The only choice, fight to survive!
The impassive face the boy was putting up did nothing to hide the distraught look in his eyes, or disguise the sorrowful undertone in the words he spoke. All four of the Shinobi present could not help but feel great pity for this child. Orochimaru, a fellow orphan, especially could relate to this kind of sadness and was the first to move to comfort the boy. “Your new name,” he says placing a hand on the boys shoulder “will be Shirubā Kumo of Konoha, a silver cloud to come from all of this tragedy.” he gives the boy an unusually genuine smile, unlike the twisted grins of malice which will very soon replace this kinder one permanently. Jiraiya lets out one of his barking laughs “Silver of the hidden leaf, I like it!” he pats Orochimaru on the back and smiles at the boy. “So,” Tsunade comes to stand with her teammates in front of the boy with the Second and fueter Third Hokage standing just behind them, “what do you say? Do you want to come back with us to the land of the Hidden Leaf and become a Shinobi?” she finishes with a smile, matching her teammates.
For a moment, the child didn’t really know how to react. Go to the village when he had practically just tried to kill their leader? How could they possibly be serious? Then he thought of the small pile of blankets and cushions behind him that had been his bed, the scarce amount of food he’d salvaged from the unburnet houses, and the fox’s which seemed only to risk leaving the woods at night to stand in front of the hut, how much longer would they be willing to do that for him. He had no choice, even if this was a false glimmer of hope he would clench it tight with his teeth if he had to to keep it. “Yes, I want to become a Shinobi!”. Who ever he had been, here with his parents and this little village, no longer mattered, if the choice was to stay here and die soon as a boy with no name like his family and this village had, or to fight for survival as Shirubā Kumo, then he would be the Silver Shinobi of The Hidden Leaf!