New Blood: A Blood Line mini

Hot embers fell onto Hiro Isome’s head and shoulders
All around him the sounds of battling shinobi rang out. Everything he knew was coming down in a rain of flame and blood. He knew somewhere in the chaos and confusion his family were fighting for their lives, but all he could do was stand and watch as the Isome clan was slain in its own temple.
Out of the fighting and fire walked a lone ninja. He waded through the fighters on the outskirts of the main battle and stoped when he saw a blue eyed, black haired boy. The image the scene brought to the shinobi’s mind was that of his own son. Shaking his head to clear the image, he raised his katana.
Hiro squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the end, but it never came. Cautiously he opened his eyes, still expecting the blow to come at any time. The body of the ninja lay at his feet, three Senbon embedded in his back. The figure standing over the body reached out and rested his hand on Hiro’s shoulder. “Hiro-kun, get out of here! The last of us are making a stand in the library, but our line must continue, consider this your first mission as a Genin, get out, live beyond tonight! Go now!” With that, Horono, the Isome clan head turned in a flash of white hair and bloodstained kimono and rejoined the flow of battle.
Hiro waited until he could no longer see the old shinobi, then used a new found courage to pull a kunai holster off the dead man in front of him and begin his run through the massive halls of the Isome temple.
As he ran through the bloody halls of his home, he had a growing sense that this was the last time he would see them. He was abandoning everything he held dear, but he knew he had to carry out his mission, as a shinobi.
A few halls away from the great oak doors that lead outside, Hiro stopped, the sounds of battle behind him had started to decline, he didn’t have much time.
Just before he started again, he caught the shadow in the corner of his eye and knew he only had a fraction of a second to dodge.
Hiro’s dodge was late and the kunai sliced his arm as the knife flew by. As he turned, a beam from the ceiling wrapped in flames fell, silhouetting his attacker. Hiro pulled a kunai of his own and without thinking charged the new threat.
In the fraction of a second before the ninja’s counter made contact, Hiro got a good look, he was wearing an ANBU uniform and mask.
The Elite’s kick hit Hiro in his chest and sent him flying back. He hit hard against a wall and slide down to a sitting position. The shinobi walked closer, two katanas reflecting the flicker of the fire.
As he came closer, the ninja said something that was lost to Hiro’s almost unconscious mind. The darkness that had started around Hiro’s vision covered all his sight.
He bolted up, sweat dripping down his face even though the night’s air was cool. The dream he’d been having already lost to his memory, hiro looked to his right. Hanako Kotori lay there, her almond hair covering the upper half of her small frame and face. What ever he had been dreaming was over now.
Hiro looked around the clearing they had decided to spend the night in, his right hand creeping up his arm until he found the scar that was a mark of what happened those thirteen years ago on his fifth birthday, a past event he didn’t remember.
He sat there looking up at the night sky, lost in thought until the first rays of day stabbed deep into the dark.