[It's something about the delivery that is more convincing than anything else: only Itachi would think that simply stating his assertion is enough to confirm his identity. Anyone else would have offered evidence.
Susano'o sets him down onto the sand, though it leaves enough space between them for an attack to be easily deflected.]
I'm not seven anymore. [He's still scrutinizing this Itachi-looking, Itachi-sounding, Itachi-acting child. Is it perhaps some kind of ... echo, a memory left behind in chakra?] How did you come to be in this place?
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Susano'o sets him down onto the sand, though it leaves enough space between them for an attack to be easily deflected.]
I'm not seven anymore. [He's still scrutinizing this Itachi-looking, Itachi-sounding, Itachi-acting child. Is it perhaps some kind of ... echo, a memory left behind in chakra?] How did you come to be in this place?