The Last Assassin

By Anonymus2047

Prologue – The Hunting Spirit

Disclaimer - I do not own either Naruto or Assassin's Creed

A/N – this will be a one-shot for now, however, if I get good reviews I'll make it into a whole story

The streets of Konoha were quiet, a single leaf drifting down from the surrounding forest. Footsteps suddenly echoed off of the walls in the central part of the village. A man ran panting into the village square, moonlight gleaming off of his sweat-soaked silver hair and his Konoha hitae-ate as he slowed to a stop, pushing his wire-frame glasses back up his nose. 'I think I finally lost it.' He thought to himself. 'Now, I need to find the other members of my team and report back to Otogakure before it finds me again.' Having recovered enough to start moving again, he turned and got ready to leap onto the rooftops. Before he could take a single step, he heard a slight *click* behind him. The man reacted swiftly, his actions betraying his fear. He spun around, took a step back, and drew a kunai knife all in one movement. His eyes widened as he took in the full appearance of his tormentor.

A tall figure stood before him, dressed in a pure white cloak, cinched closed with a red sash and a golden belt that had the hilts of several small knives showing. The figure wore buckled combat boots over its feet, and a strangely shaped hood, one that swept forward to a point over its forehead, shadowing its face. The most frightening aspect of its appearance, however, was the blank ceramic mask that concealed its features, a mask that was normally worn by a villages hunter-nin squads. This particular mask, however, did not have a village symbol. Instead this mask had a symbol he had never seen before. The bizarre symbol resembled a letter "A", only without the cross stroke and had what looked like a cestus underneath it.

The man smiled and put his weapon away when the figure remained motionless. 'I guess it means me no harm after all.' The man thought after a few minutes as he calmly stepped towards the figure. The man stopped dead when the figure tilted its head at him, as though pondering a question. Before the man could step away again, the figure reached out and, in a move the man could barely see, grabbed the man's throat. Shocked and frightened, the man grabbed the figure's arm, in an attempt to pull the hand from his throat. Before he could however, he heard a pop, felt a sudden pain, and then everything went dark. The figure laid the body on the ground, pulled something from its cloak, threw it into the air, and pinned it to a nearby wall with a straight-bladed throwing knife. The figure then turned and vanished into the night as if it had never been. The moonlight shone down on the sleeping village, a village that would soon know that Tamashii no Naruto, The Spirit of the Maelstrom, had struck again.

AN: This will be a prequel for the main story which will start next chappie.

Also: Kudos to anyone who could possibly miss who the victim was. I swear, I made it as obvious as I could without just naming him. :p

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