Ron's eyes flicker open, and he is greeted by the sight of an unfamiliar landscape—towering mountain ranges, their peaks shrouded in mist, stretching far beyond his view. The buildings nearby, sleek and modern in design, seem out of place in such a natural setting. His body is cradled in a crib, and the air is heavy no rather light, due to the high elevation with the scent of rain. The storm that heralded his birth must have left its mark, but the storm in his heart is just beginning.
Ron after being born has no idea where he is, his curiosity leads him to discover himself. As Ron, begins to gain awareness of his surroundings, his small hands twitch and curl in the air, as if they belong to someone else. He stares at them for a moment, confused, before bringing them closer to his face. His tiny fingers are soft and unblemished, and his skin seems delicate, almost fragile. His eyes, wide with curiosity, trace the lines of his palms, searching for some clue about who he is.
The sensation of his own body feels foreign he doesn't understand the weight of his limbs or the way his muscles move in slow, jerky motions. His legs, barely strong enough to hold him up, kick gently in the air. Then he realized his skin was dark yet light, maybe because he was a baby, but he realized he now was a black person. He stared at his tiny hands again thinking would his identity shape who he would become? although he has grown up and been around people of many ethnicities, he has heard about situations and videos of racial discrimination, especially police harassment when he was alive, as a baby Ron was already thinking of being careful in the future, but he had no clue where he was, was it the states? even though the buildings look different from cities there is a light bulb in the room, the mountain peaks outside had him confused it's not like he was Rainbolt the popular geo guesser Youtuber.
Just as Ron's mind was overwhelmed by these swirling thoughts of identity and purpose, the quiet of the moment was broken. The sound of a door creaking open echoed in the still air, followed by the soft thud of footsteps approaching. Ron's wide, innocent eyes snapped toward the figure that appeared in the doorway. A person, tall and strong, stood there, framed by the light that poured in from behind them. The figure was dressed in clothing that seemed out of place for the mountainous and modern landscape, the silhouette, shadowed by the light, held an air of authority, but also warmth.
Wearing a single-strap flak jacket with no shirt underneath, a forehead protector with clouds worn like a black bandanna, a thick red rope tied around his waist, and black sweatpants, perhaps a shinobi uniform or something designed for strength and mobility. Yes, this was the Kumogakure shinobi uniform and the man in front of Ron was the third Raikage, and the fact that he had traveled through Naruto dawned upon Ron. Without having the time to think why the third Raikage would be here, the next words he heard made him surprised.
"To think I would give birth to another son, at this age when Ay is already grown up!! it seems I still got it! Ha Ha"
It was a hearty laughter, the man came and held him up. The Third Raikage, the man holding him, looked down at Ron with a mix of gentleness and pride in his eyes. The title Raikage flickered in Ron's mind, and something deep within him began to make sense. This was no ordinary person. The towering figure in front of him was one of the most powerful and respected leaders in the land of lightning.
A man capable of wrestling with tailed beasts, unlike Sarutobi Hiruzhen who is called the strongest Hokage, this man might be the true strongest kage, at least out of those who have not inherited the blood of Otutsuki, a true Super Shadow level gatekeeper! In terms of Taijustsu and personal defense probably at the Super Shadow level.