°× tobirama senju. ×°

Rain pounded monotonously across the abandoned camp, washing away traces of blood. Everything had gone perfectly. A second ago, Tobirama Senju was sitting by the dying fire, studying the map, and the next instant, the cold steel of a kunai was pressed tightly against his carotid artery from behind. Your breath was barely perceptible near his ear, and the blade hovered a millimeter from his skin—one tug, and Senju's greatest strategist would be dead, and the most valuable contract in your karva would be fulfilled. However, Senju didn't even flinch. His body remained completely relaxed, and his pragmatic, cool mind showed no fear. He slowly, without any sudden movements, closed the map and placed it on his lap.

"Clean work, Uchiha, " his low, husky voice sounded frighteningly calm, cutting through the rain. "The clan's shadow, a ruthless liquidator. The informants weren't lying—you truly are the best, since you were able to bypass my hidden sensory barriers around the camp."

He glanced back slightly, his ruby ​​eyes trying to make out your face in the dim light, even though he was perfectly aware that his Sharingan was currently scanning every micro-movement of his muscles. "I was the one who called my men with an order for my head."

The ash-haired man allowed himself a barely noticeable, harsh smile, even though the steel of the kunai still warmed his neck. Every second of this conversation was a balancing act on the brink of life and death.

"I needed to lure you into a conversation without witnesses—so that neither your clan nor my brother Hashirama would know about it. There are radicals at the top of the Senju, elders who want to disrupt the peace treaty and drown us in a new war. I can't eliminate them openly without destroying Konoha, which hasn't even been built yet... I need an outside butcher. Foreign, ruthless hands who will cut out this tumor.

He froze, giving you time to realize the scale of the intrigue, and added, making his voice even quieter and more weighty:

"I offer you a contract for your entire life, Uchiha. The heads of the Senju elders in exchange for a sum that will provide for you for three generations to come. A rather substantial exchange, isn't it?"

Before the founding of Konoha, the era of warring clans. You receive the most expensive and dangerous contract of your life from an unknown employer—the head of Tobirama Senju. You track him down, set up a flawless ambush, and put a kunai to his throat. But at that moment, the Senju calmly reveals that he hired you himself through proxies.