Itachi and Shisui

When the blazing midday sun hung high in the sky, and all the old and young people of Konoha were still packing their luggage.

A baby's cry from the hospital had actually stirred up the entire village.

Because Uchiha Itachi had been born.

And today was June 9th.

The four people who emerged one after another from the rectangular spatial gate found themselves standing before the hospital entrance.

Shin waited until the spatial gate had fully closed before stepping inside.

With his wealth of experience, he believed changing Kaguya was merely a matter of time.

What mattered most now was properly "meeting" this dear grandnephew of his.

Mikoto lay in the hospital room, watching the uncle and nephew's "loving interaction" with gentle eyes.

Shin narrowed his eyes and stared straight into Itachi's large eyes.

He had maintained that posture for nearly half an hour.

Those blinking eyes and that chubby little face, still without tear troughs, were hard to connect to the man in his memories.

"Itachi? Who came up with that name?"

Fugaku, holding his son, bent down slightly and displayed his large square face. "Itachi is said to be an incarnation of the Yatagarasu, possessing the spirit of loyalty, fearlessness, and courage..."

The higher his brows rose as he spoke, the more Shin doubted the authenticity of that legend.

"Isn't an itachi a symbol of calamity, an omen of death?"

"My foolish brother, aren't carnivorous mustelids basically weasels?"

The entire hospital room fell silent.

Even Mikoto, who had been smiling just moments ago, and the Uchiha couple fell silent.

"Ahem..." This was Shin's first time experiencing such cultural differences. "Anyway, all these legends are Black Zetsu's nonsense. Who knows what's real and what's fake?"

He reached out with both hands and tugged at Itachi's chubby little cheeks. "Are