Prologue to a Story

Prologue: On a sunny afternoon, well and safe in the quiet village of Konoha, a young boy was playing with his family's old kunai. Perspiration dripped off his sticky forehead as he thrust out his hand somewhat expertly, releasing the worn kunai. It cut through the air easily and emitted a sharp, almost audible sound, but despite his mastering of the throw, the kunai were way off the intended target. He grimaced in frustration as …

…beamed at this. "Come on," his brother ushered, clasping the child's small hand in his large, strong one, "It's getting dark now. Let's get home before our parents become worried." The two siblings walked hand in hand back to their welcoming home, laughing and enjoying each other's company as the sun gradually set in the distance and disappeared from the face of the earth, yet to appear again as night turned to day once again.