Shiro eyes slowly open, he is laying down next to a tree, being covered with it's shadow. He gets up and look at the blue sky while the strong sun light shines on his eyes.
"What a beutiful day..."
Shiro put his jacket on, get his bag with all his equipment and start walking towards a big forest.
"Konoha is not too far, I should get there by the end of the day"
Shiro was in his way to Konoha. Being a Ronin is a difficult task, but that is the life he chose. He is a 12 year old boy living by himself in this dangerous world, he doesn't have a home, he doesn't have family, he doesn't have friends. To him the only thing he needs is internal peace. He lives in the nature, playing with animals, getting his own food, finding places to sleep every night. That is how his parents taught him how to live.
His parents and him used to live around the Konoha border, but because of an ANBU attack against his clan, everyone from his family was murder and Shiro was the only one who stayed alive. He doesn't remember that night and he doesn't know who killed his family. Now he lives searching for answers and looking for new people to join his clan.
He is in his way to Konoha, where he will try to look for some answers and get some money for new clothes, food and equipment.
"Maybe I can find someone to teach me some new jutsus"
Shiro finds a small river where he clean his face, after that he grabs his backpack and start walking towards Konoha.
[Exit]