At 12'o clock midnight above the hidden leaf village hiding on the stone face of the fourth hokage a little boy sat crying."Why do they treat me like this?" he babbled as he sat with his face in his knees. He looked off the cliff towards the village below contemplating whether to end it all or to keep fighting. 'No i will not give them the satisfaction of breaking me!' and with a newfound look of determination he tried to think of a way to get stronger so he could make it so they could not mess with him again. 'hmm who would train me or how would i train myself?' all he had in his arsenal was a basic understanding of the academy taijutsu stance and the henge and kawairimi no jutsu. Deciding to contemplate it in the morning he decides to run back to his rathole of a apartment and get some rest on his broken bed with moth eaten blankets.