As he undid the jutsu the hardened syrup crumbled releasing the father, the father called out: "Son come here", as a kid roughly the same age himself crept from behind a nearby tree and stared at him, the ramen was just about finished now as that heat from the pot was causing the lid to shake uncontrollably gaining a reaction from the father and son to stare at the pot with a hungry look in their eyes, he looks at this and realised there would be enough for all three of them, he decided it would only be right and started to ask the father if he and his son wanted any but before he could say anything more the father got on his knees bowed his head and begged him if his son could have some and then promised he would repay him somehow, he replied, "there is enough for all of us, I cooked more than I needed" he hands them a bowl each and fills them with ramen, he fills his own bowl and they begin eating, throughout their meal the father strikes a conversation with him telling him they in fact his son isn't really his son but his foster son, he found him abandoned as a baby, and raised him as his own. He knew that feeling, he soon discovered the boys parents must have been ninja as he noticed the boy after a while accidentally using jutsu, after taking him to a hidden ninja village he inquired if they could teach him ninja arts to control his unussual chakra flow, they stayed in the village for only a few months before setting out travelling again, they realised this was a good idea as his step-son had in only 2 months mastered jutsu of a amatuer chunin, the father to decided that it was best he train more even though his step-son had mastered fairly powerful jutsu he wasn't a skilled fighter, if was only because of his unnusual chakra he was able to master the jutsu but still he isn't a fighter, so his father told him he should only use it if he needs to, in which they made a vow on this, as the father finished talking, he took the bowls off the father and his son he stacked them and put them on the ground a few foot away from the fire, he stared at the father and said, his life has been similar to mine except I taught myself how to fight, and to control my chakra, the only training I had was to learn how to perform handseals.