Konoha: The Will of Fire

Drip, drip. The sky was gloomy, and rain fell without pause onto the ground and the leaves, making a faint pattering sound. The desolate scene all around seemed to tell the story of this accursed conflict.

Beneath a tree in the forest, a ragged boy was curled up. He had long purple hair that fell past his shoulders and stood barely a meter tall. His features were delicate, but the grime on his face and his refugee-like clothes completely obscured them.