A Failed Attack
As he continued what had become trudging along the path, he could see brief flashes of their fur, their almost glowing eyes, and hear their short breaths and light foot falls. The foxes of these woods were now following him as he made his way. As the en of trail grew nearer he wondered if they might come out of the thick underbrush and the trees into the small village now that there were likely no people left in it. Soon enough the boy got his answer as he exited the trees and the rustling of the paws halted before retreating, getting ever fainter as they returned to their secret den somewhere in the deep of the forest.
As he suspected, the small settlement had been raided, like his own many houses had been burned, some still stood but judging by the splatters of blood on the street it seemed unlikely anyone was still around. It had take nearly fifteen minutes but he had searched every unburnt house, he had found none alive, many dead, and food of these he had forced himself to consider the food the most important. He had also managed to find a few stray kunai, he took three of them with him as he gathered food and took it to one of the few completely empty houses. All the while he wondered why he had managed to survive when it seemed no one else had.
The boy gathered as much food as he could find into the small hut like house, he also brought as many pillows and blankets as he could find and arranged a bed of sorts, he would have tried to drag a mattress but the dark bruising on his dislocated shoulder and the stabbing pain whenever he tried to move it made him think better of attempting it. He stayed there for what felt like days, long enough for the smoke and embers to have all died down, eating as little of the food as he could and drinking from a well in the center of the small settlement, on what felt like maybe the fifth or sixth day he heard a group heading through the woods toward the little village. Not really knowing what to do, he hid in the hut like house, holding onto one of the kunai tightly with his good hand. He had no way to know how many there were but he could tell that they were no longer in the forest and were working their way through the little village.
He saw the shadow of one of them coming through the doorless entrance to the hut, his heart started beating faster as he tried to steady his breath, he adjusts his grip on the kunai and. Barely had he leapt from the hut when his arm was caught in such a way he had to drop the weapon. Dangling about two feet in the air, he is brought face to face with a pale, silver haired, red eyed man with a red mark under each eye and one on the chin. “Well, I do believe this is the first time someone so young made an attempt on the Hokage’s life” a low voice to the right said. “Ho...Hokage?” it was then the boy realized he hadn’t talked since this all started, it was this fact and the surprize that he’d just tried to kill the most powerful Shinobi in the land of fire with nothing but a kunai.