AN okie dokies people I in a fit of oddnesss took another look at my story Prince of Jutsu's and went "well shit this isn't going to work". My mind is like a squirrel with ADHD on crack so yeah. The only reason why I even remembered I had a story was due to the fact I got a very scary e-mail basicly stating the I better continue my story or I will be in pain then dead so………heres the new prologue.

P.S. as im writing this my teacher is glaring at me.

Prologe

They were closing in on me. I know it 'cause I could practically feel their hot drunken breath going down my neck. I knew the chances of me escaping them were slim to none, but there was no way they were going to get me without a fight! That's when I felt it, a kunai lodging itself into the half of my leg. 'SON OF A BITCH!' I mentally screamed.

The shock caused me to fall, and before I could even think of getting up the mob was on me like no tomorrow. They caused me so much pain and suffering telling me I was a demon, even though I never have been mean to them nor have I tried to return the favor of the pain they caused me from their actions.

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The small child was buried in the pile of bodies as people climbed over one another to get a chance at beating the child. The please of forgiveness, loss upon deaf ears, as the beating continued. The boy finally, giving up, stopped responding to them at all. Quickly growing tiered of the non-respondent, left to go on with their every day lives, as the mob dispersed it started to rain almost as if the heavens were crying for the misjudged child left alone to die. As he lied there he started to sing in the most heart breaking voice.

"Happy Birthday to me… Happy Birthday to me……"

This was the sight the third Hokage came upon.

'Oh Minato, what fools are we! For thinking that the very people we protect with our lives would beat and abandon their very savior son and protector! What could be done? What are the prices we must push upon this child…No young man?' with this last thought he bent down with tears in his eyes and gently picked up the poor beaten boy as he fell into the loving hold of unconscious.

He took a closer look upon the boy; his features even when sleeping looked troubled his once bright sunshine blonde hair now dulled with blood and dirt among other things, his body light and dangerously skinny due to his lack of food.

"Oh, what fools are we?" the man whispered to himself "To put trust upon those who are undeserving and ignore those that are loyal to a fault. What fools are we!"