The Serect of Iruka Umino

The gate with a standing symbol that enters to a clan that is very well known. The symbol with waves for the meaning of the sea. The Umino clan. Late at night, with crickets singing, the quiet ground of the Umino's clan is calm, again quiet, and peaceful. Everyone was in their comfy homes before the destruction, horror, nightmare, or better yet, the night that will never be forgotten. No one knows what time destruction started, but a certain little boy knows when it ends. All the little boy heard was swords clashing against other swords, yelling and screams of pain. He ran outside to see every umino's shinobi fighting against enemies. No one knows where the unknown shinobi's came from. The little boy couldn't understand or see anymore of this destruction happening. He got on his knees and bent his head down to the ground. A loud, painful war cry came from the little boy. His eyes were closed so tight; moments later, everything was quiet. No fighting, no swords clashing, no yelling, no children crying, no anything. The little boy opens his eyes and looks up to the horror to see everyone on the ground, not moving. He looks around to find beautiful brown wings. That moment, he knew what had happened. He lost control and killed everyone. He took another look around to see the destroyed houses that were on the ground. The little boy got up to, hopefully, someone still alive. Maybe he can heal them, but he looks around, and he can't find any living shinobi. He found his father and cried, kneeling next to his dead father. Soon, he found his mother, not many tears for her as most were waste on his father. He found his sensei. Somehow, he had some more tears for his sensei. The little boy ran away, far away from the grounds and out of the village, but stayed nearby. He landed on a bench on a tree near the river. The boy looked down at his reflection from the water. The chocolate skin, dark brown hair with beautiful brown eyes. The cute scar going along on his face, over the bridge of his nose. The brown wings slowly faded away as the little boy fell asleep on the bench. Or better known as Iruka Umino, who was falling asleep on the bench. Only at 6.