Home in a unfamiliar place

The wet sensation of waves of tears running down the check , the sight of the dirt road ahead, each step quicker yet heavier than the last as he ran with all his might hoping his father would come and save him, the sound of branches and tree leaves around him rustling in the wind as Shinobi from a place he knew not where or why pursued him, the son of traitors. 

A flash of pain ripples through young Hafuma as a kunai glances his skin , leaving a fresh bleeding cut, teeth grind against each other as he feels the pain but to stop running because of it, is an option leading to death. 

He continues running but his stamina has run dry, slowing down enough for his two pursuer to cut him off, flanking him from his right and left as they used kunais to close in on him, kunais piercing his skin deep enough to press past his skin as they create a X-mark cut on his stomach, a forever symbol of his parents betrayal marked into his flesh, than the world went black. 

Hafuma opened his eyes to the bed two meters away from him, his body slumped against the wall as he fell asleep on the floor, a habit of survivor but his life was different now. A Genin..a Shinobi..it was almost unreal that he was an innocent boy on the run up until now yet here he was, the word of one person able to change his fate, strange as it may be.

Rising up to his feet Hafuma walked across his new home, stopping at a window that gave him a view of some of the village, simply standing their hair awfully ruffled, face partially hidden with his black mask it might have been strange for anyone to see him just observing so he only did so for a few moments before he quite literally leapt out his window, the morning sun and the taste of something salty being carried through the air as he stepped on a ledge balancing his body to enjoy the moment, such a unfamiliar place yet it felt right to be here, his new home, he swore to protect it like his mother once did, but he would be sure to not abandon it like his parents.

The day was young, he had money from his journey, as a missing ninja descendant it was hard to buy food, he had to hunt what he ate but now perhaps he could just waltz into the village and buy a hot meal..yes..that sounded ideal right now. Leaping from the ledge, Hafuma jumped several meters to another rooftop, as he traveled on foot deeper into the village in search of food.