CHAPTER ONE: A Job Well Done
Blue lightning. Chakra bullets. It was almost beyond comprehension. Everything was flying so fast, and I couldn't do anything. I was only two when it happened. When my parents died. I was always part of the Kotanime kekkei genkai, and I somehow had some other kekkei genkai mixed in there, like particle release and yin-yang and wood release, and we were always hated for our power. But why did it have to be me?
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Got him. I thought to myself as I located my target through the scope of my gauss rifle. The name was kinda deceiving. This thing was more of a gauss cannon. I shifted my position to be more accurate. Damn rifle I cursed mentally. I hated using them. Most people did. Gauss rifles were bulky and heavy and took forever to recharge, giving you one chance in most cases. They were accurate...most of the time, but you could never fully trust one. I would have preferred to just throw a kunai at him, but I didn't think I could hit him from 5000 meters. Sure, I could throw it that far, but not very accurately. I would be lucky to hit the broad side of a chakra stream. I looked through the scope again. Luckily, I had experience. I knew just how to aim to compensate for the last minute twitch of pulling the trigger. I knew how chakra streams would alter the path of the discharge. It was a strong shot - grazing the big toe would blow the target up due to electrical discharge - but it was unreliable. Why the Yamanaka clan? I asked myself. The person I was assassinating was a member of the Yamanaka clan, a clan of shinobi with an ability similar to the great dojutsu of the Hyuuga clan, the byakugan. It allowed them to detect people with a malicious intent toward the user within a certain range. In this case, that range was 4950 meters, and to be safe I took another 50 away. He wouldn't be able to see where I was, only that I was there, but that led to the second ability of the Yamanaka. They had basic precognition abilities when they detected their enemy, making any attacks I used useless other than a simple hand to hand fight. I wanted to not have my face be seen, so I didn't risk it. My finger tightened on the trigger. I adjusted aim slightly, got everything ready, and pulled. The gun twitched slightly, as expected, and there was a loud humming before a bolt of energy shot out of the end. I watched as it struck my target in the chest and he exploded, most of his body vaporised from the heat. I smirked to myself as the gauss cannon folded back up into a small thumb drive. Another clean kill.
I walked back into my room and called my client. The phone rang three times before he answered.
"Yes?" he said. I turned on my voice modulator.
"The job is done, sir," I said, my voice modified by the device held to my throat. "I will send a pickup to get your money."
"And how do I know you actually did it?" He asked, sceptical. I rolled my eyes.
"Look out your north window," I said before hanging up. I threw my phone onto the couch and collapsed on my bed without even stripping. I passed out quickly.