The heavy wooden doors creaked shut behind the imposing figure of the Third Raikage, and for a moment, silence reigned. Then, the doors swung open again, revealing two more figures, one was a young man with a strong, confident build and piercing eyes, perhaps in his late teens, tall and broad-shouldered, his movements brimming with the confidence of a warrior in training, and a boy no older than six or seven, who had a mischievous grin plastered across his face.
The young man was wearing clothes similar to the 3rd Raikage, except he also had a sleeveless black high-neck windbreaker underneath his single-slap flap jacket, and on both his shoulders were 2 black shuriken tattoos. The 6-7-year-old boy wore sunglasses, a grey shirt, and a long white scarf around his neck.
Ron's eyes darted between them, realization dawning. The young man was unmistakably the Fourth Raikage, Ay, though younger, his trademark intensity already present. And the boy... that grin, the sharp style. It had to be none other than a young Killer Bee.
Then Ron dawned on the fact that the Third Raikage just claimed that he gave birth to another descendant and was bragging.
"And it seems to be me! Wait.. did I travel to Naruto and become Third Raikage, no, his father's 2nd child, which did not exist in the anime originally."
At this moment, Ron was thinking, What is the timeline? When was he born? What should he do? The fact that his old man is still alive means the third ninja war has not happened yet!!
At this moment, he was put down in his crib, and came the young Bee. The boy at his side, Killer Bee, darted forward with boundless enthusiasm, peering over the edge of the crib. "Whoa, so this is him, huh? Tiny little guy! Hey, Ay, think he's gonna grow up all big and tough like Pops?"
Ron thought Pops! It seems like his father treats both the 4th Raikage and Killer Bee as his own children; maybe that's why they are named Ay and Bee. And it seems like the 3rd Raikage is a generous and family man. In the Anime, he seems to have sacrificed to save his comrades and fellow ninjas, and he was well respected.
Ay crossed his arms, his brow twitching. "Bee, don't crowd him. He's not even a day old."
Bee pouted but didn't back away. In his rap-like voice, he said, "Man, I'm just saying! It's not every day we get another bro in the family. What's his name?"
The Third Raikage stroked his beard, his deep voice rumbling through the room. "He doesn't have one yet."
Ay raised an eyebrow, glancing at his father. "You haven't decided?"
"I'm waiting for inspiration," the Third Raikage said, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "A name that befits a son of the Raikage."
At this moment, Ron was nervous, hoping his name would not be something like Ay and Bee, successors to Raikage and his partner. At this moment, his father spoke up.
"It's not like you, the successor of the Raikage clan, who me and your old mother had just to name Ay and your partner Bee, even simpler!"
The Third Raikage gazed down at the baby in the crib, his expression a mix of curiosity and pride. The storm outside still rumbled faintly, as if the heavens themselves were reluctant to calm after the tumultuous birth. Additionally, his wife had to work hard to give birth at this late stage, which is not detrimental to ninjas' physiques, especially those of the Raikage clan, which has practiced lightning body forging and lightning chakra mode and manipulation for hundreds of years. However, this is rare for ninjas, as they typically start families at a young age.
Ay and Bee stood silently nearby, watching their father. Ay was the first to break the quiet. "So, what's his name going to be?"
The Third Raikage stroked his beard thoughtfully, his voice low and deliberate. "A name should carry meaning. It should reflect power, resilience, and... something unexpected." He glanced out the window, where faint traces of lightning still lit the far-off mountains.
He fell silent again, the weight of the moment thick in the air. Then, with a sudden glint in his eye, he said, "Ron."
Ay's brow furrowed. "Ron? That doesn't sound... traditional."
The Raikage let out a deep chuckle, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. "No, it doesn't. But this boy was born in the heart of a storm. His cries were like a song in the chaos, strong, clear, and defiant. Ron means 'song' in the old tongue. It's fitting."
Bee tilted his head, then grinned. "Ron, huh? Sounds cool! Yo, little bro Ron, gonna grow up strong!"
Ay still looked unconvinced, but he didn't argue; after all, as Raikage's successor, his name was destined to be Ay. The Third Raikage's decisions were final, and the name, as strange as it sounded, began to settle in the room like a foregone conclusion.
The Third Raikage leaned down, his massive hand gently brushing the baby's forehead. "Ron," he repeated, his tone softening. "A song born of thunder. Let's see what kind of storm you'll grow into and what kind of tunes you will bring to our lives."