"This time, your transfer to the northwestern theater is probably related to him as well." Fugaku looked steadily at Saitama.
"Protect yourself, Saitama!" he emphasized once more.
Saitama smiled, his gaze turning serious as he solemnly nodded to the Uchiha clan head who cared for him.
"Itachi will be going to the battlefield with me this time as well. I'll let him see another side of the ninja world, rather than just the peace and prosperity within Konoha." Mentioning his son, Fugaku smiled, and his tone relaxed somewhat.
"Itachi isn't even four yet, right? Isn't that a little too early?" Saitama cautiously reminded him.
Fugaku did not mind, waving a hand. "As my son, seeing these things sooner will only benefit him. Although Mikoto objects, the world is cruel by nature. The sooner he recognizes reality, the more he will benefit in the future."
Saitama gave him a deep look and said no more. The reasoning was indeed sound.
"Captain, I'll take my leave first. I still need to check on the training grounds."
"Alright. Itachi should be there too. He's been training with those boys lately, and he's actually shaping up quite well." Fugaku was glowing with pride. Itachi's performance had made him immensely proud, sweeping away even the gloom Danzo had brought.
"Mm." Saitama nodded, rose to his feet, and pushed open the door as he left Fugaku's office.
"When you run into this kind of situation, do this... then this..." At the training grounds, Shisui was giving Itachi one-on-one instruction.
"Oh!" Itachi nodded as if he only half understood, imitating Shisui's movements while scratching the back of his head.
"Shisui... Shisui?" When Shisui suddenly stopped moving, Itachi called out several times in confusion. Receiving no response, he turned around to look.
"Saitama!"
Itachi called Saitama big