In the English manga, Gin's real name is Melkior.
The original Non-responsibility side story (Nani's diary) is being given to everyone for free in the author's notes.
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Part 1
December 25, 1991
December 25th is Christmas Day.
In Christianity, Christmas is the day commemorating the birth of Jesus. As one of the world's three major religions, Christianity has countless believers across the globe, which has also caused Christmas to be widely celebrated.
Gradually, Christmas became one of the popular holidays in Western countries and even throughout the entire world; even those who do not believe in Christianity might celebrate Christmas.
Sometimes, people celebrate holidays without any specific reason.
And on December 25, 1991, the USA—or rather, the USA Government—and even many NATO countries, received an unexpected and most delightful Christmas Gift.
Half a century after the struggle for supremacy between the United States and the Soviet Union, the Soviet Union collapsed.
The red flag that hung high over Moscow fell on this day. Continuous wails of grief and endless roars of anger erupted from all corners of the world. Countless people mourned, lamented, felt pain.. countless people were stunned, astonished, ecstatic.. countless people were silent, worried, bewildered..
It was a decision sufficient to change the world, a major turning point in the development of the international situation.
For the young Melkior (1), the sorrow and rage that felt as real as if her heart were being ripped out submerged him on that day. In every street and alley, there was no one who was not moved by the dissolution of the Soviet Union.
She wove through the crowds, feeling these incredibly intense emotions, yet her mind was a complete blank.
She was like a goldfish kept in a fish tank. The transparent Glass isolated him from the entire world; he stared blankly and helplessly at the world outside, yet it felt misty and blurred, no matter how hard he tried to see clearly.
Then, his adoptive mother Victoria gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders, in a tone as reassuringly calm as ever, she spoke to him as if stating a simple fact:
“Melkior, we have no home anymore.”
This single sentence was like a heavy hammer, shattering the Glass fish tank. Then, an overwhelming deluge poured down, the entire world rushing toward Melkior without a moment of reprieve.
The youth felt a sense of suffocation—like a fish truly deprived of water.
At that time, his silver hair was already quite long; he had been too lazy to cut it short that winter, so he simply tied it into a low ponytail with a hair tie.
Later, the man many called "Gin" rarely ever cut his hair.
Victoria was born into the middle class. Her Father was an intellectual who doted on his daughter, their family life was happy and warm.
However, the cruelty of war is always impartial; it destroys all beauty, irrigates it with blood, buries the seeds of hatred and slaughter, bringing pain and poverty.
During the Cold War, the United States and the Soviet Union were each a global superpower, standing in direct opposition to one another. World War III never ultimately broke out, but scattered conflicts and wars continued without end.
Victoria's parents died in the fires of war, she was eventually adopted by her Aunt.
In that era, many intellectuals had a favorable view of communism; some came from humble backgrounds while others came from wealthy families, but all dedicated themselves to their ideals, even without asking for any reward.
Take the Five Heroes of Cambridge, for example; they were not originally from the Soviet Union, yet they all ended up joining the KGB through a series of coincidences.
Victoria's uncle was one of them.
Influenced by her uncle and her biological father's ideological leanings, Victoria undoubtedly embraced Marxist-Leninist education. Furthermore, with her exceptionally outstanding qualifications, she was recruited into the KGB.
Just as her name suggests, Victoria achieved many victories throughout her life. Even in the elite ranks of the KGB, she was no inferior to any male agent. She infiltrated the Intelligence Department of the UK, adding her expertise to the already sieve-like MI6; she transmitted various intelligence to the Soviet Union, preventing many unnecessary losses.
On the eve of her exposure, Victoria returned to Moscow, the Soviet Union did not mistreat her, treating her with the respect she deserved. By then, she was no longer young, yet she had never married, having only adopted a few children.
One of them, with green eyes and silver hair, was named Melkior.
Melkior was the smartest among the children. He could quickly master the use of a handgun, could easily use a spy camera, even when his adoptive mother decided on a whim to teach him combat skills, he showed great interest and was able to learn very quickly.
By the age of fourteen, Melkior was already able to run through the snow with a shotgun in hand, showing no fear even when facing a brown bear.
His only flaw, perhaps, was that Melkior did not like to talk.
He always maintained an extremely cold demeanor and rarely smiled, his green eyes as cold as the Siberian snow. Only on very rare occasions would the corners of his lips curl slightly.
But he was truly kind to those he acknowledged, showing a type of tolerance that was never explicitly stated. At the very least, once Melkior became invincible on the streets, none of the children in their family were ever bullied again.
After returning to the Soviet Union, Victoria unintentionally met Yelena, the wife of the physicist Sherix, became close to their family. Yelena's family has two children: a lively boy named Alex and a sickly girl named Pandora.
The siblings were around the same age as Melkior, the three of them often played together—though most of the time, it was Alex dragging Melkior around.
January 1992 was a crimson month for Melkior.
After the dissolution of the Soviet Union, Victoria handed the Child she had adopted over to her colleagues and left Moscow with Melkior. She spent the entire journey in a daze. Victoria was a woman of steadfast faith, never fearing pain or challenge, but when her faith was shaken, the blow was unprecedentedly massive—the dissolution of the Soviet Union was not enough to make her faith collapse, but it did indeed cause her to doubt her own convictions.
However, she did not have time to remain depressed for long.
A few days later, Sherix's family came under pursuit and sought help from Victoria. Knowing their time was running out, they only hoped this KGB female agent could look after their two children.
The days of evading assassination were not easy. Pandora's health was already poor to begin with, the continuous travel soon caused the girl to run a fever. In her delirium, she grabbed Melkior and Alex by the hands, faintly calling out, "Father, Mother."
She ultimately did not survive February.
Victoria handed the children over to her trusted friend and led the pursuit away by herself.
Before parting, Melkior looked at his adoptive mother; that woman's expression remained so firm, her smile remained so warm, her voice still carried a power that soothed the soul.
Don't be afraid, Child," she said gently, seeing Melkior off onto the helicopter. "I won't be afraid either.
The Silver-haired youth knew that he might never see his adoptive mother again: hidden within Victoria's teeth was a cyanide capsule.
The female agent, in the name of victory, never feared death; or perhaps, the moment she said, "We have no home anymore," she had already accepted his fate.
The plane traveled to Japan, they remained in this foreign land for several days, during which the adults' phone calls became increasingly frequent.
Using the spy skills he had carefully studied, Melkior eavesdropped on the adults' phone calls.
There is a local organization in Japan that has been constantly obstructing them, because of this, the flight to Italy—originally scheduled to depart soon—could not find a suitable time and has been repeatedly delayed.
That night, the Silver-haired youth stared at the pitch-black night sky, lost in thought for a long time. Upon returning to the hotel room, Melkior woke his Friend and asked Alex, "If one day we are forced to part ways, will you feel sad?"
Awakened from a deep sleep, Alex looked dazed, but he still answered without a second thought, "Of course I would, but I will definitely work hard to find you."
The boy's green eyes, the same color as his own, were filled with determination: "My parents are all dead, Pandora is dead, Aunt Victoria has disappeared.. I only have you left."
“No matter how difficult it is, I will definitely find you.” Alex held his Friend's hand with his right hand, while his left hand rubbed his drowsy eyes. “You must wait for me.”
Melkior smiled and said nothing.
He had made his decision.
A few days later, while driving the sports car through a series of twists and turns in an attempt to shake their "tail," Melkior let go of Alex's hand.
He only left behind a single sentence: "Alex, remember, don't look back."
Run.. just keep running..
Don't look back!
And just as he had said, Melkior ran in another direction without looking back.
Even though Melkior had learned various skills from his adoptive mother, he was still just a youth, compared to his adoptive mother's friend, he lacked experience. Coupled with being in an unfamiliar place and not knowing how to speak Japanese, with such an obvious Target, he was captured by the Black-haired man in just a day and a half.
And his Target was right here.
After being captured by the Black Organization with some difficulty, Melkior calmly raised his eyes, feigning a state of shock amidst the questioning from the opposite side.
He said in Russian, "My name is Alex."
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Part 2
A silver-haired youth has joined the Black Organization, in name, he is being personally raised by That person.
—In other words, although it was said he was being raised personally, for the vast majority of the time, he was by Vermouth's side. After all, That person was very busy.
Having just arrived, Melkior could not even speak Japanese, for a long time, he remained completely bewildered when faced with the various gazes and provocations from all kinds of Organization members harboring ill intentions.
Although Vermouth was always mysterious and hard to find, although she liked to tease him from time to time, although she often acted on his wicked whims, although she occasionally indulged in his own amusement, she had at least one redeeming quality.
The blonde-haired woman can speak English.
Language communication is a matter that requires strict attention. After watching the Silver-haired youth fail to make sense to others for a long time—though most of the time Melkior responded with ".."—Vermouth satisfied his own twisted sense of humor and happily found a Japanese teacher for Melkior.
A few months later, the Silver-haired youth, having barely overcome his communication barriers, shot and killed a Cadre who had provoked him.
Upon hearing this news, the Temporary guardian Vermouth was quite surprised. He rushed to the Base, what met his eyes were the youth's cold Green eyes.
Half of Melkior's face was covered in dried Bloodstain, his Silver hair was soaked, with a few droplets of blood still dripping from the ends. His fair Skin looked exceptionally shocking against the deep red Bloodstain.
He provoked me, so I killed him," the youth stated calmly. "He lacked the skill; he deserves to die by my hand.
Melkior was exceptionally calm after the murder, so calm it was as if he hadn't pulled the Trigger himself, so calm as if his own life mattered not at all and rested solely upon the whim of the Mastermind.
“Aren't you afraid of death?”
If you can kill me, it means my skills are inferior." Melkior's eyes were indifferent. "If my skills are inferior, then dying at your hands would not be a grievance.
Vermouth pursed his lips.
The Thousand-faced Witch, who had been immersed in the Dark World for many years, realized that the child before her.. was definitely no easy person to deal with.
With a single thought from the Boss, That person chose Melkior.
He laughed loudly at the Silver-haired youth, his slightly aged hands gripping Melkior's shoulder tightly: "You need a new identity.. Have you thought of a new name for yourself?"
The Silver-haired youth didn't even frown, as if he hadn't felt any pain in his shoulder at all.
The youth, going through puberty, spoke a name in a calm, slightly raspy voice:
“Kurosawa Zhen.”
His Voice echoed in the empty study, just like his calm, waveless green eyes.
A new name—" His Japanese was not yet proficient, to the point that his pronunciation while speaking was somewhat eerie: "It is called Kurosawa Zhen.
The Black Organization's influence is deeply entrenched, the subordinates of That person are highly efficient—or rather, they wouldn't dare to be anything less.
In just a few days, a complete set of "real" identity Files had already reached Melkior's hands.
Or perhaps, it was Kurosawa Zhen.
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Part 3
For the Silver-haired youth, Melkior was his first name, Alex was his second name, Kurosawa Zhen was his third name.
Soon, he would have a fourth name.