After that everyone left the room, to let the young life rest. At this moment, Ron was lost in thinking and was surprised by the fact that his name was "Ron" in this life also, and what old tongue? Did everyone in Naruto not speak Japanese? Although he was a native English speaker, he watched Naruto subbed if he had to deal with English-speaking people in the Naruto world, it would just feel weird.
Then he calmed down and realized they were speaking in Japanese, which he understood, as a smart man and a frequent anime watcher he understood Japanese, but he did not even realize he understood this clearly not even realizing someone was speaking a different language!!
This was due to Ron's brain which will continue to make neuron connections due to its development, eventually, some languages that he can't read but saw some of the written words and might understand some of the words spoken, such as Japanese will automatically make sense to him, and not only that, all previous bits of knowledge and new pieces of knowledge, will expand and form numerous connection giving him realization and thinking power beyond anyone alive probably.
It is not that everyone in the Naruto world speaks Japanese, but it is like the international language, that everyone speaks, and there are other languages, such as regional ones, and old ones after all naruto world is a feudal world, it is hard for every region to be connected, and develop the same language, and in Naruto Killer Bee did rap and shouted some English words!
At this moment Ron realized he had traveled through and this is a true world that cannot be just seen through completely by watching the Anime. It is a diverse and complicated world waiting for Ron to grow up and explore.
"This isn't just a dream. This isn't just some elaborate illusion or a fleeting vision."
Ron's infant body could only lie there in the crib, unable to speak or move the way his mind screamed at him too. But inside, he felt the full weight of the truth crash over him like the storm outside that just passed. He wasn't simply a spectator in a story he'd once watched unfold on a screen.
This world, with its thunder-filled skies, towering mountains, and vibrant personalities, wasn't a two-dimensional narrative he could predict or simplify. It was alive messy, complex, and filled with the kind of raw energy he could feel even now, before he could speak a word. This is real. The thought echoed in his mind, making his tiny form shiver not from fear, but from the sheer enormity of the realization and excitement.
This world was more than what the anime had shown him. It was layered with history, personalities, and nuances that couldn't be captured in a single series. At this moment he fell asleep.
Not knowing how long he slept, when he woke up he was in someone's hand being walked somewhere
At this moment, a woman with short, golden hair sat on the bed. She appeared to be in her late 30s, yet her skin was taut and clear, giving her a mature radiance. She was strikingly tall, standing around 180 cm (5'9"). From what Ron remembered, the Third Raikage was an imposing 205 cm (6'7") almost seven feet tall, and now looked to be in his 40s. The young Ay, who would grow into the future Fourth Raikage 198 cm (6'5"), was already around 6 feet at just 16 or 17 years old.
It struck Ron how the people of Kumogakure were generally tall and powerfully built, likely a result of generations of rigorous training and their affinity for physically demanding ninjutsu techniques.
She was tall, her golden hair shimmering faintly in the flickering light. It cascaded down her back in smooth, elegant waves, framing a face that carried both a mature grace and the sharp determination of someone accustomed to command.
Her eyes, sharp and discerning, swept over the room, taking in the scene with a calm confidence that hinted at her experience.
Her attire was distinctly Kumogakure—a grey body dress that hugged her form, reminiscent of the style Mabui would one day wear. However, hers was trimmed with striking white outlines that set her apart, lending her an air of refinement and authority.
She moved with purpose, her steps steady as she approached the crib. For a moment, she said nothing, her gaze softening as she looked down at the newborn.
"Quite the storm you chose to enter the world in," she murmured, her voice rich and steady, carrying the weight of wisdom and warmth and the tenderness of a mother.
The Third Raikage who carried Ron turned to her, his expression softening slightly a rare sight. "I thought you'd want to see him," he said.
Raiya our protagonist's mother said "This little one must be starving," she murmured, glancing toward the Third Raikage. "No child of yours would come into the world without an appetite."
The Third Raikage let out a deep chuckle but said nothing, as babies are usually breastfed a few hours after they are born, merely folding his arms and watching. Raiya adjusted her hold on Ron, her movements calm and graceful. She cradled him close, her voice soft as she said, "There, little one. Let's get you fed."
Ron's heart raced. "Wait. What? No, no, no, this can't be happening". Panic surged through his mind as he realized what was about to occur. He was a grown man or at least, his soul was and the thought of breastfeeding made him want to curl up and vanish into thin air. "I can't do this! This is too weird! Too personal! Too... primal!"
But his tiny, newborn body betrayed him. His stomach growled loudly, a clear signal of hunger that no amount of internal screaming could override. Raiya smiled, hearing the sound. "There it is. I knew you'd be hungry."
Ron's protests began to fade as the primal rhythm of feeding overtook his panicked thoughts. Despite his internal resistance, his newborn body was in control, and the warmth of Raiya's embrace coupled with the satisfying nourishment slowly lulled him into a sense of calm. His mind, still a tangled mess of adult awareness and infant instinct, fought to stay awake.
But the effort was too much. His body, tiny and fragile, couldn't sustain the energy of his overactive thoughts.
Raiya smiled gently, brushing a strand of golden hair from her face as she gazed down at the sleeping baby. "See? He just needed to feel full" Her voice was calm, filled with a motherly affection that seemed to soften even the storm outside, as Ron fell asleep.