She didn't doubt the authenticity of the name; the idea of a child less than a year old naming himself was too ridiculous.
Being able to answer and speak already was good enough.
"How could your parents give you such a name!" Shizune really disliked the name Sora.
After all, no normal person would give their child a name like that.
"My first name is Ruteless, and my second name is the single character Sora, so I am called Ruteless Sora!" After Sora finished speaking, he closed his eyes.
What Tsunade didn't know was that he had indeed changed the name himself.
When he entered the Orphanage, he only had a slip of paper with the character 'Ruteless' on it. Sora had simply added the character 'Sora' to the end to make it his name.
"How strange! Not only does a tiny infant have such a name, but his gaze matches it perfectly—revealing a sense of loneliness and resentment, devoid of any emotional color.
If people from those hidden Ninja Villages encountered someone like this, they would likely train him into a killing machine," Tsunade thought to herself.
She didn't know why she had brought Sora back. She had seen too many abandoned babies like him.
Having lived through the Ninja World War, she had witnessed things a hundred times more cruel than this; she shouldn't have much compassion left.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this fellow's gaze that she brought him back.
"Lady Tsunade, neither of us has ever raised a child. What should we do?" Shizune was a bit flustered.
Seeing Sora's indifferent gaze and hearing his cold voice, even the experienced Shizune felt a pang of heartache.
This was an infant not even a year old, yet he was already like this. What kind of experience could give a one-year-old such a Sora look?
"What else can we do? Just feed him milk. What else is there!" Since she had brought him back, Tsunade had no intention of throwing him away.
After all, if she wanted to, adopting one child—or even hundreds—wouldn't be a problem for her; she just didn't want the hassle.
As the Medical Saint, she understood the human body all too well. So, even though she had never cared for a child, she knew what to do.
Seeing Shizune's face turn slightly red at her words, a mischievous thought rose in Tsunade's mind: "How about you feed him? I see you like him quite a bit, and yours are pretty big too."
Tsunade, looking like a female pervert, gave Shizune a pinch, making Shizune's face flush so deeply it looked like it might drip water.
"No way! You do it, Lady Tsunade. Yours are bigger than mine; I'm sure Sora would prefer them. Besides, you're the one who brought him back, so of course, you should take care of him!"
Shizune, who usually never disobeyed Tsunade, quickly placed Sora into Tsunade's arms and dashed out as if afraid Tsunade would hand him back.
"Lady Tsunade, I'm going to buy some baby supplies. I'll leave Sora to you."
"That Shizune!" Tsunade shook her head with a smile, not expecting that she would be the one to lose out in the end.
But on second thought, she was the one who insisted on bringing him back, and Shizune was just following her orders.
Moreover, she found that Sora was truly a unique child; he didn't cry like other kids, and his eating and bathroom habits were perfectly normal, almost like a little adult.
It was her first time seeing such an easy-to-care-for child. Thus, Tsunade, who usually hated trouble, didn't set Sora aside this time but held him in her arms instead.
"Staring at me won't help; I don't have any milk to feed you." Tsunade looked down at Sora, who was watching her.
For some reason, she felt as if a soul no less than that of an adult was hidden within this child's body, causing her to show a rare trace of embarrassment.
Hearing this, a hint of embarrassment appeared on Sora's tiny face.
In all his life, this was the first time he had been held so intimately by a member of the opposite sex, and a stunning beauty with an incredible figure at that.
Especially with Tsunade speaking so bluntly and boldly, even Sora's cold heart felt a slight throb.
"I really don't have any. You can eat once Shizune comes back with the supplies."
Seeing the embarrassment on Sora's face, Tsunade didn't think much of it, assuming he was angry because he thought she was deliberately not feeding him.
Subconsciously, she still treated Sora as an infant—at most, a uniquely clever one.
Anyone familiar with Tsunade would be stunned to see her acting like a gentle older sister.
Aside from her late younger brother, Tsunade hadn't shown any tenderness for many years, instead appearing more iron-blooded and dominant than any man.
Her fellow Sannin, Jiraiya and Orochimaru, had experienced this firsthand.
But Sora knew none of this; his knowledge of the Naruto World was very limited.
He hadn't seen much in the Orphanage and only knew some of the more important events, people, and abilities.
Thus, held by Tsunade and pressed against that pair of "human weapons," Sora, who had never experienced such a situation, felt his cold and lonely heart beat violently.
"Oh? So you cold little fellow can actually get shy." Looking at Sora's expression, Tsunade realized what was happening and couldn't help but tease him.
An infant less than a year old actually getting shy!
This was truly interesting. Since he was a child she had picked up, and just an infant at that, and because Tsunade found him quite pleasing to the eye, she didn't mind her body being taken advantage of.
After all, he was just a child less than a year old.
Thinking this, Tsunade couldn't help but press Sora against her chest, making him experience a mix of pain and pleasure.
As an orphan, Sora had never encountered anything like this, let alone being actively embraced by such a breathtaking beauty, with his whole face buried in Tsunade's proud chest.
"I'm suffocating! Let go!" Sora managed to lift his head.
Although such an experience would make any man green with envy, it wasn't worth it if he ended up dying of suffocation.
"Hehe, you're actually quite cute like this!" Originally, it was just a whim—Tsunade was bored and frustrated after losing a lot of money today and wanted to use Sora for amusement.
Seeing him like this, her desire to tease him grew even stronger.
She pressed Sora into her bosom again, but without much force, allowing him to lift his head for air whenever he needed.
If anyone, especially someone familiar with Tsunade, saw this, they would absolutely be jealous to death of Sora.
The "assets" of the Princess of Konoha in the Land of Fire—everyone wanted them, yet no one had ever succeeded.
Now that Sora had obtained them without any effort at all, it would be strange if people weren't jealous.