Chapter 48

Kurosawa Jin had a new idea.

Time slips away quietly in the little things.

Kurosawa Jin's injuries have healed completely; the medical team demonstrated their skill, leaving only faint traces.

After the restoration, there are endless tasks to complete.

The task force's missions extend beyond assassinations; they also include deals, protecting the organization, eliminating enemies, eradicating traitors, dealing with exposed and worthless members, and rescuing valuable members...

The types of missions are diverse, far beyond what Kurosawa Jin can fully experience at present.

Fuyuki also discovered the benefits of having someone help her with tasks. Not only could she explore various delicious foods, but she could also get up close and personal with all sorts of red cartoon block flowers.

The latter might not be a good thing either, since Mr. Ke's protection is indeed very strong.

After his identity was revealed, Kurosawa Jin changed very noticeably. After several tests, he gradually lost his original ambition to unleash his full potential and, relying on his unknown backer, no longer suppressed his true nature.

"Zhen, I can't get up there, give me a hand." Dongshu stood on the stone block, trying her best to reach up, but she still couldn't reach the top. Her little face turned red, but she still couldn't get up.

Kurosawa Jin pulled her up with both hands and placed her steadily beside him: "Be careful next time."

Fuyuki blinked and slowly replied, "...Oh."

Note that she can't get up either.

He dusted himself off and continued on his way.

A few days ago, university started and Kenji Hagiwara left home. Fuyuki reluctantly went to see him off, and at the station, she met Kenji Hagiwara's childhood friend, Jinpei Matsuda.

The two stood together, chatting happily.

Fuyuki went with Uncle Hagiwara and Aunt Hagiwara.

When she met Matsuda Jinpei, she thought he was a difficult person to get along with, since he looked intimidating when he frowned.

It turned out to be someone who looked fierce but would give her candy when they first met.

After exchanging greetings, Dongshu sat quietly to the side, watching them talk. Their close relationship was evident in their every move. They were even said to have attended the same university, truly childhood friends.

"Little Fuyuki, let's go!" Kenji Hagiwara waved to her, the boy's smile shining brightly in the sunlight.

Dongshu felt a little sad.

It is truly regrettable that Kenji Hagiwara passed away at such a young age.

On the bustling street, Fuyuki suddenly stopped. Kurosawa Jin noticed, frowned slightly, and turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

He was unaware that there were any dangerous people around him.

Dongshu shook her head. She walked closer, took his sleeve, and looked at him with her round, dark eyes like a spoiled kitten: "It's okay, let's go."

The sun was shining brightly today, and it was so warm that she wanted to stop walking.

Such weather is truly rare.

Feeling her sleeve being shaken lightly, Kurosawa Jin looked at her for a moment, then sighed and took her hand, saying, "Let's go, don't get lost."

Although she's the boss, she's also a child who knows how to act cute. Her ability to manage subordinates is indeed as rumored—very impressive.

Age and ability are completely disproportionate.

Thinking of that silent "Little Night" under the moonlight that night, his deep green eyes grew even more profound.

Even though he is young, he is still so powerful, a level that he cannot reach now. But in the near future, he will surely overcome the gap and become an even more powerful member.

In the past few days, he has met many members with the codenames "Sword and Blade," all of whom carry swords and are highly capable.

However, Fuyuki, as the leader, not only has the ability to manage his subordinates.

Despite his young age, he remained unfazed by the bloody scene, and even appeared somewhat surprised.

Unexpected political attacks were easily and nimbly dodged, leaving no trace of blood on her hands. She never needed to lift a finger to eliminate the enemy.

"Array, that one."

Dongshu now had a shiny bag of candy in her hand. The candy wrappers shimmered with vibrant colors in the sunlight, making them incredibly beautiful.

She peeled one open, put it in her mouth, and happily squinted her eyes.

Then he picked out a green one and placed it in Kurosawa Jin's hand: "It looks just like Jin's eyes, it's very pretty!"

She raised her hand, her tone excited.

Kurosawa Jin looked at the little thing in his palm. It was a bright, shimmering green, yet very soft, reminiscent of a meadow.

His eyes? He didn't think so.

The taste is as sweet as ever.

Chewed twice, then swallowed.

His silver hair tilted as he tilted his head, revealing a sharp green hue: "Let's go, it's just ahead."

Fuyuki nodded, and the topic of candy was dropped.

Adjusting his guitar bag, Kurosawa Jin followed the small figure ahead, who was clearly in a good mood.

The bouncy black hair fell into his eyes, and his green eyes unconsciously followed it. Realizing his silly action, he pursed his lips.

He followed, his shadow stretched long by the sunlight.

Kurosawa Jin had a new idea.

He wanted to obtain the code name for the sword.

Approaching the target, he took the USB drive from him, looked it over, and then put it in his pocket.

As he turned around, his silver hair billowed slightly behind him, carrying a chilling aura, and Kurosawa Jin looked cold and aloof.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps, in tiny, delicate strands, yet exquisitely beautiful.

Downstairs at the corner, a black-haired, red-eyed boy stood quietly holding Fuyuki. Upon seeing him, he smiled and said, "Kurosawa-kun."

"Kashuu-kun." Kashuu Kiyomitsu, another member with a sword codename.

Kurosawa Jin only responded and then said nothing more.

Fuyuki leaned against Kashuu Kiyomitsu's chest, looked up at him, and said with focused eyes, "Jin, rest first. I have something to take care of."

This directness is one of the reasons why Kurosawa Jin reaffirmed her identity.

In the dark and quiet environment, only the light from her phone shone through.

Kurosawa Jin gripped the USB drive in his pocket, responded, and fell into a silent silence.

The light shone directly on Dongshu's face, her brows were furrowed, and she looked irritable.

My fingers kept jumping across the screen.

Messages kept popping up on the screen, filling her eyes with a flurry of activity.

My eyes followed a small flower blooming in the corner of the screen, occasionally displaying the words "Go for it!" and continuously providing information.

Under Mr. Ke Xue's guidance, Dong Shu was able to cope with the sudden changes. Whenever he stumbled, he was promptly enlightened and able to break through the mystery.

Her cheeks were puffed out in anger, her round eyes were wide open, and her black eyes looked like they were about to turn red with rage.

Like a cat with its fur standing on end, breathing on its phone, it can only patiently deal with the problem.

She hated the FBI! She decided that from now on, the FBI would be one of her most hated entities!

She hadn't even done anything to the FBI yet, and they were already showing up at her door!

Seeing the constant stream of messages popping up, Fuyuki forced herself to calm down. She had given Vermouth, who was stationed in the United States, a firm order: she must protect the organization's branch there.

It seems some of the FBI undercover agents need to be eliminated.

The Black Organization has a large and diverse network of undercover agents, and these agents are often much more capable and better able to carry out the organization's missions.

They will also eliminate the Black Organization in the future.

However, given the current state of world history, the Black Organization must be a formidable force, feared by all organizations and institutions, and its branches must not be easily destroyed.

Temporarily dissuading some undercover agents is imperative, and now is a perfect opportunity.

Let her go back and get some training before sending in new people!

After a while, receiving reassurance from both Vermouth and Mr. Ke Xue, Fuyuki put down his phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked up, her dark eyes now calm: "Zhen, the contact is at the south entrance of C. The code remains the same. Go."

"I have something to do."

Dongshu's eyes darkened; she needed to weed out some of the useless undercover agents.