Chapter 66
"Hello, Itachi. I'm your father's subordinate—I came by today to visit him specifically," said Saitama. Though he was only seven or eight years old, his calm demeanor and sharp gaze made it hard to associate him with an ordinary child.
As he reached out to pat Itachi on the head, intending to be friendly, the boy instinctively stepped back, his expression alert and wary, as if guarding against a potential threat.
"Uh..." Saitama awkwardly retracted his hand, realizing the situation. "I really am—"
Click. The door slid open.
"Saitama? You're here early," Fugaku said as he stepped into view. Itachi's eyes brightened immediately, and he quickly darted around Saitama to cling to his father's leg.
"Father!"
"Team leader," Saitama greeted, bowing his head respectfully. The awkwardness from moments before vanished instantly.
"Come in," Fugaku said, waving a hand. He ruffled Itachi's hair a few times with his right hand before gently flicking the boy's forehead.
"Itachi, stay inside today. Your brother Saitama is a guest in our home—you need to learn how to treat guests properly."
"Okay!" Itachi replied obediently, casting a curious glance at Saitama.
They walked to the living room, where Saitama was still holding a neatly wrapped gift.