Chapter 50

Code name: Gin, not sword.

Maeda Toushirou caught the key words, his eyes sharpened, and he leaned closer to Fuyuki, looking at her hesitantly: "Master, it's probably best for a slave not to learn that... it's not good."

How could someone who is clearly their respected master become a slave to that organization?

Dongshu blinked blankly, but still understood his tactful words: "No, I'm just learning a bit of the qualities of an organization leader, I don't have any intention of making sacrifices."

After all, her primary role is that of a Saniwa (Master), and she only takes on the role of a boss because of the mission.

Her eyes shone brightly, and she said with utmost seriousness, "Don't worry."

Maeda Toushirou lowered his eyes: "Yes, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Worries? Not really.

Dongshu rubbed her cheeks and leaned on the table. The video had been playing for a long time, and she pulled back the progress bar to watch it again, still as focused as ever.

Time flies. Dongshu spent seven months in this world, busy and carefree, with many things to do, big and small. But she also learned to delegate all tasks to her subordinates.

Kenji Hagiwara went to university, but he didn't lose contact with Fuyuki. He felt a certain amount of pity for this little sister who had no parents, and Fuyuki also liked this gentle older brother very much.

Their intermittent chats kept them connected in a subtle, albeit imperceptible, manner.

Fuyuki really likes the Hagiwara family next door. Whether it's the uncle and aunt or the older sister Hagiwara Chisato, who is two years older than Hagiwara Kenji, they all share a gentle nature, yet you can also see the resilience in their bones.

Yes, very cute.

After taking Kurosawa Jin on missions for a while, she reduced the number of times she went herself, going about once a week.

Kurosawa Jin is a mature person who can complete the mission without her, but he has also experienced several crises. He either went to the medical department covered in blood himself, or Fuyuki asked the tsukumogami to rescue him covered in blood and take him to the medical department.

In short, as long as he doesn't die, that's fine. Hardship is inevitable, but his entire demeanor has subtly changed. The fierce look emanating from beneath his silver hair further amazes Fuyuki, but he never tells himself...

The murderous intent emanating from him also pleased her greatly.

As a child, "raising" an adult is something she'd probably only do once.

His crazy style also got the organization involved, to the point that many people in the action team heard about this newcomer, secretly despised this "King of Ruthlessness," but had no choice but to get involved themselves.

But no one knows his name. This is still the result of Dongshu's secret operation. Information and intelligence should be blocked. Her future top killer cannot have his background dug up.

For some reason, she also heard Rob Roy's name in some parts of the organization.

Fuyuki propped his face up in confusion, after all, following this phrase were "the owner of the vicious dog" and "that person's ××," such childish adjectives.

But she didn't care. This was just a disguise she had chosen for herself, an identity she would use to interact with the pillars of the light side in the future, as long as it wasn't associated with her true identity.

However, for the spirits of the citadel, the most important thing is that their master has grown up.

Fuyuki is nine years old!

On her birthday, everyone was crammed into a small room. When she returned, she was lured out by her attendant with desserts. Everyone looked at her, holding their gifts and smiling with blessings.

They used their own time to send blessings to their little owner, expressing their joy on her birthday.

Dongshu blinked, then suddenly smiled: "Thank you everyone, I like it!"

I like everyone.

Aside from that one sentence, she couldn't say anything else for a moment.

Everything is too pale.

Surrounded by happiness at this moment, this is her greatest fortune as a Saniwa.

Love is mutual.

Dongshu held the flowers, the lamplight illuminating half of her face. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, and her youthful face remained unchanged. At this moment, she was a child, but a happy child.

That night, everyone made a lot of noise and had a great time. Even the neighbors next door could hear the commotion. The next day, Fuyuki received a gift and a blessing.

It comes from Hagiwara.

Dongshu carefully put it away.

And today, Fuyuki has another important matter to attend to, which is—

Buy! Wine!

Kurosawa Jin has been working on the mission for half a year with a high completion rate, fully demonstrating his strength. Fuyuki thought about it and realized that the time was almost up.

He dragged Sozo Samonji to buy sake, then carefully packed it in a box, weighed it in his hand, and prepared an email to send.

Zong Sanzai lowered his eyes, picked up the rather heavy box, and silently stepped into the teleportation array. The teleportation array sent him to a small alley. The place was remote and deserted. It was nighttime and very quiet.

He skillfully turned a few corners, looked at the door in front of him just like the one described by the Saniwa, raised his hand and knocked. After a short while, the door was opened.

Her slightly long silver hair fell over Kurosawa Jin's shoulders, and her green eyes peered through the crack to confirm who was there before opening the locked door.

The familiar pink-haired man—Kurosawa Jin's gaze lingered on his long hair for a moment before quickly shifting away.

Soza Samonji showed no interest in his gaze and simply stepped into the room.

Under Kurosawa Jin's gaze, he placed the box in his hand on the table, his tone almost a sigh: "This is from my master."

After completing a series of actions, he left in silence.

Kurosawa Jin didn't say a word throughout. After Soza Samonji left, he locked the door again and looked at the wooden box on the table.

I walked in, slowly opened the lid, and found a bottle of wine.

It sat quietly in the box, the beautiful liquid flowing in the bottle—it was clearly a fine wine.

Kurosawa Jin's hand froze, and he slammed the lid shut with a loud "bang!" that echoed through the room.

As if he had fallen into a freezing cellar, he was enveloped in a chill.

—It's wine.

The codename of the Black Organization member is a type of liquor.

He had never heard of a codenamed member named after Gin before. The fact that the bottle of Gin was delivered to him by the boss's confidant showed how much the boss valued him.

But for a moment, he felt a sense of resentment. Why was it alcohol?

The phone rang; it was an unfamiliar ringtone.

He saw the email as expected.

Gin. —Boss

The boss's personal naming was also a symbol of affection, but those two words became glaring in Kurosawa Jin's eyes.

Regardless of Kurosawa Jin's mood, Fuyuki was in a good mood after successfully taking the first step.

Seeing Sozo Samonji return, she raised her little hand in greeting: "Souzo, you've worked hard."

Zong San raised his eyes, his heterochromatic eyes filled with lingering melancholy: "The goods have been delivered... Are you satisfied?"

"Am I satisfied?" Fuyuki sent the email while pondering the question with a troubled expression.

"That's not enough, this is just the beginning."

Gin is colorless and transparent, with a unique and fragrant aroma and a smooth, refreshing taste. It can be enjoyed neat, mixed with other spirits, or used as a base for cocktails; hence, some call gin the heart of cocktails.

In Fuyuki's eyes, he would be the heart of the Black Organization.

Gin is the perfect choice.

[Author's Note]

*Baidu Science Popularization

Heart~