(A Small Edit To This Chapter So I can Take The Time To Say A Few Things. Firstly until later in my fan fiction original characters from Naruto are not going to be used just yet but I will continue using terms from Naruto, if you have never read or watched Naruto/Naruto Shippuden or do not recognize terms such as "Water Style", "Fire Style", "Earth Style", "Honagakure" etc etc then please do not claim that it is not a Fan Fiction about Naruto. And if you have not visited my profile and read my description of the direction this fan fiction is going in then I will will repeat it here in the first chapter. This fan fanfiction is currently set in the Naruto universe but doesn't include the characters from Naruto just yet so please if you enjoy my work or are a new reader please enjoy my work and please support it, and please be patient.)

This is a tale of a ninja with no village left, it was destroyed and wiped from history during the Third Shinobi World War.

This ninja is amongst some of the few remaining from his long lost village, he is raised by a foster family who took him in as part of his dying mothers wish,
he began travelling, because he wanted to become strong, strong enough to force the world to recognize the fact that his village existed, it isn't revenge.

It's a sense of Duty.

The light shined into the ninja boys eyes, blinding him as he awoke causing him to fall to out of the large tree branch he was resting on as the light had startled him, as he stood up and dusted his clothes of dirt and sakura petals, he stood there for a moment still tired from the night stumbled to the nearby river to wash his face, before running to the top of the tree he was resting in and looking upon the vast land. He could see Konohagakure in the distance he wondered what type of oppenents he would face in his quest to become stronger he thought, he dismissed the thought only to realise that yesterday was also his birthday. He turned 16 and realised that today was also someones birthday...