Naruto-(Crimson Eyes in a Quirked World)

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.

In the grand hall, Yana and Takashi watched as Erika led Itachi to his room. Yana glanced at Takashi, her voice tinged with irritation. "You don't seem impressed, Takashi."

Takashi crossed his arms, his expression hard. "What did he say his quirk was again? Seeing everything in slow motion... Is that it?"

Yana's eyes narrowed, defensive. "And predicting movements, which is a very powerful quirk, Takashi."

Takashi shook his head, dismissive. "He's not going to be a great hero, Yana."

Yana's anger flared, her voice rising. "What are you saying, Takashi? Itachi has a quirk. He will become a hero. I believe in him."

Takashi sighed, frustration evident. "Okay, let's say he becomes a hero. What's he going to do? Dodge attacks all day? What about offense? How will he handle someone with a strong physical quirk?"

Yana fell silent, the weight of Takashi's words hitting her. She didn't know how to respond.

Takashi took her silence as validation. "Exactly. Even if he trains his body, he'll never stand a chance against someone with superior strength. If he had inherited my quirk, maybe he could've become a renowned hero. But instead, he got something else... a weak, useless quirk. He's practically quirkless."

Yana's face flushed with anger. "Takashi, mind your words—"

Before she could finish, her eyes widened in shock. Standing at the base of the stairs, quietly watching, was Itachi. His face was expressionless, but his eyes—his eyes told a different story. Beside him, Erika gripped his hand tightly, her face pale.

"Itachi..." Yana whispered, her heart breaking as she realized he had heard everything.

Takashi turned, his eyes meeting his son's narrow, sad gaze. He sighed, trying to compose himself. "I told you to stay in your room, Itachi."

Itachi's eyes were filled with sorrow and hurt, yet his voice remained calm. "I was hungry... so we were heading to the kitchen." His voice was quiet but firm. "But I heard everything."

Yana's heart shattered at the sight of her son, his small body carrying the weight of emotions far too heavy for him. "Itachi, I—"

He nodded slightly, acknowledging her words, but said nothing more. With measured steps, he descended the stairs and headed straight for the kitchen, Erika following behind silently.

In the kitchen, Itachi quietly took some food and turned back toward his room. As he passed his mother, Yana's eyes filled with shock as she noticed his quirk had activated, two tomoe spinning slowly in his eyes.

"Itachi... your eyes..." she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief.

Itachi looked at her, his face still emotionless, yet his eyes carried the weight of sadness that no child should bear. "Thank you, mother," he said softly before turning and walking back to his room, leaving Yana standing there, frozen, her heart torn between guilt and sorrow.

As Itachi entered his room, the air felt heavier. The door clicked softly behind him as Erika stood near the cradle, hesitant. She looked at Itachi, her heart aching for the young boy who had endured too much for his age.

"Itachi..." she began, but he raised a small hand, his gaze still calm but distant.

"Erika," he said softly, "Could you leave me for a moment?"

Surprised by the maturity in his voice, she hesitated but nodded. "Of course, young master." She offered him a gentle smile, though her eyes shimmered with worry. After one last glance, she quietly exited, leaving Itachi alone with his thoughts.