System in Assassin's Creed

Chapter 240: Chapter 239: Assassin’s Art

---The Tower - Central Arena---

Haku stood in the center of the arena, his posture relaxed, his hands hanging loosely by his sides. Across from him, Misumi Tsurugi adjusted his glasses, a confident, almost arrogant smirk playing on his lips.

”Let me warn you,” Misumi said, his voice cold and clinical. ”Once my move gets a hold of you, it’s over. I’ll finish this quickly.”

Haku didn’t bristle or boast. He simply nodded his head, his expression polite behind his mask. ”I see. I wish you luck.”

Misumi narrowed his eyes. The boy’s calmness was irritating.

”Then...” Hayate Gekko raised his hand, coughing into his fist. ”Begin the third match.”

”Victory goes to the swiftest!”

Misumi launched himself forward instantly. He wasn’t particularly fast compared to someone like other speed type ninjas, but his movements were erratic, hard to predict.

Haku didn’t retreat. He simply shifted his weight, pivoting his hips to let Misumi’s opening strike sail harmlessly past his shoulder. He moved with an economy of motion that made it look like he was barely trying.

”Don’t get cocky!” Misumi shouted, spinning to deliver a vicious jab straight at Haku’s nose. ”Say goodbye to your pretty face!”

Haku raised a single hand, catching the wrist with a dull thud. He raised an eyebrow, about to offer a critique on the man’s form.

But then, Misumi grinned.

Slither.

The arm Haku was holding didn’t stop. It elongated, the bones seemingly dissolving as the limb turned into a rubbery, snake-like appendage. It coiled instantly, wrapping around Haku’s arm, then his chest, then his neck.

Haku’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. ”W-What the hell!?”

”Got you!” Misumi laughed.

His entire body went boneless. He launched himself onto Haku, his limbs wrapping around the boy’s torso and legs like a constrictor snake. In seconds, Haku was completely immobilized, trapped in a grotesque, tightening embrace.

”It’s over!” Misumi hissed, his face inches from Haku’s ear. ”Unless you give up, I will continue strangling you! I can break your neck as well.”

Haku didn’t speak. He struggled, his feet scrabbling for purchase on the stone floor, his hands clawing uselessly at the rubbery limbs constricting his windpipe.

Up on the balcony, the rookies watched in horror.

”He’s caught!” Sakura gasped, covering her mouth. ”That guy... he doesn’t have bones!”

”Pathetic,” Sasuke muttered, raising a brow. ’Is that all there is to him? The guy who knocked me out in one hit is losing to a freak like this?’

”Give up!” Misumi shouted, tightening his grip. ”Or die!”

Haku continued to struggle, his movements becoming more frantic.

CRACK.

The sound was loud, sharp, and sickening. It echoed through the silent arena like a gunshot. Haku’s head lolled to the side at an unnatural angle. His struggles ceased instantly.

”No way...” Shikamaru sighed, looking away. ”He killed him.”

”HAKU!” Naruto screamed, gripping the railing. ”HEY! THE MATCH IS OVER! WHY DID YOU KILL HIM!?”

Even Hayate looked serious, stepping forward to check the body. A Genin dying in the preliminaries wasn’t unheard of, but it was always a grim affair.

”I agree,” a calm voice cut through the panic. ”Victory does go to the swiftest.”

Misumi blinked. The voice... it hadn’t come from the boy in his arms. It had come from behind him.

CRACKLE.

The ”Haku” wrapped in his arms didn’t bleed. It shattered.

”Wha-”

BOOM! ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The ice clone exploded outward with the force of a grenade. Shards of razor-sharp ice, pressurized by the constricting limbs, tore into Misumi at point-blank range.

”GAAAAH!”

Misumi screamed as he was blasted backward, his rubbery body riddled with cuts and bruises. He slammed into the ground, rolling in agony.

In the center of the arena, the ground rippled. A mirror of ice surfaced, and the real Haku rose from it like a phantom, completely unharmed. His clothes were pristine, his breathing even.

”A clone!?” Ino yelled. ”When did he switch!?”

”From the start,” Kakashi noted, his visible eye narrowing in appreciation. ”He never engaged. He set the trap the moment the match began.”

Hiruzen took a puff from his pipe, a glint of approval in his eyes. ”Ohoo...”

Beside him, Alaric smiled a little, taking a sip from a juice box. ”Classic.”

Down in the arena, Misumi pushed himself up, his body shaking. Blood dripped from a dozen cuts on his face and arms. Humiliation burned hotter than the pain.

”You... you tricked me!” Misumi roared. He reached out, his arm stretching again, aiming to whip Haku across the face.

But his arm didn’t move.

”Huh?” Misumi looked down.

He tried to step forward, but his legs wouldn’t obey. He tried to clench his fist, but his fingers remained limp.

”I wouldn’t move if I were you,” Haku advised softly, pointing a finger at Misumi’s chest.

Misumi looked closer. Glinting in the arena lights were a dozen thin, silver senbon needles buried deep into his joints, his spine, and his neck.

”When...” Misumi gasped. ”When did you...”

”When the clone exploded,” Haku explained. ”I used the cover of the ice shards to throw them. You were too busy screaming to notice.”

Misumi’s eyes rolled back. He collapsed face-first onto the stone floor, paralyzed and unconscious.

”Winner: Haku Yuki!” Hayate announced, looking relieved he didn’t have to clean up a corpse.

The gallery was silent for a moment, then a low murmur of awe broke out among the Jonin.

”He didn’t use a single flashy jutsu,” Asuma muttered to Kurenai. ”No fireballs, no dragons. He’s... good.”

”He’s an assassin,” Kurenai agreed, watching Haku walk calmly back up the stairs. ”He creates an opening, strikes a vital point, and ends it. His execution to the basicality of the strategy is terrifying.”

The pressure in the room skyrocketed. The other Genin... Kiba, Choji, even Neji... looked at Haku with a new wariness. This wasn’t a brawler nor how Genins move. This was a professional killer.

Gaara stood with his arms crossed, his sand shifting restlessly in his gourd. He didn’t look impressed, but he didn’t look away either.

High in the shadowed corner of the balcony, a Sound Jonin watched with intense interest. He had a generic face, but his eyes were reptilian gold.

’Interesting,’ Orochimaru thought, licking his lips. ’Zaku wasn’t exaggerating. That boy... his bloodline is potent, but his mind is even better. He would make a fine specimen.’

Orochimaru shifted his gaze, intending to look at Sasuke, but his eyes drifted toward the Hokage’s podium.

He froze.

Alaric was leaning over the railing, staring directly at him.

The blonde man wasn’t looking at the generic Sound Jonin disguise. He was looking through it. He raised his juice box in a mocking toast, a knowing, arrogant smirk plastered on his face.

I see you, snake.

Orochimaru felt a chill run down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold. He broke eye contact, gritting his teeth.

”Tsk!” Orochimaru hissed, turning away. ”That man... is a nuisance.”

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