Naruto-(Crimson Eyes in a Quirked World)

Itachi could hear Erika returning shortly with the scent of mashed fruits wafting into the room. Erika approached, holding a small bowl and a spoon. "Here we are, young master. A little reward for all your hard work," she said cheerfully, offering the food to Yana.Yana took the spoon and carefully fed Itachi. As he ate, he let his thoughts drift. I may be young now, but soon... I'll grow stronger again, he mused, reflecting on the quirk activation he had heard about. I heard that quirks are activated around the age of four. It will be a new challenge, but I'm ready.With each spoonful of the mashed fruits, Itachi felt his strength returning. The room was filled with a comforting atmosphere as Yana and Erika watched him with affection. Despite his small size and current helplessness, Itachi's resolve remained unwavering. He knew that this life offered him a chance to embrace a new destiny and protect those he cared about.As he finished his meal, he looked up at Yana with a satisfied grin. Yana smiled back, her eyes filled with love and hope for her son's future. "You did great today, Itachi," she said softly, patting his head gently.Erika, observing the moment, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her duties. "He's growing up so well," she said with a smile, watching Itachi's contented expression.At night itachi was in his room sleeping and he stood up and again sat on the medidation position and again try to feel the chakra and for like a hour of medidation he cont feel anything and he sign and thought I could feel any chakra again my body is still weak he sign and layied down and begin to sleep….At his parent room yana was telling him about itachi what he did Takashi you know itachi walked today and he called mama Takashi smile and said that's great wish I could have seen it…and also heart papa from him yana said next time Takashi come with us and hw will show you his walk and say papa Takashi smile and said okay….Time skip to age 4:Itachi, a boy with jet-black hair, sat at his desk, absorbed in a philosophical book. Dressed in a simple white t-shirt and black shorts, he looked far more mature than his four years. Stacks of books on history, quirks, and various deep topics surrounded him. As he flipped through the pages, a soft knock echoed on his door."Come in," he said without looking up.Erika, the family maid, stepped inside, holding a tray with a small cup of coffee. "Young master, I brought the coffee you asked for," she said with a gentle smile.Itachi gave her a brief nod, his eyes never leaving the page. Erika placed the coffee beside him and glanced at the book he was reading, her smile turning into a sigh. "At your age, you should be reading storybooks and playing games," she teased lightly. "Instead, you're buried in all these heavy books. You're turning into such a little nerd."Itachi smirked, closing the book slowly. "Knowledge is important, Erika," he replied in a calm, almost adult-like tone.Erika rolled her eyes, though her expression softened. "Yeah, yeah. Sure, nerd. But coffee? At your age?" She shook her head. "You shouldn't be drinking this stuff."Letting out a small sigh, Itachi leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I like it. Blame my mother—she gave me my first taste, and now I can't stop."Erika sighed again, but this time with a hint of fondness. "Your mother regrets that decision, you know."Itachi chuckled softly, taking a sip of the coffee. His eyes briefly closed as he savored the taste. "It's as good as always," he murmured.Erika smiled at his quiet appreciation and bowed slightly. "I'm glad you think so, young master."As Itachi sipped his coffee, he gazed out of the window before turning to Erika. "Hey, Erika... I've been meaning to ask you something. Can you tell me what your quirk is?" His voice was calm, but curious, as if he was asking about something simple.Erika froze, her usually composed face faltering. She said nothing, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped the tray. Itachi noticed her discomfort, his sharp eyes catching every detail of her expression. He sighed gently, lowering his coffee cup. "If you don't want to tell me, it's alright. You don't have to."Erika swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. It wasn't that she didn't want to tell him—it was the weight of what she feared would come after. She took a breath, summoning the courage to speak. "That's not it, Itachi," she whispered.He studied her for a moment longer, his mind racing. Then, with a soft but knowing tone, he said, "So... let me guess. You're quirkless?"Her face paled, and she squeezed her eyes shut as if trying to block out the world. She pressed her lips tightly together, and Itachi could feel the silent struggle she was facing. After a moment that felt like an eternity, he sighed again, softer this time. "So it's true."Erika's heart sank. She knew it was pointless to hide anything from him—he always saw right through her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she forced herself to speak. "Young master, I... I need this job," she choked out, her voice shaking. "I'm alone. I don't have anyone else... Please, don't make me leave."Itachi stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. His expression darkened for just a moment, making Erika's heart skip a beat. But before she could spiral into her own panic, his voice cut through the silence. "I never said you'd lose your job."Her eyes widened as she looked at him in confusion. He was calm, but there was a depth to his voice that she hadn't heard before. He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming in the small space between them. "But you hurt me, Erika," he continued quietly.