"Uchiha Itachi," the teacher called, and Itachi stood up and proceeded to the front of the classroom. "Here you are. You did very well."
A large circle was drawn around the score "100" at the top of the page he was handed.
"You're the only one to get a perfect score on the test."
Hearing this, his classmates gasped in surprise. Itachi bowed slightly to the teacher and then returned directly to his seat.
Three months since he started school. And he still had not had anything resembling a conversation with any of his classmates. They naturally hesitated in the face of the outstanding grades he got in each and every one of their classes. All of them had ever-so-timidly spoken to him once, but Itachi's responses were always so concise and definite that none of them wanted to try to speak to him again.
He was not going to school to make friends, though, so he was fine with that. The larger dissatisfaction for Itachi was how he felt like it was never enough, no matter how excellent his grades were. The limit for grades was one hundred percent; it was impossible to get anything more than that. But he felt like this was unproductive.
Can I really learn the true nature of the ninja in a place like this?
School grades and actual ability were not the same thing. That's what he felt, which was why he was always dissatisfied. Itachi was truly concerned about the fact that being number one at school was not directly connected to his own dream of being a great ninja.