and wait for her to die. I need to integrate this trio, and what better way than to have a crush who loves your rival? I just intend to reproduce Obito's tragedy. Plus, it will be useful for my future plans; I already know what character Shikai Nara will be.
End of POV
Izumi, blushing, was the most confused. Just a minute ago, he was telling her to shut up, and now, he was reprimanding Itachi for acting so coldly.
'Is he a tsundere?' she concluded in her mind.
Itachi, on the other hand, was looking at Shikai as if he saw a fool.
"You're just like him," he murmured to himself.
Shisui fixed his gaze, his eyes piercing, before saying calmly: "You have strength, but you lack discipline. If you attack like that without thinking, you won't last long in this world."
I shrugged. "Maybe. I haven't learned the basics yet."
Izumi ran to Itachi, placing a worried hand on his numb arm. "Are you okay?"
"So, you're from the Nara clan?"
"Yeah, but they're too lazy to teach me the basics."
Shisui, still leaning against the tree, burst out laughing. "Not wrong; you do seem a bit different from them, and your strength is a bit unusual for the Nara clan."