The door opened abruptly, along with the loud sounds of an infant crying rushing into the corridor, made a broad-shouldered man in the standard clothes of the Shinobi of the village of Maelstrom jump nervously sitting on a bench. His luxuriant hair of a deep red, almost maroon color, pulled into a tight ponytail on the back of his head left no doubt that the man belonged to the famous Uzumaki clan.
- Congratulations! Your first child was born strong and healthy! The middle-aged woman who appeared in the doorway, wearing the usual medical gown and cap, belonged to the Nara clan.
However, it is doubtful that someone else would have delivered a relative of the head of the clan.
"May I -" the happy father hesitantly stood up and approached the doorway.
Before that, the rather dim light in the corridor did not allow us to determine the age of the man, but near the entrance to the room, it became clear that he was quite young - about twenty-two or three years old.
"Of course, come on in, but keep in mind that Sae-chan and the baby need to rest," Iryenin reminded her sternly, stepping aside, " and don't stay too long.
Nodding in the affirmative, Uzumaki tiptoed past her and in an instant was at the bed, where a tired mother lay with a busy baby. When he stopped yelling, he was sucking contentedly on his mother's full breasts.
"A true Uzumaki will always find time to eat," the man chuckled softly, looking lovingly at the couple.
"He even got his hair color from you, not to mention his appetite," Saya smiled happily.
- Mmm... You can't think of it right away, "Uzumaki narrowed his eyes slyly ," but maybe if I hold him in my arms, something will come to mind!"
Nara shook her head skeptically, but still tore her son from her chest and, despite the cries of displeasure, handed him to his father. Ryuta carefully took the screaming toddler and raised it above his head, which served to stop the sound attack and the curious look of small eyes at an incomprehensible red spot nearby. The little hands reached out and began to slap Dad's hair.
"My curious little dragon! Uzumaki laughed when he heard the baby grumble that accompanied this action. - Style Of Nara! Quite a decent name for our son? And Saya?
- Ryu... that's a good name, "the woman smiled, accepting the baby and allowing him to continue his interrupted meal," but why don't you want to call him Ryu Uzumaki?" Or Uzumaki-Nara?
"Well, that wouldn't be fair to you," Ryuta smiled, sitting down on the bed, " not only did he inherit my red hair and kekkei genkai, but I called him that." To take away your clan's membership would be an act of filth.
- Thank you. But are you sure there's a kekkei genkai Uzumaki in it? Nara asked seriously, stroking the head of the busy baby.
"You know that I am a sensor," the whirlpool shinobi shook his head, " even at such a young age, children have a chakra that can be felt. And without a doubt, it is almost no different from the chakra of the pureblood Uzumaki of our family. Almost certainly, my son will be a sensor, like me, grandfather or father. Even among the inhabitants of Uzushiogakure, this is a rare gift, considered a real treasure for any shinobi.
"I can't say I'm upset - every mother wants her son to live as long as possible," Saya chuckled, stroking the baby that had fallen asleep while eating - obvious signs of kinship with the lazy geniuses clan.
"But it's better not to let anyone know." You have the best Hyuga sensors and some of the Yamanakas, but none of them are able to cover a radius of ten kilometers without additional means, " Uzumaki shook his head. "Unfortunately, the tense political environment doesn't allow me to stay in the Leaf long enough to engage in normal Ryu training, but I'll leave my scrolls with you.
"When do you have to come back?"
"I doubt I'll be with you for more than a year or a year and a half, " Ryuta sighed, " but I'm glad we have at least that time.
- Okay, let's not talk about sad things, - Nara started up, - you're with Ryu next, and I don't need more!