Hi, all! This was the bonus content for chapter 25, as some of you will recall.

When I add a new character to my stories, I often write out a sample future scene to get a feel for how to write the character. There's too much "glowing praise" in this scene for it to be real, so it was an old attempt to figure out how Itachi and Kana work together. (I'll also point out that Kana wasn't as "advanced" as I expected by this point in the story. Ha!) And that's behind-the-scenes in my writing brain for you.


Time: Hypothetical


Somewhere in Konoha, would be about eight years after Kyūbi.


"You're staring at me," I informed him. "It's not an uncharacteristic habit for you, but you don't even have the Sharingan activated."

"You just turned six."

I met his dark eyes boldly, not bothering to stir up a dose of panic. "And you're thirteen. So?"

"You entered the Academy last year."

"Freeing Daddy for open missions, yes."

Itachi frowned. "According to my calculations, you should graduate next year."

"Oh, really."

He glared at me—his nonabrasive, intense, hush-up expression. "You are mature enough to be a genin. Your skill at genjutsu is more than mine was as an Academy student."

I raised my eyebrows. "Isn't that embarrassing."

"Your henges are better than most chūnin's. You are intelligent. With more physical training, you could pass the exam. However, you refuse."

Deep, piercing eyes stared into mine. I shrugged. "What if I don't want to be a ninja? What if I don't want to be my father? What if I don't want to be you? What if I'm still a child?"

"A genin is legally an adult." Well, I'd lived that lie before. It didn't change my life.

"Well, what's wrong with staying a child?"

He looked away, and I knew what he was thinking. In this world, remaining a child was pure selfishness. Those of us who knew this . . . it was our duty to protect the future.


~So I've been working on a different project during this month. Don't worry, I'm not giving up on KK. I should start working on KK again in a few days. I just had to devote a bunch of time to something else for a while. Sorry for the wait! Thanks for still reading, guys. The longer I write, the more I appreciate you readers.