Intro or something like that

(A/N: Ignoring my history of dropping novels I'm here with yet another horrendous experience for you all, Constructive Criticism is welcomed, Whether you enjoy this novel in the end is up to you if you end up shitting on this novel just drop it, I'm not some writing god that can please everyone with a few short lines or even a whole chapter so either drop it if it isn't your cup of tea or continue with my specialized torture for your eyes and enjoy

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Plains to the south Of Konoha

As a young boy ran across a field with a small bag and a sheathed sword hanging off his hip with the tip gradually dragging across the ground, as he turned back and saw the pillars of smoke rising from what he could only assume was his small village. With tear filled hazel eyes he lost all strength in his legs as he collapsed onto the ground curling up into a fetal position as the light in his eyes seemed to fade.

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"C'mon Mouse, don't fall behind we still have a few hours of border patrol before we can fall back to the village"

"H-hai" As Mouse caught up with the rest of his group he felt a small chakra signature after informing his teammates through various coded hand signs they flickered off into the direction of the chakra signature

Upon arrival they found a frail looking boy with light brown hair and dark red burn marks stretching from the back of the hand into his palms leaving only the wrist and fingers free from the scars

After studying the boy they saw the bag on his back but what caught their attention was that the chakra signature seemed to be given off by the sword not the boy after noticing this they approached the seemingly dead boy only for the sword to release a strong pulse which seemed to rattle the boy awake

As he opened his eyes he saw multiple people in black uniforms and animal masks with the Kanji for fire placed on the forehead of the mask but he didn't notice this as his face contorted into fear before a resolute fire lit in the depths of his soul causing a deep scowl formed upon his face as he quickly attempted to pull his blade from its sheath causing the surroundings to grow comparably more tense before, but before he could fully wield his blade he ran out of arm length to free the blade causing him to lose his balance as he stumbled forward a few steps and trip over his own feet dropping his blade

The moment the grip of the sword his the dirt the boys expression turned into one of deep and profound sadness before he felt a chop to the back of neck and the world around him went dark

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T & I Department (Konoha)

A light blonde haired man surrounded by seals had his hand planted on our young boys head while a soft frown marred his face, opening his eyes and removing his hand he heard a voice in the background

"How'd it go Inoichi, I doubt the boy is a spy from what I heard from the anbu that brought him in his couldn't even pull a sword from its sheath before falling in his face" letting out a fit of laughter as she eyed the boy

"From what I can gather from his memories the boy we have here is Take other then peaceful days with his parents and watching his father practice with the sword he was found with there isn't anything interesting about him except a small gap in his memories, as if someone just erased them all other memories seem intact and the gap only lasts a few minutes, other then that his village seemed to be under attack by some local bandits and his father left him this sword and packed his bag full of family techniques alongside the way to open the scrolls which seems to incorporate the sword" taking in a deep breath as he finished rambling he turned his attention to the boy only to slightly flinch when his hazel eyes locked into his

"My sword... Where is it" as the boy repeated himself starting from a quiet mumble gradually rising into pained screams as he wiggled and writhed trying to get out his bindings constantly repeating his previous words like a mad man until a chakra pulse washed over him gradually calming him down as a chakra pulse unconsciously emitted from his body causing a small puff of smoke to appear before him alongside the sound of metal bouncing off of stone, ignoring the looks he was receiving from the man named Inoichi and the purple haired kunoichi in the background a slight smile grew on his face as he leaned forward resting his head against the sheath as the sound of tears hitting the cold stone floor dominated the silent surroundings and a slight hum that could barely be heard by the trained ears present in the room as if the blade it self was happy to be back within its owners grasp

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As a certain purple haired kunoichi watched over the boy who seemed to be peacefully sleeping hunched over with his forehead resting upon a sheathed blade while binded an anbu appeared in front of her

"Anko, Hokage wishes to meet the boy I have been sent to fetch him" waving her hand as if to shoo him away she picked up the boy alongside his sword while speaking "I'll bring him there my self, your free to follow behind and gawk if you like" sending a wink his way as a light chuckle left her lips she left towards the Hokage's office

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(A/N: Yo, for all my torture subjects that reached this far before succumbing to the sweet bliss which we call dropping a novel leave your ideas in the comments you never know some might find their way into this horrendous experience of the English language which I am calling a novel, Hope you enjoyed my so called introduction)