The boy was alone.

The villagers had burned his only home for the third time. The Hokage had tried to prevent things like this from happening, but he could not be everywhere at once. And so, once again, the boy was alone, with only the thin clothes on his back to protect him. Though he did not notice it, a mocking laugh rang in his head, delighting at his misery, in a voice that was not the boy's. The boy continued to walk away from the scene, the smell of smoke filling his nostrils. He avoided the glares of villagers and shinobi alike, and closed his ears to their mocking laughter. He left his face emotionless but his clear blue eyes showed his true thoughts.

"Why me?"

Uzumaki Naruto was alone.

And that is the worst thing that can happen to a child.