Izuna followed after his brother, having added at least a few odds and ends about managing to snatch a sword from a pathetic Senju along with samples of a new wood jutsu. Itachi watched them go, until his entire field of vision was taken up by a pair of angry sharingan.

It was not difficult for Tajima to seize him. He was weak for an Uchiha, too sick, too thin. He clearly didn't belong here, or anywhere else. But despite the sudden coughs, there was a strange sort of resolve in Itachi that was almost impossible to place.

Until his eyes shifted.
Revealing the mangekyo sharingan.

"... My... entire life..." he answered with as much strength as he could muster. He hadn't unleashed any specific jutsu yet. But he was prepared to. "I was born in a village... a shinobi village... far, far away... This is my first... time at your settlement."

He paused, steadying his already thready chakra.

"Believe me... I mean you... no harm..."