They were in the middle of the war, everything was complete chaos if they were honest, killing here, killing there, there wasn't much to do, and so it was for the young Yamato at only fifteen. At that moment he was surrounded by ninjas, who could end his life at any moment, until a small ray of hope invaded his gaze, another ninja from his village came to help him. Yamato was thankful to heaven that someone had found him, or now he would be dead at the hands of those ninjas.