Prolouge
His face was adorned with perspiration and his eyebrows where slanted in a frown. Rain poured down on him mercilessly as crimson blood streamed from numerous cuts on his body. He fell to the ground groaning and he laid there, his clothes in tatters.
"Help," he whispered futilely as he began to lose consciousness. His obsidian eyes began to glaze over and finally closed.
A squad of ANBU leapt gracefully from tree to tree on their routine patrol when a body caught their eye. They leapt down from the canopy surrounding the still boy. Checking his pulse the leader announced he was alive but he would need medical attention. The boy wore no forehead protector of any kind but he was armed with kunai, shuriken and two katanas (swords) strapped to his back. The ANBU quickly disarmed him and they carried him towards Konoha.
Authors Note: I know it's short but it's only a prologue. My first story but I would really appreciate some reviews.
Adam-9417 or Sharingan100