Today, the Walt family was enveloped in an atmosphere of intense excitent, a stark contrast to their usual disciplined routine. There was a visible thrill, a loud sense of joy, and constant movent throughout the estate. The reason? An occasion that was the first of its kind in the family's long history.
Sam's wife, Hinamori, had given birth to her first child. With this, the Walt family officially welcod its very first mber of the third generation. It was a historic mont—a true turning point. The family was no longer composed of just two layers, the father and his children; it now spanned three full generations. Grandfather, children, and grandchild. The lineage was growing, branching out, and ensuring its permanence.
The significance was such that even Dan, who had been deeply imrsed in his research regarding a vital training technique, paused his work to personally attend to the new arrival. He entered a spacious, warm, and well-lit room. Nearly every mber of the family was present—the mothers, the elder sons and daughters, and even so of the curious younger children. They were all gathered around the bed where Hinamori lay, exhausted but glowing with happiness, cradling her newborn in her arms.
Dan looked at the infant in silence. His first grandson. The first spark of the third generation. The baby was tiny, barely a day old, with a slightly flushed face and tightly closed eyes. His small hands were balled into fists. And his hair—even at this tender age, the sky-blue hue characteristic of their bloodline was unmistakable.
A surge of warmth and genuine pride rose in Dan's chest. It was a deep, visceral pride born from seeing his lineage and blood continue so directly. A third generation. Carrying his features. Carrying his blood. Carrying his na. True immortality was not found rely in a long life, but in an unending progeny.
It was remarkable how clearly the infant had inherited the family's distinct traits. That sky-blue hair would likely remain a permanent sigil of the clan across the ages. With the right training as he grew, the boy might even awaken the family's specific Kekkei Genkai.
"Good. Excellent," Dan murmured.
Sam, standing beside his wife with a face full of pride and anticipation, spoke in a voice charged with excitent: "Father... would you be willing to na him?"
To Sam, this was a massive honor—a way to receive a blessing from his father for his son. In many cultures, the patriarch naming the first grandson was a vital tradition. Dan remained silent for a mont, reflecting. Various nas drifted through his mind. Which was fitting? Which carried the right weight and aning?
He raised his eyes, looked at the infant, and spoke in a calm, steady voice: "From this mont forth, he shall be known as... Jin."
Jin. A simple na. Short, but aningful. In various contexts, it could signify "Silver," "Humanity," or "Truth." It was a solid na. Strong. Fitting. Everyone in the room heard the na clearly. Jin. The first official mber of the third generation. Jin Walt.
His mother, Hinamori, touched her child tenderly with a warm smile. "Did you hear that, my son? From now on, you are Jin. Jin Walt." Her voice was soft, overflowing with maternal love. The infant, of course, understood nothing; he rely shifted slightly and let out a tiny sound.
Then Rin, the first wife, stepped forward with clear joy. she reached out her hands and carefully took the infant from Hinamori. Holding him in her arms, she gazed at his small face and bead. "My little grandson... Jin," she said, her voice thick with emotion. The word "grandson" was spoken with imnse pride. She had beco a grandmother officially, yet she still appeared to be in her twenties. It was a strange sight, but wonderful in its own unique way.
Dan looked at her calmly and asked, "Are you alright?"
Rin replied with a wide smile, her eyes shimring. "I am perfectly fine."
However, Sam looked at his mother with visible worry and tension. "Mother, you should be resting. It isn't good for you to be out of bed like this. You just gave birth yesterday! You need to recover."
She snapped her head up, giving her son a sharp, playful look. "Silence!" she commanded firmly but with a hint of mirth. She bowed her head back toward the infant, cradling him with obvious affection. "I want to see my grandson. That is more important than rest."
In truth, Rin had also recently given birth—to her sixth daughter—just one day before her eldest son's wife had delivered. Despite this, here she was, standing and holding her grandson without any visible signs of fatigue. Her physical strength, bolstered by the Vitality Seal, made her recovery from childbirth incredibly swift—far faster than that of ordinary won.
Dan observed the warm atmosphere surrounding him. He looked at all his sons and daughters gathered in joy, laughing, talking, and sharing jokes about little Jin. He saw his wives smiling happily, discussing the future grandchildren to co, as several of his other daughters-in-law were also pregnant. He saw Rin holding the baby with tenderness and Sam smiling with pride.
He felt that deep, honest pride once more—a sensation quite unusual for his cold nature. A very small smile, barely visible but genuine, touched his lips. Then, he decided to withdraw. He would return to his training and research, leaving the family to enjoy their freedom.
He knew well that in his direct presence, the family mbers couldn't express their feelings with complete abandon. They felt a certain bashfulness before him, a sense of restriction and profound respect that prevented them from fully relaxing. The aura of his presence and his stoic nature made the atmosphere serious, even in happy monts. It was better to leave them to themselves for a while—to laugh, play, and celebrate freely.
He vanished from his spot instantly—no sound, no word of farewell. He simply was no longer there. He returned to his private laboratory deep within the base, far from the noise and the joy, back to his training and his research on the second stage of the Brain Seal. This was his purpose. He built the power. He protected the family. He guaranteed the future. And they—his children and grandchildren—lived. They rejoiced. They continued. It was a balance; everyone had their role.
Back in the room, the atmosphere shifted slightly. It beca more lighthearted, louder, and more free. The brothers began competing with jokes about who would be the next to have a child. The sisters planned a larger party for when more grandchildren arrived. The wives spoke of child-rearing and future nas. And little Jin, oblivious to it all, slept peacefully in the arms of his grandmother, Rin.
The first of the third generation. But certainly not the last.
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