Hi, this is now the real first Chapter, I hope that it is not bad. I would like it if you let a review there, in that way I will know if I do something wrong. And I would be grateful if you could give an advice for the world building, ideas and stuff like that. If you want something like Character A and Character B should be Dating then write it down and I look if I can try it.
Chapter 1: A bloody Start
Thunder is heard and Lightning illuminates a Moose, who looks frightened not because of the thunder but because of a sudden movement about 100 m away from him. He starts to croak and hoofs on the ground, he bows his head and makes several up and down movements to scare away the possible hunter. And again a flash of lightning lights up the night and shows that the supposed enemy is nothing more than a small child. But the moment you start to look at the kids face you realise that something isn´t right, beside the fact that a kid who looks to be not even Five years old is in the Forest during a Storm, the Face of the kidd seem the face of the child seems to be covered with a kind of... liquid to be covered. A red liquid. It seem to drip from his face. The child seems to be limping, half of his face from chin to nose seems to be covered by some kind of cloth mask. The rest of his clothes, if they can be called that, consist of bluish black pants and a red and blue sweater. The clothing hangs in tatters, is locked and filthy with mud, blood and who knows what else.
Above his deer-like brown eyes, hanging by threads that could snap at any moment, a pair of black glasses the lenses cracked with opaque white lenses. On his forehead directly under the glasses a huge, heavily bleeding laceration. These do not seem to be the only wounds on the boy. It's almost as if he was attacked by a bloodthirsty animal. He holds one hand over a wound as large as the paw of a full-grown grizzly bear, and with the other he holds a kunai, a bloody kunai.
,,I *cough* want to eat, I want to *sob* Mama", the little one says, tears streaming down his face. A flash of lightning and then thunder. The facial expression of the little one seems to change. Trembling, he holds the kunai tighter in his right hand. He remembers what his uncle once said to him. His uncle always taught him good things. For example, how to throw a kunai.
For a child of this age and stature, it is impressive the speed and power with which he throws the kunai. A yelp. A dull thud. Hoof beats so loud you could mistake them for thunder ring out in the night. Fearful roar of the elk that sought protection nearby. The moose from before seems to have rightly feared the child.
Pītā walks slowly limping towards his prey. The rain hits him in the face, the wind howls in his sensitive ears and the smell of death and damnation that sticks to him makes his stomach turn.
If he had been born in another village, into another clan, he would have already vomited. An incredible prodigy, one you only find once in a generation, he has been trained to kill since he learned to speak.
Before the bloody mass murder of the clans with Kekkei Kenkai carriers, he was already sent to the academy when he was just three years old. In that time he absorbed the theory of chakra, ninjutsu and genjutsu like a fish in water, when they were taught the traveling ten he was the first to learn them and accidentally burned down part of the academy with the fire jutsu. As the youngest in the class, however, he was the best in both theory and practice. And at home he was educated by his family, especially in terms of theory and the philosophies of the Shukeikō clan. His interest in books is what saves his life now. In the academy or even in his home, they considered him too young to do heavy work.
So he learned through the books how to gut an animal, which organs can be eaten and which not.
Thanks to the extensive and versatile Kekkei Kenkais, despite its age and small size, it has enough power to easily pick up the elk and carry it under one of the larger trees. Thanks to his practice with the campfire Jutsu, he can make a small fire despite the rain and big nails. Pītā first tries to remove the fur of the moose. 'If I take the fur and join my wounds, maybe I can make it to Konoha.' Somehow strange and sobering at the same time, a child who thinks so meticulously, so forward-looking. The young spider separates the fur from the elk almost with surgical precision.
Several minutes later, the Pītā appear like hours, he takes a piece of fur and directs his chakra into it. 'So in the book you were supposed to heat the Chakra ultra high and then this chakra can be used for Jutsu. So if I bring my Chakra to the boil as a source of energy, for example, through constant movements, I may be able to channel that warmth through my hand into The Fur.', however, as soon as the genius tested this theory, the fur began to burn and Pītā began to cry out. His hand had bad burns and even smoked a little bit.
,,*Groan* That was probably a failure*cough*. Will probably be a long night." He immediately went to work and tried again. And again. Soon he began to fry the meat, began to eat and quenched his thirst at a puddle nearby. Thanks to the food, the peace and pleasant warmth of the fire, the young hunter began to close his eyes. The events of the last two months slowly caught up with the exhausted boy. You hear the howling of a wolf in the distance, Pītā shifts from his sleep. The rain has stopped, only a few more drops fall down from the trees. The clouds begin to light, the moon and stars begin to shine through slowly and soak the forest with a ghostly light. Pītā hears a crack and turns panic strucken to the side, a Kunai in the hand. He hissing together and the wound is still not healed. Perhaps a hundred meters away, eyes appear out of the forest with a Bestiality glitter in them.