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Deciding to explore further, Itachi passed through the gates and wandered the streets of Konoha. The village had grown. It was more developed, more modern than the Konoha he remembered. He spotted Ichiraku's Ramen Shop, now larger and more popular than ever. This place has come a long way, he thought, smiling to himself.
As he walked deeper into the village, his gaze was drawn to the mountain where the Hokages' faces were carved. Two new faces stood proudly beside the older ones—Kakashi and Naruto. Itachi's heart warmed. So, Naruto finally became Hokage, he mused, a soft smile forming. It was a sight that filled him with pride.
Continuing down the streets, something else caught his eye—a large screen displaying images and advertisements. Technology has advanced here too, he noted, impressed. As he turned away, he heard voices nearby. Glancing over, he saw three children walking together.
The first had blonde hair and blue eyes, looking almost identical to Naruto. Another, a boy with white hair and yellow eyes, stood beside him. And walking next to them was a girl with black hair, black eyes, and red glasses. They were chatting, their words carrying clearly to Itachi.
"You're so lucky! Your dad is the coolest shinobi ever," the blonde boy said excitedly, clearly talking to the girl. She sighed and replied, "I really admire Nanadaime. I want to be like him one day."
Itachi observed them quietly, the realization slowly dawning on him. That boy... must be Naruto's son. And the girl... His eyes widened as he studied her more closely. She's Sasuke's daughter.
He watched them as they walked, but then, something unexpected happened. The girl—Sasuke's daughter—stopped in her tracks, her gaze shifting slightly upwards. "Excuse me," she said, her voice cautious but certain. "Are you lost?"
Itachi blinked, surprised. He looked around to see if she was talking to someone else, but there was no one nearby. She was speaking to him. He turned to face her fully, and she looked him in the eyes. "I'm talking to you," she said again.
His eyes widened. She can see me? he thought in disbelief.
The white-haired boy, now looking confused, spoke up. "Sarada, who are you talking to?"
Sarada turned to him, her brow furrowed. "Mitsuki, the man standing right in front of us," she said, gesturing toward Itachi.
The blonde boy, Boruto, glanced around but appeared baffled. "I don't see anyone," he muttered.
Sarada's frustration grew. "Boruto, what are you talking about? He's standing right there!"
Itachi observed the scene closely, the children's confusion and Sarada's certainty. It seems… only she can see me, he concluded, his mind racing to make sense of this dream.
Sarada stared at Itachi, her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. "Guys, seriously… this isn't the time for a joke. He's right in front of me!" she insisted, her voice tinged with frustration.
Boruto shook his head. "I'm serious, Sarada… there's no one there."
Feeling a growing sense of unease, Sarada turned to a passerby. "Excuse me, sir, can you see someone standing here?" she asked, hoping for some validation.
The man glanced at her, frowning. "No. Stop wasting my time." He walked away without another word.
Boruto gave her a skeptical look. "See? There's no one. Maybe the stress from the upcoming Chunin Exam is getting to you."
Sarada's frustration deepened, but as she looked back at Itachi, something in her shifted. His face was calm, yet his eyes shimmered with unshed tears, a faint smile tugging at his lips. His expression was so familiar, so warm, and in that moment, recognition sparked in her mind. But where did she know him from?
Itachi spoke softly, his voice carrying a gentleness that seemed to ease the tension in the air. "I think only you can see me."
Sarada's eyes widened. Why me? she wondered. Turning to her friends, she asked, "Can you hear him?"
Mitsuki shook his head. "We can hear you just fine."
"Not me—him!" Sarada's frustration was rising, but Boruto just chuckled.
"Sarada, you're losing it. This Chunin Exam is making you say the weirdest stuff."
Her anger flared for a moment before she turned back to Itachi. "Who are you?" she demanded.
Itachi glanced around, noticing the growing stares from passersby. "How about we don't draw attention in the middle of the street?" he suggested softly.
Sarada blinked, realizing the scene they were causing. People were watching her talk to seemingly no one. "Fine," she muttered. Then, louder, "I need to go," and without waiting for a response, she whispered to Itachi, "Follow me."
They walked quietly until they reached a secluded garden, hidden from view. Sarada stopped and faced him. "I don't know who you are, but… you seem familiar," she said, her voice softer now, more curious than accusatory.
Itachi's gaze softened. Tears shimmered in his eyes, but his smile remained gentle as he bent down to meet her gaze. "Your father is Sasuke, right?" he asked quietly.
Sarada's eyes went wide with shock. Instinctively, she raised her guard, taking a defensive stance. "How do you know my father?" Her voice was edged with suspicion.
But then she noticed the single tear sliding down Itachi's cheek, the raw emotion in his eyes. Her guard faltered. "He's… he's doing fine," she answered, her voice gentler now, uncertain.
Itachi smiled through his tears, wiping them away quickly as he composed himself. "I'm glad to hear that." There was a bittersweetness in his voice, a weight of unspoken memories.
She still hadn't gotten her answer. "You didn't answer my question. Who are you?"
Itachi's smile deepened, and with a soft sigh, he activated his Sharingan. Sarada's breath hitched. "You're… an Uchiha?" she whispered in disbelief.
He nodded, his smile tinged with sadness. "I used to be."
Sarada blinked, confusion swirling in her mind. "But… how do you know my father? And… you kinda look like him."
Itachi chuckled softly, a sound filled with both warmth and sorrow. "It's good that you don't know me," he said quietly.
"Why not? I want to know," Sarada insisted, her tone carrying the same determined curiosity her father once had as a child.
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