It doesn’t get easier
Let’s face it, when your parents just died right in front of the stairs and some asshat from another village just set the majority of your house on fire with ninja magic. Jumping through that third story window that never bothers to open is about the only reasonable thing to do. Well that’s the thought process of one silver haired, golden eyed, nameless,and now orphaned four year old who is currently suffering some slight amnesia because, well all of that stuff just mentioned a few lines up. To catch you up on what’s going on at this time in ninja history, Hashirama Senju is dead. Madara Uchiha is pretending to be dead. Tobirama Senju is the Second Hokage, and the Second Shinobi World War is brewing fast.
Surprisingly, the kid sticks a pretty good landing, he tried to do a roll with the forward momentum of the jump but now has a dislocated shoulder. So not exactly perfect but let’s keep in mind he’s four and in shock, could have done worse. After laying face down in the dirt for a few hours. Kept warm by his burning house, the boy manages to get up, looking behind him to see the collapsing embers that once were his home. He shakily stands to his feet, too overwhelmed to process the numb pain in his arm.
The boy looks the west, seeing the dark, billowing smoke rising from around where the other settlement a few miles away, here on the outskirts of the Land of Fire, did little to inspire hope that anyone else was alive, but seeing as it was the only place he could think to go he started walking. His parents had taken him there several times, there was a doctor there and he often got sick, something about him having more “chakraa” then was normal for his age, he didn’t really understand what that meant and it wasn’t important enough to think of now as he listened carefully to the woods around him for animals or anything really. The path was easy to follow but the plants had started trying to take it back as they hadn’t gone to the little town in more than a month, but as he came nearer to the place they’d usually stop for a picnic his stomach growled, but he had no food to assuage if so he kept walking.
He got about one-fourth of the way through the three mile walk before his eyes started to sag and the pain in his arm made itself known. He got another few feet before he collapsed entirely, falling unconscious. It was nearly three hours later that he came to consciousness again an orange fox was sitting before him, a large leaf with a pile of berries on top of it, once the fox saw that he was awake it scurried off. He sat there for a few minute before he came to the decision it was probably eat them and die or don’t eat them and possibly die, he ate them in large handfuls, it was only a few seconds before he ate all of them, but his stomach was satisfied. A few moments later the boy worked his way to his feet and started walking towards the still smoking settlement.