Namikaze Minato.
Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
xxvii — soldier
He came to an abrupt halt with his kunai poised just before the fine milky thread that was his quarry's neck.
His other outstretched hand held the mask, the shroud, he had pulled away.
Minato's blue eyes were wide as he stared at this—this civilian woman before him. It was obvious, to a near-painful point, that she was no kunoichi.
Yet she glowered at him with the valiance a warrior may possess, even as her bleeding hands were pinned to the tree behind her.
"What is it, Konoha shinobi—"
He knew her. He had sat down with her just yesterday to partake in a casual, passing conversation; the kind that occurred between like-minded strangers.
"—what is it our nations are fighting for?"
"You are…" he whispered.
"Get out, get out!" she screamed tearfully, struggling under his firm grip. "Stop this war—stop killing our people!"
All war is deception.
—Sun Tzu
Author's Note: I can see myself writing more on this. If you guys would like a mini-series on this, or something, let me know.