The System in the Naruto World
episode 3

In a slightly dark room, there were three people behind bars, a woman who looked exhausted, one woman wearing nurse clothes holding a baby, the baby who was none other than yuki.

"Welcome you have a beautiful daughter" said the nurse who was holding Yuki

Yuki cries while in the caretaker's cradle helping yuki's mother give birth to her.

Yuki was placed next to her mother who was lying down using a cloth.

Her mother looked at yuki with a smile implied on her face, looking at her safely born daughter.

"Then your name is yuki" said yuki's mother naming yuki with yuki.

(Swildly confused :v)

"A very beautiful name, emmm.. I want to know if your husband is from the uzumaki clan?" ask the nurse who saw yuki's hair in red.

(Yuki's appearance is just as rich on earth as it was)

"No me and my husband are not from the uzumaki clan, we are from the amegakure village and maybe there is nothing from the uzumaki clan" said the exhausted-looking yuki mother.

"Well, maybe it's her destiny to have red hair" the nurse said with a smile as she walked out of the holding cell.

"Thank you" yuki's mother told the nurse before leaving and the shinobi of Konoha who were guarding the mother's holding cell closed again.

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YUKI POV

"That's great, my name is the same as my name on earth" I thought after the nurse left.

I opened my eyes and looked at the mother who was smiling at me, I could only blink my eyes at mother to return her smile.

"Mom will always protect and love you" she said, kissing my forehead and falling asleep.

I accepted many events that made me feel strange, I ended up sleeping beside my mother in this world.

8 MONTHS HAVE PASSED

Every day I can only eat and sleep in this cell, I can't do anything, it's too narrow here.

My mother is a civilian in the village of Amegakure, her name is Hiromi.

"Can yuki say it one more time" my mother said as she carried me and placed me in front of her.

"Mama" I said to my mother.

"Hemm" my mother hugged me tightly.

"Mother's son is very smart" said my proud-looking mother.

"It's good that you can say those words when you're 8 months old, it's so great" said the mother, taking off her arms and caressing my head.

2 MONTHS LATER

I am now 1 year old so I started learning to walk.

"So don't you want to walk by yourself" said the mother who saw me crawling to the side of the wall.

"Nmm" I nodded.

Then she walked up to me and carried me.

"Your son is still a child, you are still too weak to walk" rich mother who carried me.

"But I want to do it" I said a little hard because I was a baby.

"If it's about that..." Mother said she stopped because she saw my face pleading like I wanted to cry.

"Alright then" said the resigned mother because she was not strong to see my behavior.

She took my hand down and held both hands to help me walk.

I walked little by little with the help of my mother.

Although mother was a prisoner, we were given proper care here, we were given food in the morning and evening, even with bread.

I felt warmth and affection from my mother, I was happy for it.

I took off my hand and started walking on my own and turned towards my mother

"It's a shame you can do it" said the mother who saw me walking towards him and immediately hugged me.