If there was ever a time for him to push his body to the limit, it was now. His heart beat banged in his ears and his hands clenched desperately into his palms. His palms, they might as well have been well been tended fields with how the grooves bled a river. The Pain is what he needed. The Pain saved him every time the villagers tried to hurt him. It would build and build until he could not feel anything anymore and when he woke up it was always staring at the White Ceiling. And he was feeling it harder than ever.
"Kill the trash!" He heard one of them yell. You would think the villagers could have been more creative with what they called him. The shouts of anger usually consisted of "Damn Kid!", "Cursed Child!", "Beast!" 'Yup, everyone is here this time around as well.' He thinks to himself. He turns a corner to an alley where he was sure there would be a fence he could jump over. There was not. In his alarm he tried to dash with all the spring his little 7 year old legs would give him only to crash against a large hammer mid-flight. It was the size of his chest, and hit him flush. Everything started going dark. Grazing the line of unconsciousness he felt dull slams against his body. Through half lidded eyes he saw gleams of light off grey lines. Knives. Nothing new. Maybe this time when he woke up he could have the nurse bring him some ramen. Just before passing on to the realm of dreams he heard the one of the villagers call him something he never heard before. He wouldn't know if what he heard was accurate or not. The last words he heard; "…demon…"
The White Ceiling. It never fails does it? He looks around and nobodies there to ask to bring him ramen. 'As a matter of fact, nobody is here' he thinks. Usually there would be the random nurse and one or two men with the Shiny Bandana standing on either side of his bed. He tries to sit up only to be denied movement in the form of three restraints. One over his forehead, another binding him at the upper chest, and another holding down at his chins. That's when he realized that this White Ceiling looked different. It was more empty, and not because nobody was around. "This is…not good is it." He asked to nobody in particular. "No Uzimaki, it seems that this would not be a beneficial situation for you" said a tall wrinkled man. He had pineapple hair that was wrapped around the base, along with a black rope with white under clothes. He had his arm in a sling that went around his neck and his left eye was covered up. Most notably, he is the first man 'Uzimaki' has meet that does not have the Shiny Bandana. "Uzi..Uzimake? Uzimaki, who's that old man?" He asked with a twisted up continence. "My boy that is you. How do you not know what your name is child?" the man asked equally confused. Though he was no stranger to having no identity, this boy was not a part of that system…yet. "Well…it sounds like something I should know, but I'm not sureee…" and then there was darkness. The man stood over the boy as two lumps of shadows landed near the old man. "Danzo-Dono" one said, "Orders?" The now identified Danzo looked over the boy. "He does not even know his name. This will be far easier than I thought. It is time Konoha started loading bullets into its gun, otherwise it will rust. However given the circumstance we will do it legitimately. After all the roots cannot sustain the tree without nutrients. Come. There are preparations to be made.
