"It's a boy." the woman turned to look at the girl sitting next to her. There was a small child in her arms, wrapped in a rough white cloth. It was the best they had. The child watched, black eyes taking in everything.

"We do not need it then." the girl nodded and walked back into the trees. They were not cruel people, but the child would not be welcome in their village. After all, a man would not survive in a village of women.

The masked man raised a hand, white mask glinting slightly in the moonlight. The three identical forms behind his stopped as well and they listened. Nearby there was a rustling, and the bushes next to them shifted ever so slightly.

There was no wind.

The lead man flicked his wrist and one of the figures jumped down from the trees to check. The masked ninja stood back up with a child in their arms, black eyes studying them. There was a moment of silence before they took off again.

This time the child went with them.

"Mite? Where are you going." The year old child blinked and tilted it's head. Black eyes gleamed. "Silly child. Come on you must be hungry."

The black braid shifted as the boy turned to crawl away from the caretaker.

"Mite?"

The boy ignored her and the silence remained as he crawled back to the crib in the corner of his room. There were no other children present, as they were all eating and only the caretaker made a sound, for not even as he crawled did the boy make a sound.

"Children! Settle down! The ninja will be here soon."

The orphan children cheered once more before settling in their seats. Behind them however sitting in the far back corner was a boy, around three years in age. He wore black, and his skin was pale from never going outside. His eyes, the same dark black as his braided hair, watched the proceedings.

There was a puff of smoke in the front and the children gaped in surprise as the brown haired ninja before them smiled warmly.

"Hello everyone! I'm Shinoro Tasuki! I'm the ninja here to talk with you!" the children laughed yet the one boy continued to watch silently..

Mazari Yamanaka watched sticking to the ceiling with chakra as his partner talked with the children, telling them all about the like of a shinobi. Well not the negative parts but still, they were just kids. It was his job to look as the children and see if there were any children good for the shinobi job.

He had just finished up at the academy yesterday. None of them were special.

Here at the orphanage however there was once particular child he had looked into before they visited. Mite, the silent child of the orphanage, not even a sound had come from him. Most children were loud when they walked, and made rustling sounds every time they moved, but he had not.

He hadn't cried and his footsteps had always been silent. He didn't speak or anything of the sort. He communicated through his hands, moving them to motion what he wanted.

"Mite, do you not like the ninja?"

The child turned to the caretaker and shook his head. His face morphed into an annoyed expression, and the caretaker laughed nervously.

From behind him the presenting shinobi spoke,"Ah young one, would you like to try throwing a Kunai? The rest of the children have given it a shot already."

He looked to the sharp knife, not at all frightened by the ninja's shunshin or the blade being held out to him. The boys small hand reached out and gripped the handle loosely. He stood, not even reaching the shinobi's knees and made his way to the temporary target that had been set up 15 feet away.

He stood at the white line and threw.

Everyone held their breaths as the Kuni sailed through the air then impaled itself deep in the center of the target. The child turned to the people watching and beamed. It wasn't one of those smiles that frightened you intentionally, but rather one that was so inissintly sweat you couldn't help but step back.

"M-Mite, let's go sit back down now alright."

The child nodded and walked back to his spot silently and continued watching.

"Mite hu. He'd make a good ninja. He's got good aim for a brat, but i'm sure it was pure luck." the Yamanaka hiding in the shadows let himself smile lightly and for his eyes to drip around the room once more.

The older children were glaring at the boy, and the younger ones pouted. A few were even crying.

The man hiding in the shadows of the room watched as his partner neared the silent boy.

"Your name is Mite correct?" a nod, "Ah, that's great! How would you like to join the Academy in a few years?" Another nod, "Then you better get training Mite. War isn't a pretty thing.

The boy looked up and smiled and grinned as though his dreams had just come true.

"Watching. Such a fitting name for a child like him. It's hard to think he's as young as they say he is."

"Mite?" the black haired boy turned to look at the shinobi standing behind him and tilted his head to the side in question, "Do you remember when i asked you if you wanted to the join the academy?"

A nodd.

The Shinobi blinked in surprise then chuckled nervously, "What a great memory." He shook his head to clear it and looked at the boy once more, "We need you to carry through with that now. We are officially in a time of war now."

Then the boy spoke his first words ever, "I know. I've been watching."

It was then that the first person realized what the boy could do. He didn't just watch what was before him, but also the world he lived in.

"Then you know tha…"

He was cut off as the boy turned to look at him and the boys energy washed over him, aged far beyond what he looked. Then Mite smiled and stood abandoning the thick book he had been reading from. Everything about the child screamed strong and the ninja before him decided his earlier comment wasn't required. This child would do great things.

"I with you luck kid,"

The academy had lots of odd children go through it, but this one had to be the cherry on top of the cake. He excelled in everything they asked him to do, and his eyes...

His eyes, the most frightening part of him being. They were far too old and wise for a boy his size and age. "Mite? Would you like to answer this question?"

Mite turned to face his teacher, no longer looking out the window at the busy streets below. He stood walking to the front of the room where the math problem was written. The chalk was silent as he dragged it along the board, writing number after number until he determined the answer.

The chalk stopped writing and was returned to its place as Mite walked back to his seat and continued looking out over the village, taking in everything there was to see.

"T-thankyou Mite." nervously the teacher stuttered watching the childs unsettleing eyes wander around the room before stopping on a man walking inside the building. Seconds later the school sirens sounded and the children screamed.

Blood spilled in waves from the Genins stomach as he clutched his wounded stomach. His team played in similar states around him, bleeding helplessly onto the ground. The enemy ninja smirked at him and dropped the bloody kuni.

"Sorry kid, but war is war."

The genin coughed up the blood beginning to fill his lungs and he glared at the man who had henged as his sensei with the last of his life force. The man walked away smirking and ran down the hallway just as the siren blared.

"Children! Hurry and evacuate! Stay close to your sensei and the older children!"

Desperately children pushed through the doors leading outside, occasional screams of terror as as footsteps ran above them. Towering above the students were the teachers sending identical looks of worry to one another.

They were one child short, and it was none other than the child named Mite, who fit his name in every way possible.

"I'll go look for him, make sure the children get to safety." in a puff of smoke the chinin teacher was gone and his fellow teachers rushed the last of the children outside.

The man hummed as he walked down the hallway, drawing a sharp kuni along the wall as he walked. He stopped at a doorway and peered inside the doors that had never been closed as the building evacuated.

He was about to move on when suddenly froze and turned his head to the back wall where the wall met the windows. There was a child there, head turned around to stare at him, eyes unblinking.

"Eh? Don't look at me like that you brat!"

The enemy ninja waved the kuni around in an attempt to intimidate him. The child stood, chair moving silently across the floor. Silence. It was completely silent, and that was all it took for the ninja to become suspicious.

"Hey brat! You listening to me?" there was no response other than the child slow walking as he neared the confused ninja. "Did your mother not teach you manners Brat?"

A pause then the child continued to walk, eyes still unblinking.

Mite was only feet away when the offending ninja took a step back and the kuni fell from his hand. In that split second Mite swept forwards and caught the kuni handle. Without hesitation he spelt it upwards and sliced open the mans sumec.

"Gah! You brat!" the enemy ninja's henge fell revealing a heavily muscled man wearing a Kiri headband. He was dressed in pure black just like the child before him, however his skin was tanned.

He pulled out another kuni and aimed for the child open front, only to find his eyes piercing his own. He faltered leaving himself open for an attack and before he could even process what had happened his own weapon had been stabbed through his heart and pulled out again.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

Turning the corner the teacher froze at the sight before him. The hallway looked completely normal except for the body lying upon the floor and the boy standing there holding the bloody murder weapon.

"Mite? Where did you get that?"

The black haired child turned and tilted his head to the side and smiled, "He dropped it."

The teacher gulped and turned to look at the Anbu that had just appeared behind him and turned back to look at his student. He closed his eyes and frowned. Never once had he wanted one of his children to experience war before they were Genin.

"Mite. let's go talk to the Hokage."

The boy dropped the kuni next to the corpse he was staring at with dark eyes. He trailed behind his teacher without questioning anything, and never once did he show a singh that the blood dying his clothes a shiny black bothered him.

The twin katana's glinted in the sun as the edges dripped with blood. Their most recent target gasped like a fish trying to fill their lungs, but their lungs were in tatters and the air leaked from them faster than their heart could pump blood.

"Monster."

It was the last word the shinobi was able to utter as his eyes dimmed until all life left them. Black eyes stared unblinking as the thirteen year old boy flung the blood from his swords. Pale skin sharply contrasted the black blood soaked clothes he wore.

A nearby ninja wearing the same headband decorated with a leaf turned to face him. "You're needed on the front lines."

The only answer she received was a nod then he began running forwards toward the screams. Occasionally a ball of fire would launch into the sky illuminating it further. Bodies litter the once beautiful field, and the ground wept with spilled blood.

Nothing would be able to grow in these land for years, the soil was too flooded with blood to be usable, and the boy had to live with the fact that the mud he stepped in was not a mixture of dirt and water.

As he ran his eyes flickered to everything. Taking in the numerous bodys before him. All of them were bloodied but a few of them were burned beyond recognition. None of them mattered to him. There was nothing he could do for the dead.

He passed the occasional wounded soldier and stopped only long enough to slit their throats if they were not from Kahona or wrap their wound his they were allies.

"You shouldn't go up there kid. The front lines are a blood bath right now." the girl coughed into her hand as he wrapped her middle with bandages. She had been stabbed almost straight through her middle and she had been lucky that it missed anything important.

Mite shook his head and smiled warmly at her, motioning to the area around him that had also once been the front lines.

"He. I know kid. I just don't like seeing people so young being sent out like this." her eyes closed as she continued. "I know about you though. You're Mite. You were from the same orphanage as that other orphan kid who's been riseing in the ranks recently."

A nodd.

"Well, i'm sorry to waste your time, there are many more dieing as we speak. I can only pray that you return alive."

There was no answer other than the soft brush of wind as it passed by. Mite was already long gone.

One after another they fell. The tide of never ending shinobi seemed to be everywhere at one, and he was being pressed in on all sides.

They were losing. Kahona was losing and Mite wasn't able to retract like they had been ordered hours ago. There were several other kahona shinobi stranded in the sea of enemies and their chances of survival were low.

"Give up scum!"

The man was silenced in the swing of a blade and another took his place. "You're not going to make it out of this!"

"You're in way over your head brat!"

"Just surrender, and maybe we won't kill you!"

Mite knew he wouldn't get out of this alive, but he'd rather die trying than to be captured by the enemy where he wouldn't be of any aid to the people of his village. At least here he was able to thin their numbers if even only by a few.

This was the life of a ninja. You died for your village no matter what you did.