Every day as he wakes up to the time he sleeps, this man is always wondering to himself of what he is worth, what is his purpose is? He stepped outside of his apartment which is outside under an awning and looked at the cloudy sky. He noted to bring an umbrella to the site.
He bent down outside that morning to get his work list that was delivered too him. He opened it and he stiffened at the amount of names written on it. It was way too familiar.
"Too familiar" he sighed
He knows that his only gift is the art of construction to bring pain to families and loved ones. It seemed that everyday when he got a list of names it didn't burden him any more because his heart is solid ever since that day. But this list was too familiar to him… It started to rain as it rained in his heart, he came to his knees.
"Ohhh…." There were tears in his eyes as he remembered. He put his hands on his head trying to forget.
"Hey!!" said a group of children in a chorused yell
A couple of little boys with jet black hair came running up to the remains of the man's home. The man jerked his head up and choked back his tears. The kids put a large box down behind him and a large cloud of smoke arose and then there was only one child. The boy looked at the site in front of him and frowned. He was silenced at the wavered sorrow that filled the air. The ninja were putting out fires around the village two days after the attack, but the fires were a domino effect, because of the conjoined houses and the vegetation in the village. The fire reached the man's house 2 hours ago and the water affinity ninja's finally got to his property an hour after. The man swallowed he pulled a strong face but his voice did not hid the villages loss… his loss.
"What is it boy…"The man rasped a he turned to face him
The child was pale before him, the man apologized. The boy was a ninja and possibly fought in the recent attack. So the man sympathized and told him to continue.
"Sandaime and the council" "asked me to give you this" the boy said his face completely emotionless
The boy heaved out a large rectangular box with an envelope attached to the top in front of him.
The child treaded behind the turned man towards the disgusting image. The man grabbed the child's arm and said
"You don't need to see it" the man began to let out a small sob he fell to his knees. "You are too young to be burdened by that image forever"
The black haired boy yanked the man's grasp seeming annoyed as he dawned upon the situation, his face still emotionless. The child turned from the man with and looked at the remains of the burnt house and then he spotted what he did as he arrived. A cringed shriveled figure of a woman completely black burned to death laid before him. Her arm were crossed as if she were to protect something to her chest, as horribly, a smaller tiny figure laid next to her it blackened too. The child ninja's voice echoed in the man's ears and forever ingrained into his heart.
"I'm sorry for your loss" The boy said, voice monotone face without sadness or compassion. The boy had one last look at with his twin red toned eyes, then vanished
The man hated the boy. The boy felt nothing, but the man world was shattered he laid face down crying in front of his deceased wife and child.
The Man realized he was face down on the ground of the apartment complex, his long hair covering and sticking to his face. The elderly man trembled the memories were powerful and shattered his soul. He heard small footsteps, and recognized small feet. He saw a little girl pad her way over to him she must have been 6 or 7
"Oh my…" she whispered,
The man recognized her, she was the daughter of the neighbor's two doors down.
"I'll get help!" she ran off.
The man seeing the girl remembered again,
The man stood and opened the heavy box while on his knees; inside there were a tangled mess of metal chains. He reached in to grab one that was untangled out and his eyes widened he dropped it and felt a wave of nausea. Inside that box there were hundreds and hundreds of dog tags. They were tangled up in clumps as if they were thrown in. He looked at the message and with shaky hands opened it
"Guh." the man drew short breaths for he feared what the message said.
He landed down on his hands and knees, after he scanned over the information. It was an impossible task and the council knew it. He turned and became sick. He heard yelling
"Hey there's a survivor!"
A kunochi came running up to the sick man and put her hand on his back. She looked at the remains of his house and family, and tried to keep her composure.
"Sir, we have to go it is unsafe" The man could not move. He could not leave his wife and daughter.
The man realized he had been hyperventilating. He shut his eyes tight hoping this is a nightmare. But he knew better. Other ninja with vests appeared and one murmured to a jonin
"This was the one the Uchia mentioned to find"
The genin tried to pull his body up, but he pulled away he just could not leave. But the genin's hand rested on his trembling body and said with a soothing voice,
"Your heart will heal" she said "and so will the villages"
The jonin gave the kunochi a signal.
"You must come" she ordered
The man snapped out his memory and felt a hand on his back. He looked up and saw a woman with jade green eyes analyzing him, eyes decked with worry. Saying those exact words.
"Come you must come with me I'm a doctor."