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You did great, Itachi," she complimented, her voice filled with genuine admiration.
Itachi simply nodded, his expression calm as always. But an idea sparked in his mind, something he wanted to test. Without saying another word, he turned and headed inside, making his way to his mother's room.
Reaching the door, he knocked softly.
"Come in," Yana's gentle voice called from inside.
Itachi opened the door and stepped into the room, finding his mother sitting with Momo, who was happily giggling in her arms. Yana smiled at him, her usual warmth showing through. "What is it, dear?"
Itachi hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Mother, I need your help."
Yana raised an eyebrow, curious. "Of course, name it," she replied, smiling warmly at him.
"I want you to make a gun for me," Itachi said plainly.
Yana's smile vanished, replaced by a look of shock. "What?! A gun?!" she nearly shouted, her voice rising in disbelief. "What could you possibly need a gun for, Itachi?"
"Yes, a gun," Itachi repeated, his tone steady.
Yana's eyes widened in a mix of confusion and concern. "What will you do with a gun? Why would you need something so dangerous?"
Itachi sighed, realizing his mother had misunderstood. "I want you to fire it at me."
Her expression immediately shifted to one of anger. "No!" she exclaimed, standing up from her seat with Momo still in her arms. "I will not do that, Itachi. What kind of request is that?"
Seeing her reaction, Itachi quickly tried to explain. "No, no, Mother. Not what you're thinking."
Yana stared at him, still angry, but now confused. "Then what is it, Itachi? Do you think this is a joke? Do you understand how dangerous guns are? What if the bullet hits you? You could be seriously hurt, or worse!"
"Mother, please hear me out," Itachi pleaded. His voice remained calm but respectful. "I don't mean a real bullet. I want you to fire a gun with dummy bullets."
Yana blinked, her anger softening slightly as she tried to understand. "Dummy bullets…?"
Itachi nodded. "Yes. I've been testing my reflexes and using everything I can—baseball throwing machines, anything that simulates speed. But everything is too slow. My Sharingan lets me see things so clearly, and I need something faster. Something that could push me."
Yana's face softened, but her concern was still evident. "But…a gun, Itachi? Even with dummy bullets, it's dangerous."
"I'll be fine, Mother. I wouldn't ask this if I wasn't sure," Itachi assured her, his tone firm but gentle. "I need to push my limits."
Yana looked into her son's eyes, seeing the determination there, but also the care. He wasn't asking recklessly. He was calculated and calm, like always. She let out a deep sigh, holding Momo close as she considered his request.
"Let me think about it, Itachi," Yana finally said, her voice more composed. "I understand what you're trying to do, but I'm still your mother. I don't want to put you at risk."
Itachi nodded in understanding. "Thank you, Mother. That's all I ask."
With that, he bowed respectfully and left the room, leaving Yana deep in thought. She glanced down at Momo, who giggled up at her, blissfully unaware of the conversation that had just taken place.
Yana, still processing the weight of Itachi's request, placed Momo gently in her cradle. She couldn't help but worry, but deep down, she understood her son's determination. Using her quirk, she crafted a Glock 34 and some rubber bullets, perfect for simulating real gunfire but without the fatal danger.
She walked outside, where Itachi and Erika were standing in the backyard, training as usual. The sight of her son, so young yet already so disciplined and focused, made her heart swell with both pride and concern. Taking a deep breath, she called out, "Itachi!"
Itachi turned at the sound of his mother's voice and saw her approaching, holding the gun and a box of rubber bullets. A small smile appeared on his usually stoic face. "Thank you, Mother," he said calmly.
Yana, still unsure about what they were about to do, glanced at Erika. "Erika, go inside and watch over Momo. She's alone right now."
Erika nodded, sensing the seriousness in Yana's tone. Without argument, she headed inside, leaving just Yana and Itachi in the backyard.
Yana walked toward the center of the yard, her grip on the gun firm but hesitant. "Itachi…this isn't a good idea," she said, her voice laced with worry. "Even with rubber bullets, this could be dangerous."
Itachi met his mother's gaze, his Sharingan activated, red eyes spinning with purpose. "Don't worry, Mother. That's why I asked for the rubber bullets. I need to push myself to become faster. To react quicker."
Yana looked at him for a moment, seeing not just her son but the warrior he was becoming. She let out a small sigh, still conflicted, but she nodded. "Alright, Itachi. But I'm not comfortable with this."
Itachi stood in the middle of the backyard, taking a deep breath. "I'll be fine. Just shoot every round, non-stop."
Yana swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She raised the gun, her hands trembling slightly. Her motherly instinct screamed against what she was about to do, but she knew Itachi wouldn't have asked if he didn't believe in his abilities.
"Are you ready?" Yana asked, her voice a little shaky.
Itachi's Sharingan spun, focusing intently on her movements. He gave a firm nod. "Yes. I'm ready."
Yana hesitated for just a second longer before squeezing the trigger. The first shot rang out, the rubber bullet speeding toward Itachi. But before Yana could even register it, Itachi had already dodged, his movements swift and precise.
She fired again. And again. Rapidly, in succession, just as Itachi had asked. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she watched her son dodge every single bullet, moving fluidly as if he could see each one coming a split second before it was fired.
Itachi's Sharingan was fully engaged, every motion of Yana's hands, every trigger pull, and every bullet's path was visible to him in slow motion. He moved with an almost supernatural grace, weaving and dodging each shot as if it were second nature.
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