I Am Fugaku Uchiha

Fugaku carefully unrolled the scroll, unveiling the surprise he had prepared for Itachi. To their delight, nestled within the parchment was a remarkably large teddy bear, a nostalgic reminder of the one Itachi had cherished in his childhood.

Mikoto's eyes widened with surprise at the sight of the plush toy. "Did you get that for him?" she inquired, a mix of curiosity and joy in her voice.

With a proud grin, Fugaku confirmed, "Yes, indeed! Come on, let's go give him a delightful surprise!"

He effortlessly swung the oversized bear onto his shoulder, ready for the reveal.

Mikoto beamed and eagerly agreed, linking her arm with Fugaku's as they made their way to the garden.

A perplexed expression crossed Fugaku's face as he registered the unmistakable sound of shuriken piercing wood before he even reached the garden.

Intrigued, he quickened his pace, wondering what unexpected activity awaited him there. The garden, however, appeared transformed since his last visit, adorned with numerous targets.

In the middle of the garden, a two-year-old boy with black hair and eyes, dressed in the Uchiha clan’s clothes, was throwing kunai at the targets one after another.

As he surveyed the scene, his attention was drawn to a surprising sight in the middle of the garden: a two-year-old boy, adorned in traditional Uchiha clan attire, diligently hurling kunai at the targets with impressive precision.

Not every throw found the bullseye, but each kunai firmly embedded itself into the target positioned ten meters away.

Stunned, Fugaku couldn't help but marvel at the incredible display. Was this his son? Could a two-year-old possess such accuracy and strength with kunai? A wave of disbelief swept over him, questioning if his own powers were being inherited by his remarkable child.

The young boy sensed someone's presence behind him and turned, his expression reflecting a mixture of confusion and innocence. Fugaku stood, utterly captivated by the scene unfolding before him.

Mikoto, realizing the potential vagueness of their son's memories due to Fugaku's prolonged absence, approached and squatted down beside the talented toddler.

She gently stroked Itachi's head, smiling as she said, "Itachi, say 'Daddy.' You've missed your dad, haven't you?"

With that in mind, she walked over and squatted down, stroking Itachi’s head and smiling. “Itachi, say ‘Daddy’. You’ve been missing your dad, haven’t you?”

Itachi, now comprehending, broke into a warm and joyful smile. With boundless enthusiasm, he darted toward Fugaku, shouting, "Daddy!"

Still cradling the cuddly bear in his hands, Fugaku found himself in a daze as his son, Itachi, rushed towards him. The shock of the unexpected reunion lingered as he instinctively squatted down, enfolding the two-year-old in a subconscious embrace.

Uchiha Itachi, noticing the plush toy in Fugaku's hands, paused in his approach, a moment of surprise registering on his young face. Recovering quickly, he smiled and inquired, "Is this... what Daddy bought for me?"

Caught off guard, Fugaku managed an awkward chuckle. "Uh, haha, yes, something like that."

Contemplating the stark contrast between his precocious son's abilities and the innocent joy derived from a cuddly bear, Fugaku couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief.

The gap between the two facets of Itachi's personality—thinking like a Hokage at the tender age of seven and adeptly handling kunai at two—was undeniably vast.

In the midst of these musings, Fugaku found himself arching his eyebrows as he looked at the son cradled in his arms. The resemblance was striking, with the adorable face before him mirroring his own. The undeniable feeling of a blood connection lingered, challenging the disbelief that sought to overshadow it.

Beside him, Mikoto observed Fugaku's internal conflict with an understanding smile. The complexity of emotions playing across her husband's face didn't escape her notice.

Itachi, seizing the cuddly bear from Fugaku's hand, expressed his affection. "Dad, I love this toy. Can I have it?"

He asked, his innocence bringing a sense of warmth to the moment. With cheerful exuberance, Itachi hugged the teddy bear and proceeded to the living room to immerse himself in solitary play.

Was the two-year-old attempting to console him? The notion seemed surreal. Fugaku couldn't shake the nagging question—was Itachi truly only two years old, or was he a transmigrator, a being displaced from another time or world?

"Mikoto, how can you let him play with Kunai? He could hurt himself at such a young age!" Fugaku exclaimed, his concern evident in his voice.

In his understanding of the world, most two-year-olds were just beginning to form coherent sentences, not engaging in activities that involved potentially dangerous weapons.

Mikoto, sensing her husband's worry, gently grabbed Fugaku's arm and offered a reassuring smile. "I was worried at first too, but after a few times, I saw that he was fine. So, I let him be."

Perplexed, Fugaku inquired, "Did you teach him how to throw kunai?"

Mikoto smiled and shook her head. "It wasn't me; it was Shisui! Itachi begged him to teach him!"

"Shisui?" Fugaku was taken aback by Mikoto's revelation. His long absence from home had left him unaware of the dynamics that had unfolded in his family.

Learning from Mikoto, he discovered that Itachi, yearning to emulate his father, had been eager to absorb stories about Fugaku. Shisui, a frequent visitor, had willingly taken on the role of teaching the young prodigy how to throw kunai.

As Fugaku processed this information, he grappled with the realization that things had evolved differently from what he remembered. His initial assumption of having compelled Itachi to learn kunai seemed to have shifted.

Was it because of the changed circumstances or his own evolving approach as a transmigrator? The mystery deepened as he contemplated Itachi's astounding intelligence and strength, pondering whether it was an inherent trait or something akin to a character from an anime.

Questions swirled in Fugaku's mind: was he destined to be reborn in Mikoto's womb, and did reincarnation even exist in this world? Doubt lingered, and the only reference he could find was the concept of the transmigration of Indra and Asura's chakras.

Fugaku furrowed his brow in contemplation. Recalling his experiences in his original world, the notion of exceptionally talented children seemed more plausible to him.

However, he decided to push aside such thoughts and shook his head, reminding himself to appreciate the intelligence and abilities his son displayed rather than getting entangled in the intricacies of his existence.

Setting aside the mysteries, Fugaku chose to focus on the present. The specifics of whether Itachi was a reincarnator or a transmigrator became secondary to the fact that he was undeniably Fugaku's blood.

With a renewed sense of contentment, Fugaku smiled and beckoned to Itachi, who was engrossed in play with the teddy bear in the living room. "Come on, Itachi, come here!"

Eagerly, Itachi dashed towards Fugaku, who gracefully squatted down and tenderly caressed his son's head. In this moment of fatherly affection, Fugaku encouraged, "Son, what do you wish for your birthday? Tell your dad!"

Itachi pondered for a while before uttering his desire. "Dad, teach me how to throw a shuriken!"

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