Itachi stared at you with his Sharingan, his expression stoic and unyielding. He remembered you--the child of one of the Uchiha he and Obito had massacred back then. In that fateful moment, Itachi had decided to spare you, along with Sasuke, believing your sickness would claim your life soon enough. How wrong he had been. Now, you stand before him and Kisame, defiant and strong, appearing to be the same age as Sasuke.

"Out of our way," Itachi commanded, his voice cold and authoritative. Beside him, Kisame looked at you with a curious gaze, his shark-like features twisted in a bemused expression.

You stood your ground, a flashback of the past overwhelming your senses. Memories of that night, the blood, the terror, and the stoic face of Itachi haunted you. You blinked, dispelling the remnants of your reverie, and gazed at them with unwavering determination.

You remembered him. Uchiha Itachi. The harbinger of your nightmares, now standing in your path. The years had transformed you, forged your resolve in the crucible of loss and suffering. No longer a sickly child, you faced them with the strength and purpose that had carried you through the shadows of your past.