"This is the first child born to the Uchiha since the policy took effect. It's a good sign. I'll go in and congratulate Matsuda," Fugaku said.
Several clansmen who had come to offer their congratulations stepped aside. Inside the room, Matsuda gazed delightedly at a wrinkled newborn lying on the tatami.
"Congratulations on your son, Matsuda."
Matsuda turned and laughed. "Sorry for the trouble of coming all this way yourself, Fugaku."
"He's the first child born since the policy took effect. I had to come see him. I expect the Clan Head will visit tomorrow. Have you named him?"
Fugaku looked closely at the baby. He had only just been born, and there was no telling what he would look like later. Newborns seemed to change every day.
"Yes. Obito Uchiha. I hope he grows up with his feet firmly on the ground."
Fugaku's smile did not waver, but his thoughts raced. The Shinobi World was nothing like it had been before, yet the people destined to be born still arrived.
Who would have guessed that the wrinkled, sleeping baby before him would grow into one of the masterminds who would one day manipulate the Shinobi World?
Even Obito Uchiha's parents probably could not imagine him reaching such heights. Fugaku could only marvel at how fickle and unfathomable fate was.
"It's a good name. Obito will surely become an excellent Ninja and bring honor to the Uchiha.
"Once he's old enough, send him to me whenever he has trouble with his training. I think highly of this boy."
Matsuda was overjoyed. Everyone knew Fugaku was arguably Konoha's Strongest, and in a few years, he would become Clan Head.
With Fugaku's promise, Obito would surely have a smooth path growing up within the clan.
"Thank you, Fugaku. If you ever need