A/N: Hi there! WAM is here! I come back. Thank you for those who still reading this!

I am sorry for lack of activities for the past year. It was really a stressing year. Hm, I think my writing style changed.

Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine, I only used it as a base and add it with my imagination. The OC is mine.

Summary: War can bring many things. Conflict, competition and death. It's get worst if you fall in to the world of shinobi with body of five year old! With no way of returning, no hope and no home, will you be able to survive?

-"This is not a game, but survival!"-.

Those who wanted to survive need to have hope.

Hope couldn't be touch. Hope couldn't be seen.

It could be feel.

It was something she desperately clung onto.

She didn't realize how dry her throat was until she could smell the water.

Water was essential. It was her starting line.

However, she never learned a life on a battlefield. It was never sweet.

The first sight that greeted her was blood and gore.

Corpses were thrown all over the place. Some bodies submerged in the stream, dyeing it red. Her movement wavered slightly. However, she was still holding on. She already saw this. She had to be used to it.

She started to observed the surrounding area, as only to not focus on the sight before her.

They were a ninja, or they were used to be. If she steeled herself to survived, then she needed food, water, and maybe a weapon. She looked at them, finding a pouches here and there.

All corpse began to rot, so she was sure they won't be waking up and attacked her.

She began to work. Scavenging the dead was never something she would have signed up for. She could never stand gore and worm that came with it.

While doing so, she tried to avoid looking at corpse's eyes. She doesn't want to know what they felt the moment at their death.

I am sorry.

Her mind repeated in a loop when she accidentally touched the corpse.

A bamboo water holder, rope, kunai, a white powder fold in the small paper and small bag. There was round shape stuff that looked like medicine, but she didn't dare to eat it. She quickly drained the water after she sniffed and make sure it wasn't poison.

I need to left some. Going upstream isn't guarantee that the water will be safe to drink. It will be best if I can find a method of purifying it.

The brunette stuffed things inside a little bag and quickly departed. She didn't forget to pay respect to them. Corpse or not, they still reserved respect. Or, at least they made her last longer.

She went upstream, hoping to found some civilization. At least somewhere safe from this.

She didn't try to be in the clear because ninja could found her. In the end, she chose to be on the edge of the forest and still have a river in her sight. It was hard to walk with only barefoot. There are also a thing that the brunette was wary of, like a poisonous snake or insect.

Traveling were slow and energy consuming. In the end, she had to climb a tree when she couldn't see more than 5 meters ahead. The girl roped herself to the tree. Her stomach growled as if it was gnawing on nothing. The brunette grimaced. She promised to herself that she would find something to eat tomorrow.

Now that survival isn't her top priority, her mind began to wonder. Judging from their speech and the armor they are wearing and if this was the same world in the manga she read, she should have been thrown in the timeline before the founding of Konohagure.

Unfortunately, it is a war period. This is a battlefield, and...

Wait, had Hashirama been born yet?

The brunette pondered about the possibility. She ignored her own depressing thought that echo in the back of her head and tried to come up with a plan.

It doesn't matter if Hashirama had been born or not. His birth will only determine how long the war is going to be. What matter now is that I need to find a way to secure food, water, and a shelter to stay in.

She carefully laid out a plan. Repeating it liked a mantra until she fell asleep.

The next morning was cold as if it was a needle piercing her sleep. Her eyes could barely open. A piece of wood bark found itself to stick on her face like a glue. Her stomach was in a process of gnawing on itself.

Food...

She always wakes up with warm food waiting for her.

Obviously now, it's not.

She stopped her thought before she retreats to her depressing self. The brunette untied herself from the tree and took a look around. When she ensured that it was safe, she carefully climbed down.

I should go upstream and look for some of the wild fruit trees along the way.

Then–

KLANG!

It wasn't even noon when she entered into battle again.

Train of memories flashed through her mind. Explosion, throat slitting, scream, blood, Blood, BLOOD–

Another clash sound of sword startled her out of her daze. Frighten as a rabbit, her body instinctively lunged into the nearest bush, ignoring the scratch she got in the process. Her body curled into a ball and tried to stop herself from trembling.

She didn't even dare to see.

Because she knew, a war was never sweet thing.

It lasted a moment, but it felt like forever.

She could only able to feel again after the crash was long over. She sucked in a deep and crawled out of the bush.

Like I thought.

The scene was oddly familiar. The scent of gore and the color of blood couldn't be erased. It was awful. To wake up with the smell of it, and falling asleep with fear. It was a nightmare.

But she won't uttered a word.

Because that's was how a war was.

Dying become the norm.

She worked on scavaging remains that were left behind, only to froze when she heard it.

She heard it.

Yes, it was soft and quiet, almost like a whisper. But, it still there.

Someone was breathing. Someone was alive.

Yet, it was strange. There was no movement. There was nobody who roared out a command of killing her. So she took the risk of going to the source. It appeared to be behind the large boulder, covered with splashes of blood.

Behind the boulder lay a man. He appeared unconscious. His body covered with wounds, but the major one was his leg. It was twisted in an abnormal way. Carefully touching the unknown young man neck, she sensed a slow steady rhythm.

He was alive.

HE WAS ALIVE.

and her world went still.