Chapter 1

"Hm?" Miyamoto looked around, unsure of where he was.

"I took the road to the estate, so how did I lose the road?" Miyamoto carried on walking, trying to figure out where he was.

Miyamoto was surrounded by a forest with a mist covering the ground and sky. He went to rest his arm on his sword hilt, but it fell to his thigh.

"Huh?" Miyamoto saw no sword on his hip. Miyamoto spun around, seeing if he dropped it somewhere.

"Where did it go? Hm..." Miyamoto was now walking in circles, trying to find his sword.

While searching for his sword, Miyamoto's ears caught the sound of a small whistle.

Miyamoto turned around, seeing a kunai in front of his face, but Miyamoto caught it with ease.

"Oh, an assassin. How rare that someone requested your services." The esteemed assassin used the mist to obscure their movements, but unfortunately, Miyamoto was able to follow every movement without moving his eyes.

The Assassin threw kunai at Miyamoto's back, sides and front, trying to injure him and throw off his tracking.

Miyamoto jumped to the predicted spot of the assassin and his prediction was right. "Found you!"

Miyamoto caught the sight of fear and surprise in the assassin's eyes. With a swift strike, Miyamoto pierced the assassin's chest with his hand.

Miyamoto dropped to the ground, the assassin dangling from his hand. The Assassin removed their mask and spat blood as they tried to talk.

"Who, a-are... You?"

Miyamoto looked at the assassin, a bit confused. "wasn't the name on the assassination contract?"

With their last breath, the assassin spoke. "We... Aren't... Assassins,"

After they said their last words, he began to choke on his blood and a gurgling followed.

"Hm." Miyamoto removed his hand from the assassin's chest, taking the little bag on his leg.

Miyamoto searched for his sword again, and while doing so he looked through the bag.

"Kunai, shuriken, and... Scrolls?" Miyamoto unravelled the scroll, revealing descriptions and symbols that made no sense.

"Pah," Miyamoto spat out, throwing away the bag.

The mist began to clear, the sky revealing itself, the sun dancing its way through the tree leaves.

The silence that the forest made was snuffed out by the sounds of scraping metal, groans of pain and screams of agony.

"That sounds like music to my ears," Miyamoto smiled as he ventured toward the sounds of battle.

***

The battle was over once Miyamoto got to the tree line, he got there when some people looking like the assassin from earlier had executed another assassin of different clan colour.

Miyamoto left the tree line and walked onto the battlefield, picking up one of the swords that were stuck in the ground.

"Hm... Too small, no guard, not grip on the hilt, what a useless weapon." Miyamoto looked at the group of assassins that just executed someone and saw one of them brandishing a convincing Odachi.

***

"What now sir?" One of the figures asked.

"We head back to camp, resupply and then get our next orders. Unless any of you want to do something else?" Hearing no objection, the captain of the group turned to head back to camp, but he was face-to-face with Miyamoto.

The captain saw a face toned by battles, eyes that conceived a predator gaze, and skin defined by a warrior.

Miyamoto looked at the captain dead in his eyes, he could see the emotions wailing behind the captain's eyes.

The other group members jumped back, one of them pulled the captain away, while the others readied their swords.

"Who are you? What clan do you represent?" One of them shouted.

Miyamoto scanned their location and raised his hands, inviting their attacks.

"Fire-style: Fireball Jutsu."

"Earth Release: Earth holding technique."

Two of the assassins did hand signs while the other two threw shuriken and kunai.

While Miyamoto stood in the middle of their attack, he was caught off guard by their magic.

As Miyamoto was getting attacked, the captain tried to call out to his comrades, but one glance at Miyamoto made him feel a blade against his throat. 'No! Don't fight him!'

Miyamoto disappeared, appearing behind one of the assassins casting Jutsu. Miyamoto used the side of his palm to strike the assassin.

Miyamoto split open the assassin's head. As blood spurted out of the assassin's head, the other assassins backed up in fear.

"What the hell!"

"He must be a Jonin!"

"But from which village!?"

Miyamoto disappeared again, appearing below one of the assassins, snatching them out of the air and slamming them into the ground.

"Fire-style: Fireball Jutsu!"

A ball of fierce fire charged at Miyamoto. Miyamoto sliced open the downed assassin before jumping out of the way.

"Got you!" One of the other assassins attempted to stab Miyamoto in the back.

Miyamoto slapped the blade away, piercing the skull of the assassin easily with his hand.

The captain watched from a distance as this demon slaughtered his men with only his hands and his nonchalant face.

"Bastard!" The last assassin charged Miyamoto.

"Lightning style: Electric Overdose Technique." the assassin's sword was encased in blue energy. Miyamoto was a bit thrown off by the technique, which in turn gave the assassin confidence that his attack would work.

"Hyah!" The assassin went to strike at Miyamoto, but all of a sudden, the air around him felt heavy, and the assassin felt his chest rip open, stopping the assassin in his tracks.

"Wh-what. Gah!" before the assassin could comprehend the situation, Miyamoto cut off his head.

"Oh, ho. That was surprising." Miyamoto began to walk over to the captain who was now crawling for dear life.

"St- Stop." Was all his shaky voice could get out. Miyamoto walked up to the captain, and it became visible.

The captain saw the air around Miyamoto bend to his will, the blade before was his fighting spirit manifested.

Miyamoto snatched the Odachi out of the captain's scabbard, examining it.

*Sniff* Miyamoto turned to the captain and found the source of the putrid smell. "You soiled yourself, not even worth the trouble."

Miyamoto left, leaving the captain to sweat in his soiled pants, heaving as he faced someone he could never have dreamed of.

***

From a distance, a leaf shinobi watched the scene from a distance, running off to inform his village.