This is a story which idea I had already tried on here, in spanish, but I did not like the result, and I realized I was not following many of the rules in the Naruto universe, besides the fact that it was written poorly. So! I decided to make a better edition of it, and to make it in English, to see how the readers would react.

Okay, so, yes, this is a New Generation fanfic, BUT before you roll your eyes and leave, allow me a chance to show you I can pull it off, maybe even make it interesting. A New Generation story that does not make the children exact copies of their parents, one where the new Generation has their own weaknesses and challenges to overcome, and quirks can make them show their human side rather than them all being mary sues like some stories out there.

This is the Prologue. The first chapter will mention various characters, however, they will all appear gradually in order to focus on each team/individual with more attention. The reason why many are placed at the beginning is so that they do not appear out of nowhere later on in the story and there is not confusion. I will, however, place a list with each individual and their description at the beginning of each chapter is you guys wish for it.

Rating: T [Might change to M later on, but that's yet to be decided]

And here we go-!

Prologue
Time of War

If we don't end war, war will end us.

H. G. Wells

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The masked figure waited. His white vest was now almost completely crimson with blood, both his and his enemy's. His pale arms were covered in scars, old and new, and his black trousers were full of holes that could only have been made with knives.

It was supposed to be an easy mission. But like all things when war was approaching, it had proved itself to be anything but that. The security for this man, for this scum of a human being had been enhanced, and the guards have proven themselves to be tough. Two months had it taken him to find the safe house.

But now he had a mission to complete.

The door of the mansion opened, and a tall man, maybe in his early forty's came into full view on the masked youth.

The wounded shinobi stood up in the branch he had been resting on, and his full height did not even reach five feet. But this was the cost of war. Sacrificing children that seemed capable enough to do such dirty jobs. They were small, fast, and they had been trained to do nothing more than to kill. That was their way of life, at least for most.

Wobbly, and clearly tired from all his fighting and waiting, the boy leaped down of the tree, with barely a sound being made.

The target tensed, slightly, and turned his head towards where he thought the enemy could be. Seeing nothing but darkness, he decided that his mind was playing tricks on him, that he needed to rest more and that there was no way people could find him here. That's what they'd promised.

The boy, whose porcelain tiger mask shone with the symbol of the Leaf right underneath the left eye, moved as fast as he could until he stood in front of his target.

Shock and fright poured into the target's face, but he was frozen in his spot and all that could escape from his lips at seeing such a small child with a tanto covered in blood was a choked sound of surprise.

"Boo." Whispered the boy in such a cold way that only caused the older male to tense further.

And a second later, the short sword had been driven through the target's chest.

That was it.

His name wasn't important, nor were his looks.

He was Target.

Target and nothing more.

There was the Prologue. I know it was short, but the first chapter is much longer. Promise. Please! Leave me your thoughts and your criticism, or if you have any idea for the story, you can send me that, too, and I'll see how to adapt it for the story. Of course, you will be given credit for the idea!

Also, a question. What is your first thought when I say "old book"?