That's Right, Your Father Is Me, Shimizu!

His ocular power had increased.

His strength was synchronizing with that ocular power.

In that instant, his gaze met his younger brother's.

Sasuke's small face was filled with worry, unable to understand why everyone, usually so harmonious, would have such a major conflict.

Anxiety about the future and concern for his family kept Sasuke's small face taut.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Itachi vaguely saw a trace of white flow through Sasuke's pupils.

If the color of the Sharingan was a blood-like scarlet, then what had just flashed by was like white crystal on a snowy field.

"White?"

That hue vanished in a flash, and Itachi, having already deactivated his Sharingan, could not capture any further information.

Looking at his mother and Shimizu before him, Itachi ultimately suppressed the questions in his heart.

"It's alright, Sasuke. Nothing happened; this was just a drill for ninjas to respond to danger."

Itachi offered Sasuke a smile meant to reassure him, though it looked incredibly forced.

"In that case, I shall return tonight."

Watching the display of brotherly affection, Shimizu's hand reached toward the area below Mikoto's waist...

He gave her peach a hard pinch, then slowly walked away.

Mikoto suppressed that sense of shameless humiliation and stood where she was, acting as if nothing had happened.

But while Itachi had failed to catch that flash of white, he had caught the trajectory of Shimizu's hand.

That place was, quite obviously...

Itachi lowered his head.

So, this is the so-called truth.

Itachi felt the recording device in his ninja tool pouch and felt a sliver of relief.

As long as he waited for a moment when Shimizu and his mother weren't paying attention, he could record their illicit affair.

When the time came, he could even use this to stir up turmoil