Chapter 1: New World!

Author's Note:

Hey everyone! Thanks for checking out my story! I'm really excited to dive into this unique crossover, where Itachi Uchiha finds himself reborn in the world of My Hero Academia. Itachi's journey from shinobi to hero is something I've been wanting to explore for a while. Expect plenty of action, emotional growth, and some romance as Itachi connects with Kaina! I'd love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to drop a review or comment. Thanks for all your support, and I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it!

Stay tuned for more chapters!

The air was thick with tension as Itachi Uchiha and his brother Sasuke faced Kabuto Yakushi in the dimly lit cavern. The walls echoed with the sound of clashing jutsu, and the ground was scarred from their fierce battle. Kabuto, panting heavily, seemed to be nearing his limit. His once confident demeanor was now replaced with desperation.

"It's no use, Kabuto," Sasuke said, his Sharingan eyes locked onto their opponent. "Your tricks won't work on us."

Kabuto sneered, his snake-like eyes glinting in the dim light. "You underestimate me, Sasuke. I've surpassed Orochimaru. I am the Dragon Sage!"

Kabuto formed a series of hand seals, summoning a massive serpent that lunged at the brothers. Sasuke countered with his Susanoo, the spectral warrior forming a shield to block the attack. The force of the clash sent shockwaves through the cavern.

Itachi watched, his Mangekyo Sharingan analyzing every move. "Sasuke, focus on defense. I'll handle the offense."

Sasuke nodded, reinforcing his Susanoo's defenses. Itachi stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he activated the Amaterasu. Black flames erupted, consuming Kabuto's serpent in an instant. Kabuto hissed in pain, feeling the intense heat.

"You can't defeat me with mere fire!" Kabuto shouted, his body regenerating the damage. He began to weave another set of hand seals, but Itachi was faster.

"Tsukuyomi!" Itachi intoned, catching Kabuto's gaze. The world around Kabuto shifted, plunging him into a nightmarish illusion. He found himself bound, unable to move as countless blades descended upon him.

Inside the genjutsu, Itachi's voice echoed. "Your mind is now my domain. You cannot escape."

Kabuto struggled, but the illusion was too powerful. His mind screamed in agony, and when Itachi finally released him, he was left disoriented and vulnerable.

"Sasuke, now!" Itachi called.

Sasuke's Susanoo drew its blade, slashing at Kabuto with a devastating strike. Kabuto was thrown back, crashing into the cavern wall. Blood trickled from his mouth as he struggled to stand.

"It's over, Kabuto," Itachi said coldly. "Every jutsu has its weakness."

Kabuto's face grew serious. "And this jutsu's weakness," Itachi continued, forming a series of hand signs, "is simply me."

Itachi's voice rang out with finality. "Edo Tensei, release."

Kabuto, enraged, lunged at Itachi. "You bastard!" he screamed. But before he could reach him, Sasuke intervened, striking Kabuto down with a swift slash of his sword.

The jutsu's hold over the resurrected shinobi began to weaken, their souls starting to return to the afterlife. As the light of the Edo Tensei faded, Itachi felt a pull, drawing him into a void. Before fully succumbing to the pull, Itachi turned to Sasuke, knowing this would be their last moment together for a long time.

"Sasuke," Itachi said, his voice softer than usual.

Sasuke's expression softened, but his eyes remained intense. "What is it, Itachi?"

"I want you to know... I'm proud of you," Itachi said, pride evident in his voice. "You've grown into a powerful shinobi. Stronger than I ever was."

Sasuke's eyes widened slightly. "Itachi..."

"It's up to you now," Itachi continued. "Protect the village, find your own path, and live your life to the fullest."

Sasuke nodded, struggling to hold back his emotions. "I will, Itachi. I promise."

Itachi approached Sasuke and placed his hand behind Sasuke's head, pulling him close so their foreheads touched. "You never have to forgive me," Itachi whispered. "From here on out, you do whatever you want. I will always love you."

A rare smile crossed Itachi's lips. "Goodbye, Sasuke. We will meet again."

As the light enveloped him, Itachi's form began to fade. Sasuke watched, his heart heavy but resolute, knowing that his brother's words would guide him in the years to come.

Itachi felt as though he were floating on the surface of water, a tranquil sensation enveloping him. He opened his eyes and found himself in a pitch-dark area with shallow water up to his ankles. The silence was profound, broken only by the faint ripples around his feet.

Sensing a presence behind him, Itachi turned to see a figure sitting in the air as if levitating in a meditative position. The figure had a warm smile and an aura of immense power. It was Hagoromo Otsutsuki, the Sage of Six Paths.

"Welcome, Itachi Uchiha," Hagoromo greeted him, his voice resonating with power. "You have done well to come this far."

"Hagoromo Otsutsuki," Itachi acknowledged with a respectful bow. "Why am I here? Why have you brought me here?"

"I have watched your journey, and I see the potential within you," Hagoromo explained. "So, I decided to give you a new life in another world, a form of reincarnation."

Itachi's eyes widened. "As you said, you watched my journey. So why are you giving me a chance? I should be in hell for what I have done to my family."

Hagoromo smiled warmly. "You did what you did to protect your village, which says a lot about your character. About your actions with your family, yes, they were severe, and I could have sent you to hell. But I cannot waste the potential you have, boy."

Itachi bowed respectfully. "Thank you. So, I will be in the shinobi world, right?"

Hagoromo shook his head. "This time, you will be in another world entirely different from the shinobi world. There are many powerful beings there as well. That's why I offer you a gift—a power Itachi listened intently as Hagoromo continued. "With time, your eyes will evolve naturally, but should someone close to you perish, they will unlock the External Mangekyo Sharingan, a power beyond the Mangekyo."

Itachi felt a surge of gratitude and determination. "I will not waste this chance. Thank you, Hagoromo-sama."

Understanding the gravity of the gift, Itachi nodded. "Thank you, Sage. I will use this power wisely. Itachi approached the Sage of Six Paths, Hagoromo, and asked, "I have something to ask you, Sage."

Hagoromo smiled. "Let me guess—you want to meet your parents?"

Itachi widened his eyes in surprise. "How did you know?"

Hagoromo's smile softened. "I can sense your feelings, my child. I will give you a chance to meet them, but only for a short time. You have ten minutes."

Itachi nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Sage. I will use that time wisely."

Hagoromo waved his hand, creating a portal. Through it stepped Itachi's family and his best friend, Shisui. Mikoto and Fugaku looked at Itachi with wide eyes, and Shisui followed, smiling.

"Hi, Itachi," Shisui greeted.

"Hi," Itachi replied, feeling a sudden wave of emotion. His mother, Mikoto, ran to him, tears streaming down her face as she embraced him tightly.

"My Itachi," she cried.

Itachi hugged her back, tears welling up. "Mother, I'm sorry. Father, I'm sorry."

Fugaku approached and smiled. "It's good to have you back, Itachi."

Itachi froze for a moment. Feeling the tension, Mikoto asked, "What's wrong, Itachi?"

With a pause, Itachi explained, "The Sage of Six Paths, Hagoromo, told me he is giving me a new life."

Mikoto looked at the Sage, who nodded. She cried into Itachi's chest, and Fugaku placed a comforting hand on Itachi's shoulder. "So you've made up your mind?"

"Yes, I have, Father," Itachi replied.

Fugaku smiled proudly. "I am so proud of you, Itachi."

Mikoto broke the hug and said, "Itachi, my boy, whatever you do, I will always love you."

Itachi remembered saying the same words to Sasuke. Smiling through his tears, he said, "I love you too."

Shisui, who had been watching, tried to lighten the mood. "Itachi, you've become a crybaby."

Everyone smiled, and Itachi moved towards Shisui, hugging him. "I'm sorry, my friend."

Shisui laughed. "Don't mind that, bro. Live happily and find many girlfriends."

Mikoto, from behind, scolded, "Hey, don't teach my son such things, you spoiled child!"

They all laughed, and Hagoromo watched with a gentle expression. Itachi looked at the Sage and understood that time was running out. Turning to his family and friend, he said, "Time is over. I have to leave."

As he began to fade, Mikoto called out, "Stay safe, my baby."

Itachi nodded. "Okay, Mother."

Fugaku said, "Stay strong."

Shisui added, "Live your life to the fullest."

Hagoromo smiled, and with a wave of his hand, Itachi felt his consciousness fade again, the voices of his loved ones echoing in his mind.

As Itachi awoke, he opened his eyes to darkness, feeling softness all around him. He tried to speak but couldn't, and he thought, "I think I am in my new mother's womb." He noticed a small opening of light and crawled toward it, thinking how strange it felt, but knowing it was the nature of things. As he emerged into a world so bright, he had to squint until his eyes adjusted.

When his vision cleared, he saw a doctor holding him, smiling, and announcing, "It's a boy!" As a newborn, Itachi could now hear voices and observe his surroundings. He noticed the advanced infrastructure of the hospital and thought, "This place, or rather, this world, is more advanced."

The doctor passed him to his mother, and Itachi saw her—she had long black hair and onyx eyes. Lying in bed, she looked at him with a warm, though tired, smile and said, "My baby..." Itachi stared at her, and the nurse beside her remarked, "I think he recognizes you, Miss Yaoyorozu... Look, he's looking right at you—so cute!" Itachi thought to himself, "So, she is my mother... and my surname is Yaoyorozu."

After a moment, the door to the ward opened, and all eyes turned toward a man who entered. He was tall, wearing a black suit with a white shirt and tie. His black hair and onyx eyes matched those of the woman holding Itachi. Itachi looked at him and thought, That must be my father... judging by his appearance, I can tell we're wealthy. His thoughts were confirmed when his mother called out, "Takashi, look, it's a boy."

Takashi's stoic expression softened as he looked at his wife with a warm smile. He walked over to her, took her hand gently, and asked, "How are you feeling, Yana?"

Itachi, observing the exchange, thought, So my mother's name is Yana, and my father's name is Takashi. As he watched them together, he smiled internally, thinking, It's good they have a strong relationship.

Yana looked down at her baby and noticed his small smile. "Look, Takashi, he's smiling!" she exclaimed. Takashi, his father, leaned in and gently took Itachi into his arms. "What should we name him?" he asked Yana, who began to think.

The first word that came to her mind was "Itachi." Takashi noticed the baby's surprised reaction and repeated the name, "Itachi." He smiled and said, "It has a good ring to it... but why Itachi?"

Yana smiled softly and replied, "I don't know. I was going to name him Shin, but it's as if someone whispered 'Itachi' in my mind."

Takashi chuckled and said, "Well, whatever it is, I like the name. Itachi Yaoyorozu… it suits him."

Yana nodded with a smile. "Yes," she agreed.

Takashi then said with pride, "And I know for a fact that he'll become a great hero and inherit our quirks." Yana's smile faltered slightly, but she quickly masked her unease and replied, "Yeah, you're right."

Itachi, meanwhile, was deep in thought, The same name as before... This must be the work of Otsutsuki-sama. The words "quirks" and "hero" caught his attention, and he pondered, Quirks? Hero? What are those? Inherit… it must be some sort of superpower. He then made a mental note, I'll have to check for chakra when I turn four, because I can't sense any chakra from them or the surroundings.

Suddenly, he felt a wave of hunger hit him. Babies communicate by crying, he thought, and with that realization, Itachi began to cry.

Takashi looked at the baby and asked, "Yana, why is he crying?"

Yana smiled softly and said, "I think he's hungry." The nurse, standing nearby, nodded and added, "Yes, it's feeding time."

Yana gently took Itachi into her arms. "He needs his mother's milk," she said, holding him close.

Hearing this, Itachi felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, but he quickly rationalized, It's necessary for survival. As he was brought closer for breastfeeding, Itachi sweatdropped inwardly but accepted the situation. This is... part of the process, he thought, trying to calm his mind.

After a moment, Takashi said, "I have to leave now," and glanced at the doctor. "So, when will they be discharged?" he asked.

The doctor smiled and replied, "After she feeds the baby, in about three hours, she'll be ready for discharge."

Takashi nodded, then turned to his wife, Yana. "I won't be able to come back, but I'll send a vehicle to pick you up. I've also arranged for a maid to help with taking care of the baby so you can rest."

Yana smiled warmly. "Okay."

Takashi returned her smile, kissed her forehead, and gently patted Itachi's head. "I'll take my leave now," he said before walking out.

Itachi watched him go, then looked up at his mother, thinking with a small smile, This really might be the beginning of my new life… His thoughts briefly flickered to his previous mother, Mikoto Uchiha, and then back to Yana, who was smiling at him.

"My baby," she said softly, looking down at him. "I know you'll inherit our quirk, but... even if you don't, it doesn't matter to me. I will still love you."

Hearing this, Itachi thought, They want me to inherit their powers? There are so many questions…

Afterward, Yana gently placed Itachi in a cradle and began packing her things. A while later, she picked him up, and there was a knock at the ward door.

"Come in," Yana called, and a woman entered. She had blonde hair tied into a ponytail, green eyes, stood about 5'5", and wore glasses along with a maid's outfit.

"Miss Yaoyorozu?" the woman asked.

Yana smiled and nodded. "You must be the maid Takashi appointed."

The woman bowed and nodded again. Yana continued, "Could you help carry some of the things?"

The maid gathered some items, and as she did, she noticed Itachi looking up at her. "He looks so cute!" she exclaimed, before quickly covering her mouth and apologizing.

Yana laughed softly. "No need for apologies. What's your name?"

The maid straightened up and said, "Erika Ichikawa."

Yana smiled warmly. "Well then, Ichikawa-san, let's go."

Erika nodded with a smile, and they both left the hospital. On the way, Erika asked, "What's his name, Miss Yaoyorozu?"

Yana smiled as they walked. "His name is Itachi Yaoyorozu."

Erika blinked. "That's a very unique name."

Yana chuckled. "Yes, my husband had the same reaction, but..." She looked down at Itachi, who seemed calm in her arms. "He likes the name."

Erika nodded, and Itachi, still in his mother's arms, thought, She must be the personal maid Father mentioned. But his mind was still preoccupied with Yana's earlier words. Whatever their quirks are, I don't think they have my power. What will they think if I don't inherit their quirks?

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, they stepped outside the hospital. Itachi's eyes widened as he observed the bustling world around him. Towering buildings reached toward the sky, and people walked by—some looking normal, while others had features like fishmen, horns, or unusual sizes. Some were incredibly tall, while others were unusually short.

This place is so different from my previous life, Itachi thought as they left the hospital together, entering a world full of new possibilities.

The buildings were much taller than those in his old village, and the technology seemed far more advanced. Itachi also noticed various vehicles moving around, ranging from large trucks to small cars.

Yana noticed Itachi's curious gaze and smiled. "What are you looking at, Itachi?" she asked softly.

Erika looked at him as well and smiled. "I think he's observing his surroundings."

Yana chuckled. "My baby is going to be very intelligent."

Just then, their driver arrived. Dressed in a white shirt, pants, and a matching cap, he greeted them politely, "Hello, ma'am, I've come to pick you up."

Yana nodded, and the driver opened the door for her. She carefully sat down with Itachi in her arms, while Erika followed, sitting beside her. Once they were settled, the driver began the journey to their mansion.

Itachi continued to take in the unfamiliar sights, feeling a mixture of curiosity and wonder. This world was completely different from the one he had known. As he glanced around, he noticed Erika trying to get his attention, waving at him with a playful smile. He couldn't help but sweatdrop at her efforts, thinking, I'm still a child, so this is normal. I used to do this with Sasuke when he was small.

When Itachi finally looked at Erika, she smiled and said excitedly, "He looked at me!"

Yana, smiling, responded, "Yes, he did." Itachi then turned to his mother and gave her a small smile, which Yana returned warmly.

A short while later, the driver spoke up, "Ma'am, we've arrived."

Yana nodded as the main gate opened, revealing the mansion. Itachi gazed out the window, astonished. Is this really our home? How many people live here? I knew my family was wealthy, but this much?

The car stopped in the center of the driveway, and the driver once again opened the door for Yana. She carefully took Itachi in her arms as Erika followed behind, carrying their belongings. As they stepped inside, Itachi noticed several staff members bowing respectfully.

The mansion itself was luxurious, with grand halls and intricate decor. There were five maids, one butler, and a chef—all of whom greeted Yana and Itachi with deference.

As Yana and Itachi entered the mansion, the staff warmly welcomed them, saying, "Welcome, Miss Yaoyorozu, and to the new little member." Yana nodded graciously and sat on the sofa, holding Itachi in her arms. The maids, seeing the baby, murmured amongst themselves, "Ah, he's so cute! He looks just like Miss Yaoyorozu."

Some of the maids even brought out toys, trying to get Itachi's attention. He couldn't help but sweatdrop, thinking, I suppose it's normal for them to act this way since I'm just a newborn. Yana smiled at him fondly and said, "He's a little grumpy, isn't he?" The maids giggled at her comment, and as Itachi gave a small smile in response, one of the maids exclaimed, "Ah, he laughed! He's even cuter now!"

Yana, seeing Itachi smile, called over Erika and said, "Ichikawa-san, please take care of my baby." Erika smiled warmly, bowing respectfully, "Of course, Miss Yaoyorozu. I'll take good care of him."

Erika gently took Itachi into her arms, and as she did, Yana instructed, "Ichikawa-san, can you take him to his room and make sure he sleeps? If he cries, bring him to my room. Understood?"

Before Erika could respond, the butler, Joe, entered the room. He was an older man, around 70, with a kind and respectful demeanor. "Mrs. Yaoyorozu, there was a meeting scheduled, but I've postponed it to next week."

Yana nodded gratefully, "Great job, Joe."

Joe glanced at Itachi and remarked with a smile, "This child looks just like you, Mrs. Yaoyorozu."

Yana smiled softly, "Yes, he does." Joe continued, "I have no doubt that he will elevate the Yaoyorozu name to new heights."

With a proud smile, Yana patted Itachi's head and said, "I know he will." Itachi, now feeling drowsy, thought, This baby's body is so weak and lacks stamina... His eyelids grew heavy as sleep overtook him.

Erika noticed this and said, "Ma'am, may I take him to his room? He seems quite sleepy."

Yana looked at her son, now asleep in Erika's arms, and couldn't help but gush, "Ah, he looks so cute!" Realizing everyone was watching, she cleared her throat and said more calmly, "Ichikawa-san, take him to his room."

Erika nodded and took Itachi to his room, gently placing him in the cradle. She sat in front of him, watching him with a smile.

In the middle of the night, Itachi woke up, feeling hunger gnawing at him. I'm hungry... he thought, realizing there was no one around to help. As a newborn, he knew his only option was to cry for food, and so, reluctantly, he began to cry. Moments later, Erika quickly entered his room. She's fast, Itachi thought, a little surprised at her speed.

With a gentle smile, Erika picked him up and said softly, "You must be hungry, right on time according to my calculations." She cradled him carefully and carried him to Yana's room. After knocking, she heard Yana's voice call, "Come in."

Yana saw Itachi crying and immediately understood. "He's hungry, isn't he?" she asked, her smile warm as always.

"Yes, Miss Yaoyorozu," Erika replied with a respectful bow. "He's hungry."

Yana nodded, reaching out for her son. "Give him to me, I'll feed him."

Erika handed Itachi over, and Yana began to breastfeed him. Not long after, Takashi entered the room, catching sight of Yana feeding Itachi while Erika stood by. With a smile, he said, "Looks like my boy was hungry." Yana looked up at him and returned the smile. "Welcome back, Takashi."

The maid bowed politely and then left the room. Takashi glanced back at his wife and child, then said, "I'll go change." He disappeared into the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later in casual clothes. By this time, Itachi had finished feeding and was lying contentedly in Yana's arms, his hunger satisfied.

As Yana played with Itachi, he simply stared back at her, inwardly thinking, I need to grow up fast... Meanwhile, Takashi approached them, smiling as he took Itachi into his arms. "He looks just like you, Yana."

Yana chuckled softly. "And he'll be just as intelligent as me, too."

Takashi sweatdropped at the comment, but played along. "Sure..." Then, more seriously, he asked, "But do you think he'll inherit your quirk?"

Yana fell silent for a moment. "Is it really the time for that, Takashi? He's just been born," she replied, her tone calm but slightly exasperated.

"I know," Takashi said, handing Itachi back to Yana. "I just want him to be strong and become a hero. To do that, he'll need to inherit our quirks. You understand, right?"

Yana nodded quietly, though her expression had shifted slightly. Itachi could feel the tension in the air, and inwardly sighed. This hunger for power... he thought.

Breaking the silence, Yana called out, "Ichikawa-san."

Erika promptly opened the door, bowing politely as she entered. "Yes, Miss Yaoyorozu?"

Yana handed Itachi over to Erika and said, "He's sleepy now. Take him to his room and put him to bed."

With a nod, Erika took Itachi and carried him back to his room, gently placing him in the cradle. As the night's events replayed in Itachi's mind, his baby body once again surrendered to sleep.

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, Hina."

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.